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I Shall Cuck Everyone

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse? Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence! Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied. However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System. [Ding!] [You have acquired the Cuckold System] [The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination] [You have become a dedicated follower] [By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger] "I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!"  [Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?] Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare. ========================= Tags: Slice of life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, fellatio, cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood manipulation, Gore, Familiars, and Mutants. ------- Note: The MC didn't acquire the system in the early chapters. Mc is not getting ntr'd. MC is not getting cucked or getting stolen from. He'll be the one to steal from people. _________

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Zamira vs Zero [part 2]

"Swordcraft: One hundred blade cuts!" Zamira's voice echoes through the air as she swiftly unsheathes her sword in a blur of motion, too fast for the eye to follow. The gleaming blade cuts through the air with such speed and precision that it appears as if multiple slashes have been unleashed simultaneously. Lines of blood aura erupt from her sword, soaring into the sky before converging upon the floating swords above.

In a spectacular collision, the floating swords dissipate, their ethereal forms vanishing into thin air. The atmosphere crackles with the energy of the clash, the remnants of the swords dissolving into the surrounding air.

But Zamira is far from finished.

With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she tightens her grip on her sword again and channels the power of her blood aura once again.