Cock Sleeve

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.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. 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. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “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?"

“Helena if I could be with you every moment of every day, fuck, I’d take that,” Romeo growled as he kissed her neck, sucking and licking along the way as well. “We’ve already lost nine years, Helena, I’m not wasting a moment more," Romeo hissed as his lips crashed against Helena’s. She let out a moan as Romeo lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. “Feel that, love?” Romeo asked as he pushed his cock against her. “Feel what you do to me?” Nine years ago Helena Willow ran and on her first day back she meets an Alpha whom she connected with on a different level. An Alpha that could be her Mate. When she left her pack she left her family and the love of her life, her stepbrother Romeo Blackmoon. What happens when she discovers that the Alpha she's slept with was her stepbrother and that he could be her mate?

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm. She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid… Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day. Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit." So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant… While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked." Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business! —Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion. "Can’t wait for the next chapter? Unlock early access and read new chapters before everyone else! Plus, join exclusive polls to shape the future of the story and enjoy behind-the-scenes content. Your support keeps this story alive and growing—be part of the journey! --> coming soon"

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

Book 2 of The Nochten trilogy. Five years have passed since the dreaded letter and Ana is now 12 years old. She continues to face the challenges in court, meanwhile, more support grows in favor of her cousin Mykhol. But as foreign invaders, the Bulgeons, encroach on their colonies with more than pillaging in mind, Ana must turn for aid in one of the last remnants of her mother's court, Admiral Nugen. The only human at court who may have more than a sense of duty to stay by Ana's side. Meanwhile, back in Dawny, Prince Nicoli struggles to find a way back into Ana's life after five years of silence on her end. Ever determined to reunite with his half-sister, he comes up with an ingenious plan that just has to work, despite Mykhol's and Queen Belinda's best wishes. But Queen Belinda has her own tricks up her sleeve and a resentment that only grows not against Ana but King Alexander, himself, who must choose between his children. Will Ana be able to manage these new challenges? And what about the strange rumors running around about Mykhol and her? Why is there talk of marriage? Secret engagements, a hidden love child, and a broken trust still loom over, doesn't Ana have enough to deal with?

Abandoned on the battlefield, all he could do was endure the hellish life. He had no family to rely on, as they had turned their backs on him. A soul from the battlefield, Lucavion Thorne. But apparently, he was a lot more than a mere soldier, as fate had many things stored for him. A soul from Earth....When they merged, he realized. He was a one-chapter villain whose sole purpose was to serve as a background setting for the protagonist's tragedy. But was he truly a one-chapter villain, or did fate still have some tricks up its sleeve? Watch the story of Lucavion Thorne as he finds the purpose behind his transmigration and discovers his own fate. ---------- One or two chapters daily. Chapter Length 1500-2000 You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur ---------------------------0------------------------------ Business E-mail: yusuftalhayasar@outlook.com Discord: _yty_

"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.

Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages. “Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.” The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exists in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it. **** Note: Raze Cromwell is a character who briefly appears in My vampire system. (For 2 Chapters) There is no need to read My vampire system. Since this story is based on Raze before he became what he was in vampire system. Instagram: JKSManga Discord: jksmanga https://discord.gg/jksmanga

Transformed and suddenly thrown into a dangerous new place with not even a memory of the past remaining. With the 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.

