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The Profane Dungeon Is A Trap!

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.

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The Emerald Dragon And The Dream Devourer: Part 2

Zyra then unleashed her emerald flaming breath right at the intersection of her legs where her private part was located. Panicked, Azel forcefully slammed shut both of her legs back, which ended up sandwiching Zyra with both of her plump thighs.

Zyra's admiral cap fell from her head because of it.

The sensation was surprising and awkward, that Zyra ended up stopping her flaming breath. Both of them created a somewhat weird 69 position in the air without the sexual implication.

Thankfully, the emerald flame did nothing as Azel's attire was created with heat and all sorts of corrosive substances in mind.

"... Why are you enjoying it??" Azel exclaimed in embarrassment.

"This softness reminded me of my pillow back home." Zyra looked as if she had just received an enlightenment. "It's been two years since the last time I got any meaningful rest, and it kinda shocks me to an extent."