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[Female Alpha× Male omega] ................................................. Arthur watched as the gaze of the alpha in front of him not moving the slightest as she then grinned, making him heat up and blush, forcing him to look away from her dangerously beautiful face. And then, she spoke, her eyes obsessively wandering around his lips now, making Arthur feel like he might burn away from just the gaze of those eyes alone. "So, you agreed to marry me?" "Mm." "I want words, love." "Y-yeah." Arthur couldn't help but stutter out of nowhere. "That's more like it. Use that sweet voice of yours more, sweetheart. Understood?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered again. "And it should be louder in bed, got it love?" "Th-Hic!" Arthur suddenly hiccupped and covered his mouth hurriedly, secretly glancing at her but locking eyes accidently, making him feel even more miserable now. God he can't really blush any more than this. He was exhausted just being at her gaze already. Why was she so perfect and hot and sexy and breathtakingly beautiful and intimidating? 'God, this woman...' "You know what, my love? Blushing and looking at me like that...I don't know how I am holding back from just throwing you into a wall and fucking your brains out and making you a complete breathless mess." Her beath was heavy and Arthur knew. She meant it all. She was serious. And he was into it...very much. His eyes must have sparkled with the excitement as she then smirked, leaning close to him. And then she whispered. "You are going to be the death of me Arthur. I swear to god I am going to make you the happiest omega alive." * * * Note: Omegaverse Female Alpha × Male Omega And, yes, that alpha here has a cock. (If you are not a fan of this trope, then please don't move further. I already warned you, so don't complain later. Thank you.) (I don't own the cover art.)

Once upon a time-travel leap, Mu Caiwei, the gold-medal bodyguard, turned into a poor peasant girl, Mu Caiwei, who starved to death. With nothing to their name, and an empty rice vat, facing a skinny, malnourished mother and a bunch of hungry younger siblings, Mu Caiwei rolled up her sleeves and shouted, "Sister's going to get rich!" Although she had followed a proud and aloof path in her past life, times were now different. At the small stall, Mu Caiwei donned an apron, zealously crying out, "Fried skewers, fried skewers, all kinds of fried skewers…” In the fabric store, Mu Caiwei expertly worked the abacus, "This Q version of damask should be sold for fifty taels of silver a piece…” …… Soon, the people of the Great Jin Nation knew that the richest person in the Great Jin was not only a stunning, young girl, but also a generous and philanthropic individual! Mu Caiwei couldn't dream that she received a miracle — a magical space, by simply carrying out a few random acts of charity! She also received an extremely “embarrassing” — predestined marriage! In a nutshell: The stunning transition from poverty-stricken peasant girl to Empress! I'm not good with summaries, so please move on to the main text. Please also check out my finished piece http://www.xxsy.net/info/611268.html

He was a man of immense power and striking beauty, nobly aloof and coldly proud. One day, a bodyguard reported, "Young Master, the Young Mistress has been falsely accused of meddling in someone else's relationship!" "Expose the video of the other party breaking the hidden rules." "Young Master, the Young Mistress has run away from home!" "Pack up immediately, I'm going with her." "Young Master, the Young Mistress has gone to a matchmaking event!" The man was furious, seizing her cheeks in his hand, "Still daring to go on blind dates?" 【After Marriage】Qiao An propped her chin with her hand, gazing at the handsome man in the apron, her voice languid, "Husband~ Is there anything you can't do?" The man's slender fingers fed her the peeled shrimp, "Yes, I can't leave you." 【Little Bun】 After being disciplined by dad's family law, little Bun's eyes brimmed with tears, "Mommy, am I still your Baobei? The kind that you can't bear to scold when I make a mistake, the kind you soften and hug me?" (Heartwarming Petting)