Shen Hua, the daughter of the Shen family that ran an embroidery business in Fengzhou, was pampered since she was a child. She had a pretty face and smooth, fair skin. Unfortunately, her body was weak, and she'd run out of breath after walking merely a few steps. She didn't have very long to live. The Shen family gradually faced its downfall, and her wedding was delayed again and again. Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Cui family, was a noble and stern man. He was entrusted to look after Shen Hua. Why not just marry her? He thought. Since Shen Hua reincarnated, she had focused all her attention on the embroidery business. She hoped to change her life and regain her former glory. When she heard about Cui Yun's decision to marry her, she fainted on the spot. After waking up, she turned him down with tears in her eyes. "I don't have very long to live. I don't want to waste your time." Cui Yun was very considerate. "It's not a big deal. I know you feel touched, but there's no need to cry. Since you already depend on the Cui family, you might as well just become part of us. After you die from your sickness, I'll even hold a grand funeral for you." Shen Hua felt hopeless. But I'm only pretending to be sick! *** Cui Yun had many younger female cousins. Many of them had confessed their feelings for him, but he turned all of them down nonchalantly. "It's getting late. Please look after yourself." Shen Hua had never met such a clueless man when it came to romance. One night, while she was on her way home, she took a shortcut and passed by the Cui family's courtyard. Cui Yun stopped her. He was standing near the entrance, and his sleeves danced to the wind. "It's cold outside. Would you like to come in and stay for a while?"

[Handsome and Mischievous & Sweet and Soft Girl] [Unrequited Love Comes True + Sweet Pampering + Both Pure] Ryder once found a pink love letter in a math book. The handwriting of the young girl was elegant, with shyness and youth between the strokes. The content of the love letter was very short, unsigned, and only one sentence: "Today I saw you, and suddenly I wanted to take you to Laguna Beach to see the sea." ... Aria has done two out-of-the-ordinary things in her life. One was writing an unsigned love letter when she was young. The second was secretly loving Ryder for six years, then gritting her teeth and repeating a year to get into the same university as him. She is not smart, and this is all she can do. People who know Aria say she has a reserved personality, beautiful but like a handful of ice and snow in the winter mountains, gentle yet aloof. Only Ryder knows that aloofness is just her protective color, the girl is timid and vigilant, squatting by the roadside in the misty morning to feed the stray cats of the school. He witnessed Aria's fear and helplessness when she was trapped in a nightmare. He saw her, after drinking, clutching his sleeve, her apricot eyes wet, looking as if she had lost the whole world. The girl's eyelashes trembled as she confessed her feelings to him, her voice soft and helpless, choking on her words: "I, I turned back, but he is just very good..." He is not good. Ryder thought, as if bewitched, it was her. Once fallen, there is no cure. Later, he took her to see the sea of "Kekexili", knelt on one knee for her, and gently kissed her ring finger under the girl's slightly red eyes. At the age of twenty-two, in the morning, holding her hand, the other hand held their marriage certificate. In this book, we will witness the two-way journey of a wealthy, handsome, and mischievous young man and a sweet, soft girl, six years of life, from middle school to high school, and then to university, starting from secret love and running towards the marriage hall.

This is a Chinese translated novel, all copyright is reversed to the author, while the English translation to me. Author: You You Xian Translator: Doyenro(for fun) Wei Wei, who was lucky enough to win a reincarnation package and took over a female doctor's body with life skills. It's a pity that the system got the wrong place to cross, and the prosperous ancient times in the east transformed by her predecessors turned into a stinking dark Middle Ages in the west where food was scarce.  What can she do? We can only push up our sleeves to encourage everyone to talk about hygiene and civilization to build a harmonious society. Wei Wei: "The first step is to clean up this garbage dump-like castle." Felix: "My dear, marry me first, don't talk about the castle. The whole territory is up to you." T/N: * I do not own this novel, just translating for fun. * Contact me if the original novel is being officially translated, so I stop. Check out other translated novel *Rebirth of Hollywood Lady. *Married to the Demon King, she took the throne via infrastructure.

