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Tyrant in Women's World

Oliver, a man who stood out in every aspect from the societal norms of the world he was born into, suddenly finds himself immersed in a society where traditional gender roles have been completely reversed. Women now hold all positions of power, leaving men marginalized and facing various forms of discrimination. Men had been weakened both physically and mentally, leaving them powerless against the brutal and horny females that were waiting to devour them. In the midst of everything, Oliver remained the sole unconventional element that could alter the world's trajectory. He was famously known as the "Reincarnation of the Nameless Giant," a nickname given to him by women who feared him. For years, everything remained unchanged, but a dramatic turn of events set the wheels of fate in motion. The empire's steadfast pillar, who also served as Oliver's mother, inexplicably vanished without a trace, leaving no evidence of her existence behind. This is the tale of Oliver, a young man thrust into the midst of a perilous situation. His existence becomes entangled with the formidable threat of the carnivorous women that are waiting to devour him. Can he survive and find the mystery about his mother's disappearance, or would he take a different path as the only man that is different from the rest of male society and become a tyrant that would destroy this reverse world? (Dropped) ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord to see the illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

ElectricLuna · แฟนตาซี
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75 Chs

Under the moonlight (R-18)

The room was hushed, with only the soft rustling of leaves outside breaking the silence and the distant sounds of people talking.

As they lay side by side, a gentle beam of moonlight spilt through the window, casting a magical glow upon the room. Oliver, stirred by the beauty in front of him, couldn't resist reaching out to touch the moment. He extended his hand and gently placed it on Fujikiri's chest.

Fujikiri roused from her slumber, and blinked sleepily at Oliver's unexpected touch. "What are you up to?" she murmured, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet room.

She would have been the only person to question him like this because if he did this to any other females, they would gladly welcome his touch. 

Oliver simply smiled in response, his eyes reflecting the moon's ethereal glow. "How does the moon look tonight?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of wonder.