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

The hum of the coffee shop was like any other a blend of clinking cups, hushed conversations, and the soft swish of the barista’s apron as they moved behind the counter. Adrian strode in, his sharp gaze barely flicking toward the order board as he walked past the line of people. His mind was preoccupied, his phone held firmly in one hand, eyes scanning through an email from his company’s legal team. He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the petite figure standing in his path until it was too late. A gasp broke through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing. Adrian's body jerked, the scalding hot coffee sloshing onto his dark gray suit just as his phone flew out of his hand. “Shit!” came the voice, soft but hurried, as the person in question scrambled to steady their own coffee cup and avoid more damage. Adrian barely had time to react as a small figure stepped back, eyes wide with panic. "I.I’m so sorry!" The voice trembled, and Adrian finally looked up to meet the wide, apologetic eyes of the person who had crashed into him. His gaze softened as he saw the clear panic on the other person’s face. The person in front of him was a young man slender, with messy dark hair and a few stray strands falling into his face. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, flicked nervously from the coffee splattered on Adrian’s suit to Adrian’s face. His lips parted in a silent apology as he clutched the coffee cup, looking for something to say, but the words seemed to fail him. Adrian’s frown deepened, his suit already ruined, but the surprise of the moment faded quickly. He tilted his head slightly, giving the man a once-over. "Are you alright?" Adrian asked, voice calm yet with an edge of amusement, despite the ruined suit. He reached for the napkins on the counter to dab at the coffee stains. The guy blinked rapidly, as if processing Adrian’s question. “Yeah, I... I mean, yeah, but oh god, your suit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” His hands fluttered in the air awkwardly as he stepped forward, his movements frantic. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” His voice held a quiet authority, but something in his expression softened. He took a breath and added, “Not the first time something like this has happened.” The young man Kai, as Adrian now saw on his name tag bit his lip and exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm so embarrassed. I swear, I’m usually more careful." He finally seemed to calm down a little, though his nervousness lingered. Adrian couldn’t resist. “Seems like you’re a little distracted. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kai blinked again, almost flustered. "Huh? Oh. Just... life, you know?" He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Work stuff... which is apparently bad luck today.” He pointed toward the stain on Adrian’s suit, his fingers twitching nervously. Adrian’s eyebrow arched. “Work stuff, huh? What do you do?” Kai hesitated for a moment. “Uh... marketing. At... uh, a company. Not nearly as cool as... whatever it is you do.” Adrian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll say this, though: I’m not in the marketing game. I’m actually... not great with people, so let’s just say you got me at a good moment. A coffee spill’s the least of my problems today.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing as he finally took in Kai’s nervousness. Kai looked embarrassed but a little relieved. “Well, if it helps, I’ll pay for a new suit?” “Too much of a hassle,” Adrian replied. “But you do owe me a drink. How about we get one sometime this weekend?” Kai blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you mean... after spilling coffee all over you?” Adrian smiled, a sly glint in his eyes. “Well, if you’re willing to make it up to me, why not?” Kai’s hesitation was palpable, but there was a playful curiosity there now, his shoulders relaxing as he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't expecting that...

I accidentally summoned a succubus. Now she won't stop begging for my cock. When university professor and amateur occult dabbler James Weller jokingly joins his friends in a drunken summoning ritual, he doesn’t expect results. He especially doesn’t expect her—naked, kneeling in his bed, eyes glazed like she’s been starved for years. She's a succubus, and she's his. Cock-obsessed. Disobedient. Addicted. And the more he punishes her, the deeper she submits. But what starts as a wet dream spirals when James discovers two things: He’s descended from a bloodline that was never meant to be human. The Incubi of her world want their favorite plaything back—and they’re willing to kill for it. 300+ chapters of raw heat, obedience training, psychological domination, supernatural war, and one unbreakable rule: She only comes for him. Or not at all. (For the lovers of plot meets erotica)