The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy! He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

Does this mean the other times weren’t a prank ?  The other times I caught you with other ladies in my house on my bed wasn’t a prank. Courtney screamed at her boyfriend of three years, who she had just caught fucking his boss on their anniversary. She already knew the answer. In a moment of anger, she picked up a lamp, threw it at him and fled the scene. As she fled the scene, the woman’s words kept ringing in her head. " I didn’t seduce you, Jason. She is going to find out sooner or later. So why not tell her the truth, tell her how you told me to file a divorce against my husband because you love me, tell her how you begged me to ride your hard cock, because she wouldn’t. Don’t act all innocent now, Jason". Determined to get the memories out of her head, she walked slowly across the road, hoping for a car to take her life. Unable to kill herself, she stepped into a club, with the hopes of getting drunk, but she ended up having a one-night stand with Alexander, the youngest and richest ceo in the city. After a night of pleasure, she got arrested for assault, but was later released by Alexander, who proposed a contract for her to be his personal sex toy, but she declined. *** Five years later, her son needed urgent heart surgery which she couldn’t afford. She tried all means but no one seemed to work. She had no other option but to turn to Alexander, the father of her son, who she didn't know was now married. He was going to save the boy who he wasn't too sure was his son, only if she agreed to disappear from their lives. Will Alexander succeed in taking her child away from her without a fight, or will her son succeed in bringing them together? Find out how this story unfolds. Ps: I love you all.

In this tantalizing tale of fantasy and romance, the lines between good and evil blur and the battle for justice is far from straightforward. Meet Avery, a young girl who's been through the wringer. Her stepdad and mother secretly plotted, killed her dad and are planning to cheat her out of her inheritance. But Avery has got an ace up her sleeve -- her uncle Kenny, the custodian of her father's legacy and the only one who can save her from the villainous Fred: her stepfather. Fred's the kind of guy who always seem to slip away from justice. With a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, he's always one step ahead of the game. But when he sets his eyes on Avery's inheritance, he's met with a surprise -- uncle Kenny's not going down without a fight. As the battle between good and evil intensifies, alliances are formed and broken. Karen, Avery's mom finds herself at crossroads, torn between her loyalty to Fred and her love for her daughter. Rachel, uncle Kenny's daughter falls deeply in love with Fred, unaware of his true identity and intentions. Will Avery and uncle Kenny be able to outsmart Fred and bring him to justice or will the villainous Fred succeed in his plans? Dive into the world of The Fallen Shadow where nothing is as it seems and the truth will leave you breathless.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

The omega Luci, who came to Earth for the first time, thought that she was bound to die, so she indulged once, but unexpectedly discovered that the people on Earth can also delay her fever period, giving her hope of surviving. The manager brought her into the set and warned her repeatedly not to mess with Teacher Chi. She looked at the beautiful woman, her eyelids twitched slightly, sorry, it’s over. Others said that Chi Yinghou was cold and indifferent, a flower of the high mountains, who could only be seen from a distance, but not touched. Thinking of her cramped appearance that day, Lu resigned. During the filming, Lu Ci played the role of the high-cold president. His aloof and indifferent demeanor amazed the audience. After the performance, Chi Shuang handed her the sleeve and asked “Touch my clothes to see if I am the wife of the president.” material?” Lu Ci: ………? At the awards ceremony, backstage, Chi Shuang blocked her in the dressing room “Little Luer, I haven’t seen you for so long, do you miss me?” The corners of Lu Ci’s eyes twitched slightly, looking at the man’s restless hands “It’s only been two hours.” When seeing that person always trying his best to have intimate contact with him, Lu Ci once thought it was the sequelae caused by her ingesting too much of her own pheromone, and with a little apology, tried to cooperate with her thoughts. It was only later that I realized, huh, a certain person’s nature was just revealed 

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

Alex Lavaigne is the second prince with a thirst for adventure but his social life is a little bit…dry. One day coming back from his (forced) engagement party he encounters a handsome bunny “cosplayer” with a few tricks up his sleeves. Will he follow the handsome bunny or will he be forced to participate in his never ending game?

