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Erotic Crown: Women's World

"Was it that hard for our women to defeat a man? Aren't you all ashamed that you were beaten by a man?" "But... but Commander, he is no ordinary man! You should see for yourself. Falko, they call him, is no ordinary man, and we can confirm that." In a land where women wield absolute power, can Falkor, the prince of a fallen realm, rise to become the ruler no one saw coming? Or will the throne, along with the women in power, devour him and his body leaving him dead and mind broken? This is a tale of rebellion, identity, seduction, and the collision of worlds—a prince’s struggle to reclaim not only the crown, but the soul of a queendom in a women's world. But was he really alone in this journey or did he have something supporting him throughout this whole journey, something like a system? It was a question so many women had seeing this great man in action. [We are you! We will support each other and that's our grand purpose. We are fated to greatness!] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR). —This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental. —18+ chapters will be marked. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/HE3UtxqA2x

ElectricLuna · 奇幻
分數不夠
50 Chs

Women in love X - Great Elf Society

The wagon rattled along the cobbled streets, its wooden wheels groaning under the weight of its passengers. Falko shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his back pressed against the worn cushions, but it wasn't the lack of comfort that bothered him. Sitting directly in front of him was Countess Leona Neriberos, arms folded tightly across her chest, her gaze fixed on him like a hawk eyeing its prey.

Leena sat beside Falko, unusually quiet, her eyes trained on the floor. Falko stole a glance at her and noted how much more obedient and reserved she seemed in her mother's presence. He had seen Leena bold and assertive, commanding in battle or teasing him with her quick wit. But here, with the Countess nearby, Leena seemed like a different person entirely. Strict upbringing, perhaps, he thought to himself.