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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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84 Chs

Void Acolytes

After the surprising addition of five new Qlipha Entities, Azel was finally allowed to have her hearing again.

"Are you saying that these five gorgeous and domineering women are the anomalies you mentioned?" Azel said with a nervous snicker, giving a side-eye to her master who probably got most of his hands in this.

All fives of these violet-haired women of the Void kneeled like they greeted their long lost king in reverence. It wasn't the most jarring scenery that Azel beheld, but it was certainly condescending when she looked at her master's face that was spilling immense joy in every direction, as if his face was gleaming with light.

He was cute when doing so, but one couldn't just dismiss his bratty demeanor to know that his 'happy' state didn't really translate as a 'happy' situation for others.