**** NTR, Cuckoldry **** ->>Featuring Paul from by novel lust tales and Ruby a futa Ruby Plans to turn her husband into sissy cuckold after she finds about him cheating with her sister, Her husband who reluctantly goes with the flow with the intention of divorcing her in the future. Fate gives their life a different turn as Ruby gets a cock mysteriously, Paul faces dilema as he starts getting addicted to Ruby's cock *** not for light hearted vanilla readers*** tags : BL, NTR , Face sitting, Cum eating, Femdom, Yuri, threesome, Slice of life, chastity, Strap-on, Golden shower, Piss drinking, Slavery, Reverse rape, pet play, mild scat, bisexual,

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

"Kneel,” she commanded, her voice sounding like that of an ancient. I was bemused. “I beg your pardon?” I asked. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” “Oh, I know precisely who you are,” she replied. “Alpha Mätrang, the Crowned Prince of Ngäerawa. Säli has been whispering to me.” “Now kneel before the daughter of Säli, the first of her kind.” “The goddess forbid me from kneeling—” My knees were already kissing the ground before I could continue. My eyes widened with disbelief. “This… this is impossible,” I said.Agonizing pain seared my lower back as strings of words unfurled from her mouth. The mist crept towards me slowly. My skin scalded where the mist kissed. Each breath I drew felt like my last. She cocked her head. “Nothing is impossible for Säli.” ..... Centuries ago, Säli males arrogated the rights of the females, stripping them of any illusion of freedom. They maintained an antediluvian belief that females were slaves, turning them into breeders. The way they comported themselves, one would think they were the ones gifted by the goddess Säli, that they possessed the moon’s powers. The females were once bestowed with gifts from the goddess, but now they're saddled with suffering. But that was before the moon goddess Säli decided to put an end to the suffering by planting seeds in a female's womb. Nine moons later, she delivered a girl, Txälina, one who was born beneath the red moon, one who could command the world to its knees. Just as she was conferring upon the males a taste of their torment, she was interjected by the crowned prince of the realm, Mätrang. He thought she was a monster, but when he found out she was his mate, he was bemused. He would need to take her to the king for judgment for the massacre she created, but the pull of the mating bond was difficult to resist. And if he gives in to the mating bond, it would affect his position as the crown prince of the realm. Please note: This book is an adult Werewolf fantasy book that includes dark elements that might be triggering for some.

"From now on, you must be by my side. Every. Single. Day." I raised my eyebrow at him before scoffing in disbelief. "You.. you can't be serious" I shook my head at him. "I'm fucking serious, Pumpkin" •°• Eva was fired Only to be rehired because she held something very important and dear to the almighty Jordan Cashmere. No, it wasn't his heart. It was his cock. Yes, his cock. She had a new duty - a new contract. She was going to stay by his side because that was the only way they could stay normal. It was a contract of no feelings until everything was settled. After all, they were enemies but how possible could this be?

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

“This weak, pathetic omega thought she could be my mate and my Luna.” He paused, letting everyone feel his disgust. “She cried for attention, and begged for my cock, and whispered sweet things into my ears. But she is worthless. She has no strength. No pride. No grace. She is just an empty whore.” The crowd gasped, some nodded. Their eyes followed his every word. My legs turned weak as I felt flooded with helplessness. He looked down at me like I was a bug and said. “Aria Blake. Mate of the Alpha no more. You mean nothing to me. Tonight, I cast you out.” **** Aria Blake was the quiet omega everyone ignored, the one no one thought would ever matter. So when she discovered her fated mate was Jaxon Storm, the cold and powerful Alpha of the West, she believed her life was finally about to change. She was wrong. Jaxon crushed her hope, humiliated her, and cast her out without a second thought. Heartbroken and alone, Aria fled into the dark forest. She thought she’d lost everything—until she learned she was carrying his child. Hunted and terrified, Aria tried to disappear. But fate wasn’t finished. Four powerful Alphas found her. Each one protected her. Each one awakened something inside her. And each one turned out to be her second chance mates. Not just one. Not two. But four. Now, Aria is no longer the weak girl they once overlooked. She's a mother to be, a Luna in the making, and a storm the Alphas never saw coming. And when Jaxon comes back to claim what he threw away, he’ll learn the hard way that you don’t cast aside a queen and expect her to stay down.

