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#ROMANCE
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#NONHUMAN
#DEVIL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#YANDERE

My Yandere Bosses: The Three Headed Dragon!

Dungeons have begun appearing all over Lamien, a world teeming with fantasy creatures. These dungeons are fraught with deadly monsters capable of wiping out entire populations in an instant. Yet, humans and other races continue to race towards the dungeon's end, eager to claim the power that awaits the victor and become one of the world's strongest beings. But little do they know about the unsung heroes within the dungeons: the workers who labor tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly. Among them is Ashtarot, a Dungeon Sentinel in the Dungeon of Noctis Babel. His job demands meticulous attention and smart decision-making, all while dealing with the eccentricities of his coworkers. Chief among his challenges are the dragon triplets who own the dungeon and serve as its final bosses. They incessantly stalk and bother him, testing his patience at every turn. One day, pushed to his limit, Ashtarot snaps, "I think I need to punish the three of you." "In bed, right?" Sirrush asks curiously. "What?" "Really? In bed?" her younger sister Sorel chimes in. "Huh?" "Yes! Please punish us in bed, Mr. Ashtarot!" the youngest sister Sarissa adds eagerly. Caught off guard by their unexpected and comical misinterpretation, Ashtarot must navigate this awkward situation while trying to do his job properly. Can he maintain order in the dungeon amidst the antics of the dragon triplets, or will their mischievous behavior drive him to the brink?

Solastius_Seena · 奇幻
分數不夠
69 Chs
#ROMANCE
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#NONHUMAN
#DEVIL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#YANDERE

Commercial Break (-R18)

Nik, the ogre, watched the score of the first match with a satisfied grin. The fire of rivalry burned in his eyes.

He needed to win this game, not just to advance, but to finally duel Kezor and end their ongoing conflict once and for all—with himself as the undisputed winner.

He recalled their long-standing bet: the winner could impose any rule on the loser, one that all races in their dormitory complex would have to follow. The memory of that promise filled him with determination.

'I'm gonna win and make all those bastards lick my shoes! Hahaha!!!'

Nik thought, his mind already savoring the taste of victory. The confidence was clear in his swagger as he prepared for his match.

On the other side, Drik, the goblin, wasn't as self-assured. He had watched the previous match closely, and it had unnerved him.

The Oni had been better than he'd expected, and the Troll's accuracy and adaptability had been downright impressive.