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Soul Shard Captor [BL]

After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side! Noah: "...Blackie, is it just me, or is this good brother of mine looking at me like a hungry wolf seeing a juicy piece of meat?" (°△°|||) Black: "Don't worry, host. He is just a bit excited due to nearly losing his life back there. You know, adrenaline." (¬‿¬) Noah: "…are you sure that's what's really going on here?" (っ °Д °;)っ Black: "Absolutely!" (≖‿≖) ~ Many worlds later ~ Noah: "This secret mission that you can't tell me about… it can't possibly be to get fucked by the least appropriate target?!" ಠ_ಠ Black: "Of-of course not! Ho-how could that possibly be, eh?" (; ゚ 3゚ )~ ML: Right, right, that's just a very (not so) coincidental bonus. Ψ(╹ڡ╹ )Ψ Author Note: * SSC has long arcs. Each world is a fully-fledged novel on its own. * Don't let the summary (or the cover) fool you! While SSC does have an occasional explicit smut, it is primarily a fluffy and hilarious romance! * Pairings are one-on-one and taboo-ish. (E.g. hired assassin and his target, monster tamer and his tamed beast, master and disciple, siblings, brothers-in-law, etc.) * More info in the info chapter Author website: lucypandora.com Support the author on ko-fi: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Discord: lucypandora.com/discord

LucyPanDora · LGBT+
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Arc 1 Chapter 205 – Who could have known? [18+]

The rumble of Levi’s chest quickly settled down, but the sweet elation bubbling within remained. He dutifully moved his left hand up and down, donning an expression of a demure wife trying to placate her irate husband. However, if one looked closely, one could see a metaphorical fox tail swishing behind him, for his carefully measured strokes only prolonged the sweet torment.

On the surface, he was scratching the little one’s “itch”, but in reality, he kept fanning the flames underneath the pot, stirring and mixing the boiling water within, yet not once letting it spill over the edge.

While Levi’s left hand was busy producing obscene squelches as it bullied Noah’s needy little brother, Levi’s right hand cupped the little sack snuggly as if weighing a bag of gold coins.

Really lovely, ah! ♥ The weight on his palm was pleasing, the velvety texture even more so, and the contents were even more valuable than gold.