CAUTION: TABOO Previous Title: Crippled Hier Wake up with a MILF system Zhang Fei was a degenerate looser back on Earth. He was crowned the Coomer King after jerking his way to victory in a twisted online test, only to get sucked into a void and thrown into a xianxia world of qi, sects, and hmm.....pussies. Reborn as a crippled heir, his body’s fucked—useless limbs, cock barely twitching—he’s stuck drooling over jade beauties he can’t touch, until........a window lights up in his life. “Welcome to the Crippled Heir MILF System." "Host! Ready to fuck your way to the top?” Hell yeah, he is. Task one? Get a hand job. His first conquest? A thick-ass MILF who calls herself “Mother,” her massive tits spilling qi-nourished milk into his mouth while she strokes his cock till he cums hard, fixing his broken ass with every sticky spurt. Now, fully healed, Zhang Fei’s out to steal every jade beauty, fuck rival sect bitches senseless and claim the fat legacy that he is supposed to have. The system dings with every thrust: “Mission: Bang your way to the top. Rewards: Qi Potion, badass moves, and more pussy.” Will he ascend to fuck the heavens or just fuck everything in his path? Spoiler: he’s doing both. Tags: R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Outdoors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action| Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Taboo|

Candy Dreams 2 is a horror novel of 2 people that fall asleep and see a candy queen. they think that she’s friendly, but she has a few tricks up her sleeves.

Miles Fielding is a scrawny twelve-year-old from some nowhere noble family in the United Kingdom, the kind nobody’s betting on to save the day. Except weird crap keeps happening around him—dogs keel over, kids who mess with him end up limping, and his own folks are starting to think he’s cursed. His dad, Viscount Thomas Fielding, is so freaked out that he sends Miles to the High School of Magic “Pendragon Academy”—this fancy-pants academy for the kingdom’s top Gifted kids. Problem is, Miles is too young, too odd, and way too pale to blend in. Oh, and he has a little secret: Eldric Varnwythe, a snarky dark mage from another world, who got stabbed in the back by his own siblings and somehow crash-landed in Miles’s skull. Together, they’re a ticking time bomb of chaos and potential. Eldric Varnwythe’s got necromancy tricks up his sleeve and a vendetta burning in his soul. Eldric is teaching him tricks that’d make your granny faint, Miles’s stumbling into a world of secret lairs, banned alchemy, and beasts that’d eat your face off. His family is scared he’ll hex them, his classmates think he is a freak, and the United Kingdom? Clueless about the storm brewing in this kid’s bony little frame. Will he tame the darkness or let it loose? Hell if I know—but it’s gonna be a wild ride. At Pendragon Academy, under the sharp eye of Headmaster Sir Edward Frederick Harrington, Miles’s supposed to be a prodigy-in-training—but the dark vibes he’s giving off? They’re anything but normal. When he’s not acing herbology or dodging nosy classmates, he’s battling monsters like the Fire Ant with a ragtag crew, proving he’s more than a creepy kid with a pale face. Perfect for fans of magical misfits, epic battles, and snarky voices in your head that won’t shut up. Miles and Eldric are about to flip Pendragon Academy on its head—one spell, one snarky jab at a time. Dive in if you dare!

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.

Starting life as a college student is hard, but not as hard as dying on your very first day. Ali Asad was just your average guy, ready to start fresh in a new city for college. But when he jumped into traffic to save a mysterious woman, his good deed got him killed—fast and painfully. Just when he thought it was game over, he woke up alive... sort of. Turns out, the woman he saved, Carrisa, had a few tricks up her sleeve. Now resurrected as an immortal being and renamed Alicarde, he’s thrust into a world of ancient power struggles, dark magic, and impossible expectations. Bound to Carrisa’s fate, Alicarde quickly learns that being immortal isn’t all it's cracked up to be. Instead of focusing on classes or meeting new friends, he’s dodging dangerous foes, navigating Carrisa’s high-stakes supernatural battles, and trying to figure out just what his role is in all this madness. All while struggling with the fact that he really didn’t sign up for any of this. Thrown into a fight for survival with powers he barely understands and a fate that’s now intertwined with Carrisa’s, Alicarde has to adapt fast—or risk dying all over again, this time for good. join discord https://discord.com/invite/5VVpgK9DUU

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."

