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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 XXII - Countess Leona vs Omen

The battlefield lay shrouded in an unnatural, oppressive silence as Countess Leona and her soldiers advanced, their faces grim with resolve. Falko stood at the far end of the forest his silhouette cast in the dim glow of sunlight. Shadows danced around him, warping his familiar features into something cold and foreign, as though he were no longer the young man she once knew. The creature that wore Falko's face was something more sinister—something not quite human.

Leona's heart clenched painfully, but her resolve didn't falter. She had made her choice. Even if it meant her daughter would hate her forever, even if Shalana and Rhea would curse her name, she couldn't let this twisted creature escape. This was her duty.

"Mages," she commanded, her voice steely, "cast the anti-magic spells now! We're ending this here."