[WARNING: VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD] Kill, Bloodshed, Revenge, Vengeance is what his world was limited to. When she appeared, his world went limitless. Nilana, hurt and betrayed by her foster family ran away after poisoning them with a sleeping potion. What else could she had done? They were selling her to a brothel to pay her elder sister's dowry! After leaving the cottage on a windy night, she ought to go to the capital of the Kingdom of Windspire, and start a new life there. On her way there, she meets this mysterious rower who was helping her cross the river. Right then, heavy storm and high waves knocked the boat out. She drowned, wondering if this how her life was to be ended. The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in a bed of a wooden manor in the middle of a forest. Unsure of how she ended up here, she meets the owner of the manor, All soaked in sweat, shirtless, and holding an axe on his shoulders. He was a young man. The most beautiful young man she had ever seen. Follow the journey of Nilana, a runaway with a hidden past, and Ian, a mysterious wood merchant harboring deadly secrets. When fate unites them in a lavish forest manor, they embark on an unforgettable adventure. As royal intrigues and hidden motives unfold, their love will be tested, and their destiny as Assassin, Prince, and King will shape the future of the Kingdom of Windspire. With thrilling plot twists, thought stopping action scenes, found family bonds, and heartwarming moments, it is a captivating historical fantasy novel that will keep you spellbound until the very last page. EXCERPT - "What are you planning to do exactly, Dem Mari?" His voice was low and resonant. "You-" she stammered and stepped back two steps behind, "You!" She pointed out to him in a yell, "Can you not-" Stuttering, she made her posture straight and reached out for the apron hanging on one of the wall hooks behind him. "Can you not do this? And declare your presence then scare me shitless all the time, mister?!" Her words blabbered out as she took the apron and stepped back. "No." Ian replied. Nilana glared at him, her eyes squinted. "What do you mea-" "It's fun." He snatched the apron from her hands. "Fun to witness your myriad expressions every time I appear like a phantom behind you." P.S THE COVER IS NOT MINE

WARNING : 18+ Only > I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust. From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock. In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings. And I? I gave them every inch of me. This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Lady Velastra Bloodborne, a pureblood vampire with a defiant streak and a throbbing she-cock, is on the run from the Vampiric Council after defying a political marriage. Born under a blood eclipse, her ancient lineage and untamed libido make her a target, forcing her to hide at Evermist Academy, a mystical all-girls boarding school for magical beings shielded by celestial runes.Posing as a minor noble from the Twilight Fringe, Velastra must conceal her immense power and untamed sex drive while navigating a web of desire and danger. At Evermist, floating between realms, Velastra is surrounded by a cast of sensual, powerful girls: witches, werewolves, succubi, ghosts, and more, each drawn to her forbidden aura. From the haughty witches, to the class bully Cat girls, Velastra’s presence awakens obsession and ancient secrets in those around her. As spies close in and her vampiric hunger threatens to unravel her disguise, Velastra’s growing harem becomes both her greatest temptation and her only hope for survival (Cover art drawn by Me)

