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The Conquerors Path

Love, lust, and desire... Austin didn't know much about all that in his past life, for he was average in all aspects of his life. A guy who took psychology and math to learn because he couldn't get into biology, the only exciting thing about him being the fact that when he died, he ended up in his favorite eroge game with the task of getting the girls and making the protagonist a loner. Love, like manipulation or time in hell... That was his choice from the God Of Games... The beautiful girls of tsunderes, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the...yandere, and more. A world with living, breathing women of high status and power who don't like to share... So what happens when Austin goes behind them?... What happens when the Gods that feel nothing feel for him? What happens when he becomes the gigolo of the Gods?... Well, come and find out as he tried to survive among all the crazy women that exist... [There will be a lot of sex scenes, but it might only start after about 60 or so chapters.] (Note: Hey, first of all, this is not a fanfiction! It's true that the beginning of the story and some parts resemble some novels, but none of the characters are related to others from the novel. Also, the story flow will become completely different later!! Again, not a fanfic! The image does not belong to me; if the creator wants to remove it, message me.) My Discord: https://discord.gg/XyYvJ389mg

Chaosking · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 520-This Is What You Can Call A Feast......Feast.

The world around me was still hazy, a dream-like fog that clung to my senses. As I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware of the soft, warm sensations enveloping me. My eyes fluttered open, and the scene before me took my breath away.

Orpheus was there, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her mouth moving with a rhythm that was both intoxicating and familiar. Her eyes met mine, a glint of mischief and desire dancing within them. The sight of her pleasuring me with such eagerness ignited a surge of arousal deep within me.

Her ample breasts swayed gently, their softness and weight a captivating visual feast. The nectar that coated her nipples shimmered in the dim light of the room, a glistening invitation that drew my gaze like a moth to a flame. The sound of her moans and the wet, slurping noises, as she worked her mouth over me, filled the air, adding to the heady symphony of pleasure.