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Saint Andrews Cross Bondage

Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World

Jiang Ning Transmigrates at a Time of Turmoil To protect himself, he began training in martial arts using his “grinding experience” panel, quietly building his strength. Gradually, he discovered that as his cultivation techniques broke through their limits, various attributes began to manifest some even concealing the authority of divine beings. Through the martial path, he started to harness both divine authority and innate supernatural powers. [Five-Animal Fist] : From the initial grind to the perfected state constantly breaking through limits and acquiring various attributes: the five vital organs store essence and each harbors divine power. [Indestructible Body] : From the initial grind to perfection continuously shattering limits and acquiring myriad attributes, endowing him with an unbreakable golden body and immortal divine bones. [Inner Alchemy and Life Cultivation] : From the initial grind to perfection relentlessly breaks limits and gathers various attributes that allow him to remain at the pinnacle and attain immortality. One day, the Martial Saint who had kept the world subdued for eight hundred years struck at him. He slowly smiled. “Are you trying to attack a divine being?” When the very weapon once capable of slaying immortals and annihilating gods fell upon his head, he merely tilted his head slightly; not a single hair was disturbed. “My foundation has long been forged into an indestructible golden body!”
LordoftheReader · 7.2K Views

The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

A/N: I don't do a lot of hand-holding, so you have to figure out the subtle and not-so-subtle stuff. Good luck. One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren—the strongest line of defense. The students gained magical abilities—not to be heroes, but just because it was expected. Even with the supernatural, Alum seemed aloof but more mellow—his world hadn’t changed, but the same couldn’t be said for those around him. However… that changed—he fell in love with a Saint at first sight. Saint Amethely, despite being new to the role, is loved by everyone. She is sweet, caring, and elegant but has to carry the grand legacy of her Grandmother, the previous Saint. Despite that, she was still a shy girl, slightly clumsy, with no romance experience. But only a few knew of her awkward side. So how could he make an elegant Imperial Saint fall for him…? He, who in this world was but a nobody? There were a few options—become recognizable. Except… the shy girl Amethely had already fallen in love at first sight—Alum being the culprit. An aloof youth whose world changed and an elegant Imperial Saint, how would their love blossom? But… change was never easy for someone like him. Whichever world—his was never kind. Even in this beautiful and vibrant world—incredible magic beasts and abominations were cruel and unyielding. Schedule: weekend or either Mon/Wed
Seseal · 117.1K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 14.2K Views
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