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God Of Crafting

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator. For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement. But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning! Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations? In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two! Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it? Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0? And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you? Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems! ***Technical side of things*** Daily release: 2ch/day Sunday release: 3ch + accumulated bonus chapters from mass release goals listed below ////////////All Milestones are subject to change/////////////// For every 100 winwin unlocks: 2 bonus chapters For every 50 ps: 1 bonus chapter For every 3 reviews: 1 bonus chapter Supergifts: 3 bonus chapters Me having a good day: 1 bonus, not-mass release chapter a day on days it applies >.>

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Future seduction?

"Haaa… haaa… haaa…"

The sound of our breathing mixed together as we lay atop the desk, too sweaty and relaxed to move even an inch.

All we could do for now was merely pant for air while we hugged each other with primal, instinctive desperation.

Over my back, Claire's nails dug into my skin, leaving behind itchy marks where her nails lost their grip, only to end up digging even deeper just a little lower.

With Claire's upper body cuddled up to my chest, I pressed my face against the top of her head, holding her tightly as the last spasms of pleasure rocked our flesh, making the two of us jerk a few more times before collapsing down on the table.

This level of pleasure was outright tiring me out.

The sensation of staying inside Claire as my sperm pumped into her womb, only to be sterilized by her spiritual energy as it traveled up the predetermined path in a doomed attempt to fertilize her eggs.