For eight long years, Lin Shuyin waited. Five years, she loved him silently as his junior. Three years, she waited patiently as his wife. If not for the night she turned eighteen—when he, drunk and distant, took her first time—she might’ve walked away before ever becoming his wife. But instead, she stayed. Hiding her true identity behind the mask of the perfect, obedient spouse, she remained by his side like a shadow no one noticed. In all that time, he never once looked back. He built an empire while turning a blind eye to her loneliness, to the whispers behind her back, to the way the world mocked her as the shameless woman clinging to a man who never cared. Night after night, she smiled through rejection, humiliation, and the suffocating silence of a cold marriage. Until one day, she snapped. She packed her bags, signed the divorce papers, and walked out with her dignity intact and her secret—one that had shaped everything—still buried deep in her heart. But peace was short-lived. Her nausea was getting worse. Her cravings were out of control. And her suspicions were growing. Was she... pregnant? As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough, suddenly— “Shu, you haven’t eaten. I made your favorite—spicy hotpot, no cilantro.” She blinked at the towering CEO holding a soup bowl and wearing her pink apron. “What are you doing in my apartment?” “I changed your locks for safety,” he replied with a straight face. “You broke in, didn’t you?!” And just like that, the cold man who once couldn’t remember her birthday was now folding her laundry, driving her to prenatal checkups, and glaring daggers at any man who looked her way. At her OB-GYN appointment, he growled at the doctor, “You’re looking too long at her belly. Eyes up.” When she went on a blind date (forced by her best friend), he showed up with a bouquet... and a baseball bat. “Why are you following me?!” she screamed. “I’m not following. I’m just coincidentally everywhere you go,” he said, deadpan. “Coincidentally hiding behind a tree?!” She caught him once reading Pregnancy for Dummies upside down while nervously sipping her bubble tea—one he had memorized the sugar ratio for. “Are you sick?” she snapped one morning. “I miss you,” he whispered. She almost threw a slipper at his head. Worst of all? He sends her voice messages now. “Don’t forget your vitamins. I warmed your milk. Left your pillow on the cool side—just how you like it.” She stared at the screen, fingers tightening. Where was this man when she cried herself to sleep in that same cold bed for three years? Now he wants to tuck her in from afar? Is he playing a game? Is this guilt? Or... is her ex-husband actually falling in love with her now—now that she’s done loving him? Whatever it is, Lin Shuyin swears she’s not falling for it. No matter how good he looks in that apron. No matter how he holds her when she’s too tired to stand. No matter how much he whispers, "Come back home. Come back... to me."

She had been married to Fu Ting for six years now, and her mother—in—law had been scolding her behind her back, calling her a chicken that cannot lay an egg. Yet little did she know that Fu Ting had never really fulfilled his role as a husband with her. She always knew that there was someone else in Fu Ting's heart— Miao Man. Mu Ran had been in love with Fu Ting for over ten odd years. It was until six years ago when she rescued Miao Man that Fu Ting allowed her a request. So, Mu Ran mustered her courage and mentioned that she wanted to marry Fu Ting. That was the thought she had when she first met him in high school. When the doctor initially diagnosed that Miao Man had no possibility of ever waking up again, Fu Ting followed on his promise and married Mu Ran. It was until that one day when Fu Ting came home with a cold look in his eyes. Manman is coming home, and you move out tomorrow. Mustering the last of her courage, Mu Ran spat. "And if I say no?" "Get lost." Fu Ting said succinctly. She could see the disgust and hatred in his eyes. So, it turned out that in their six years of marriage, all of the things she suffered and gave, they held no water compared to the long—lost moonlight of his heart. Taking off her oily apron, Mu Ran changed into a white dress, and when they met again, she was happy in the arms of another man. Yet, Fu Ting's expression was extremely cold. "You're already looking for another man so quickly after our divorce?" "That is my own matter, and has nothing to do with you, Mr. Fu, no?" She said with a smile.

Two retired legends—Daren the Stormblade and Aria the Death Maiden—once wielded power enough to shatter empires. Now, they masquerade as humble innkeepers in a backwater town, their godlike strength hidden beneath aprons and ale stains waiting for a new adventure to arrive. But when a drunken suggestion awakens a dangerous desire in Daren—to see his lethally possessive wife perform as their inn's seductress and please other men—their fragile anonymity begins to unravel. Aria, a yandere goddess who'd slaughter armies for a stray glance at her husband, reluctantly agrees to his fantasy to do it only for once under one condition: "If your love wavers, I'll carve out your heart before slitting my own throat." Yet after the deed was done, the unthinkable happens—her cultivation surges. A mysterious skill, 'The art of seduction', unlocks, rewarding her power growth through the act of pleasing a different men every time. Aria the yandere goddess would never let another man touch her who wasn't her husband just for gaining power. 'What was a god gift for other's was nothing sort of curse to her'. But Aria was in a dilema because daren too possess a skill called 'mark' which binds his potential and talents to her's. If she grows stronger so will he, what they have been trying to achieve for years was finally in their hold to stand above all. There was also Daren's fantasy which aria couldn't ignore. And though Daren was not very pleased by the idea of letting another man touch her Aria even the very thought of it led his fury to surge but with the anger and obsession came the dark and forbidden excitement. Living for so long makes every person pick a quirk or two. Now, the couple faces an intoxicating dilemma: exploit this twisted path to transcendence by letting Aria captivate strangers, something which was meant only for once to be continued, or burn the world down to keep their love untouched. See what new twist and turns has this life has kept in box for the couple what new adventures and threats lie ahead of them. [ NOTE: For the people who doesn't like such a theme amd the one's who came here just to beat their ****. I'm not writing a degenerate blog for other's fantasy, I'm here to write a story, there will be smut and spice but not every next chapter will be about rabbits hopping around. Give it try maybe you start liking it after reading some chapter's if not then no hard feelings, I'm writter after all. ] [A/N: this story has female dual cultivation, read on your own choice]

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Audrey had the face of the crown princess, and she was determined to be one. It was easy, as no one could challenge her in the crown princess selection. But, all her dreams came clashing when the rejected prince claimed her as his. Her throat hitched as the stranger walked towards her. Her gaze moved slowly to take in his outfit; it couldn’t be what she imagined. He couldn’t be royal. He was just a commoner she had met at the palace a day before. She shook her head slowly. The stranger wore a smirk on his lips, glad to have caught her unaware. She stood still confused by what was happening, and finding it hard to believe the truth. He stopped in front of her, while she cocked her head ready to question his sanity for disrupting a wedding when she felt his lips on hers.

In this chaotic life, everyone wears a mask… hiding secrets beneath. Sometimes, even they don’t realize they’re wearing one: MY HOUSE HUSBAND: Cooking, Cleaning and Spying “He says he loves me. But his eyes feel like cameras.” —Ivy "Me? I am Ivy Blackwood. CEO of a global humanitarian empire. My life ain't easy as it seems. The world calls me a hero… but they don’t see the cracks. I-I am just a woman hiding dangerous secrets beneath my smile. I lie for a living— to my board, to the media, to myself. But him? The man waiting for me at home with flour on his hands and a smile that makes the noise go quiet? The man of my dreams. He's too good to be true. He’s the only truth I have, after my daughter Millie. My husband. Uh - The house husband. The love of my life~ ------------------------------------^-^---------------------------------------- “In this chaotic life, everyone wears a mask… hiding secrets beneath. Some wear it so long, they forget their real face.” “She kisses me like I’m hers. But I know—I’m just a mission in disguise.” — Nico Me? Name’s Nico. Codename: (SILVERSHARD) Spy. Ghost. Ghost with an apron. They planted me in her life like a seed. I’m supposed to grow roots, gain trust, gather intel. That’s the job. But she— Ivy Blackwood. The woman they said was dangerous. A traitor. A lie in heels. And yet... When she walks through that door, tired and untouchable— I don’t see a criminal. I see a storm pretending to be calm. I see someone like me. They told me to watch her. They never said I’d start to care. So here I am… Chopping vegetables with one hand, holding classified files in the other— and pretending this is love. Or is it? Last but not least...I-I love kids...Millie her daughter...I loooove it when Millie calls me her dad. It's hard not to get attached to her. BUT AS A SPY... PRIORITIES AND MY COUNTRY IS FIRST!... ------------------------------------^-^--------------------------------------- ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ: And I 'm your narrator ~ Grace. • Will Ivy find out her Husband 's secret identity? • What if the spy actually fell for Ivy? • What are the secrets that they still don't know about each other? " Well..well, They aren't just hiding secrets. It's pain, trauma and a whole past behind it. And remember my dear, things are not what it seems like."

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up. "What? Is there something wrong?" He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped. He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did. She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

Zach Apron is a reincarnator from Earth — The Original Realm — who found himself reborn in a very "normal" yet so very ridiculous world in more than one ways.

In a distant realm inhabited by a clever cock, a spirited hare, and a fierce hawk, an alien force descended, conquering the land with an iron fist. The invader ruled tyrannically, casting shadows over the vibrant lives of the native creatures. Amidst the turmoil, a fierce struggle for independence ignited, but the path to freedom proved long and arduous. In a remarkable twist of fate, the heart of the native habitat, known as Mother Cock, was crowned the temporary queen of this world. Yet, even with her on the throne, conditions worsened for the inhabitants, as the alien presence grew ever more oppressive. After a time of darkness, the Queen Alien made her return, reborn and more formidable than before. With her resurgence, a new battle for liberation took shape, as the land’s rightful inhabitants rallied to reclaim their freedom once more. The struggle was far from over, and the fight for independence continued to unfold in this enchanted world.

“It’s almost like these chains were made for you,” a mischievous smirk travelled across his lips as he clasped a chain around my neck. Everything about him commanded worship. From his devilishly cutthroat demeanor, to the contrasting angelic features that the gods had wrongly blessed him with. But I would never bow before a man that I hated with an unquenchable fire. “You disgust me,” I spat, ignoring the throb of arousal in my core. He laughed, harshly forcing me to fall to my knees using the chains and thrusting his pulsing cock into my mouth. “Problem solved,” he grinned, “be quiet, my little cherry slave.” *** Damon lures his rival’s mate, Ava into the capital city of Crescent Isle under the guise of a fashion scholarship. He simply intends to use her as bait to lure her mate into his waiting trap… But one taste of her and he’s so obsessed that he makes her his sex slave.

Transformed and suddenly thrown into a dangerous new place with not even a memory of the past remaining. With the modern world twisting in itself with dungeons and super powers alike appearing in the modern world, maybe the comfortable dungeon isn't too bad after all. Follow along on this sex filled journey of fun and rock hard monster cocks. Tons of sex in a world ending slowly, but who cares if the world burns down if you can have sex all day!? Say goodbye to your sanity and enjoy the read! WARNING TAGS INCLUDED IN THIS: Birth, monster, rape, bondage, bdsm, female perspective during sexual acts, dehumanising content, hypnosis, corruption, gender bender, drama, adventure, Incest, apocalypse, dungeon crawler, Kingdom building.

Once a fearsome Dark Lord who ruled with an iron fist and an unholy collection of enchanted weapons, Vexar has traded in his dark mantle for an apron, a rolling pin, and an overwhelming obsession with sourdough. After an undisclosed incident—likely involving a heroic duel, a very poorly timed betrayal, and possibly a broken enchanted sword—Vexar retired from world domination to open Vexar’s Very Good Buns, the finest bakery in the whimsical town of Dunderidge Crossing. But life as a humble baker isn't without its complications. Between accidentally scaring the townsfolk with his intimidating presence, accidentally using dark magic to heat the oven (again), and accidentally becoming embroiled in petty bakery rivalries and town politics, Vexar finds that running a peaceful little shop isn't as easy as tossing dough into a well-baked future. With a steady stream of quirky customers—including an old nemesis who insists on ordering pastries, a particularly sassy potion delivery courier, and the town's mysterious hero who keeps reappearing for scones—Vexar must learn to navigate the simple life while grappling with the occasional resurrection of ancient foes... all while ensuring the croissants come out golden and the jams are just right. Can a Dark Lord truly leave his past behind? Or is he destined to rise again—this time with a tray of muffins?