Yan Yuling was born into a wealthy family and was an abandoned daughter since childhood. Her stepsister took her place as the pampered daughter of the Yan family and used her as a sacrificial lamb. She only wishes to have a boring, normal life. Unfortunately, she was destined to meet a handsome and talented businessman, who is also known as a 'cut-sleeve'. Their meeting is as cliche as a dog-blood drama, signaling the intertwining of their destinies. But, under the gentleman's facade, he is someone who carries dark secrets and thirsts for revenge. As they get to know each other better, they discover each other's hidden stories that could destroy their fragile relationship and kill their budding love. Faced with so many secrets, can they truly find love from each other? A/N: Little Wife's Diary Series: Book 1: Little Wife's Diary: My Husband Is My Boss! ( Completed ) Book 2: TBA

"I'm only going to ask you this once, so you better tell me the fucking truth." She tenses up. "A-About what?" "Did you fuck someone else?" Frozen in place, my mouth goes dry, and I have a hard time forming words. I'm not sure how he found out, but I'm scared to move. I just had his cock in my mouth and now I'm being questioned about sleeping with Dimitri. Every time we get to a point where we aren't arguing, something else brings us right back to square one. ********************************************************** 25 year old Sienna Williams hooks up with a handsome stranger. As a result of her time with the charming stranger, she later gives birth to a son. It isn't until she learns he's the leader of a Mafia that her entire world is completely flipped upside down. 27 year old Tristan Lucci hooks up with a beautiful stranger. As a result of his time with the enchanting stranger, he finds himself needing to have her. So he tracks her down. It isn't until he learns that he's a father that his entire world is completely flipped upside down. **** All it takes is one time to create a life. And all it took was one life to bring two people together. But can that life keep them together, despite being a part of two completely different worlds?

[DARK FANTASY] [MATURE CONTENT] [NO RAPE] Euphy woke up alone in an abandoned bunker with no memory of who she was or how she got there. Venturing into the unknown, she discovered she had crossed into Wolfstadt—a kingdom notorious for its ruthless ruler, King Maximus Adalwolf. Known as a tyrant feared by all, Maximus was the last person she wanted to cross paths with. But fate had other plans. Desperate for answers about her past, she was forced to make a dangerous pact with the very man who embodied power and cruelty. Signing a contract she didn’t fully understand, she became bound to serve the king in exchange for his help. As she embarked on a perilous journey to piece together her lost memories, she found herself caught in a web of treachery, power, and a king who seemed as much her captor as he was her ally. In a world where trust is a luxury and freedom feels like a distant dream, she must decide whether her past is worth the price of her soul. *** “I need something in return.” “What is it?” “Your ability to heal,” he stated plainly, his voice devoid of emotion. “In exchange, I’ll help you recover your memory.” She frowned at his strange request. “I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” she replied nervously, her voice slightly wavering. “I… I don’t even know if I can use healing magic. I’ve never done it before… well, as far as I remember.” His golden eyes remained fixed on her, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. “Of course, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone laced with an unsettling certainty. “It’s in your blood.” Leaning forward slightly, he added with a cruel edge, “And let’s not forget—you don’t really have much of a choice. Either you do as I say, or you remain a slave prisoner forever here in Wolfstadt.” The weight of his words was merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last. The way he spoke, so calm and detached, made it clear that neither option would truly benefit her. It was a game, and no matter how she played, the odds were stacked firmly in his favor. With a trembling sigh, her shoulders slumped, and unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down, she knew the choice she was about to make might lead to regret, but she had no other option. “Fine,” she whispered after a long, agonizing pause. “Atta girl,” the king said with a smirk that dripped with mockery, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” His tone was casual, almost taunting, as though her surrender had been inevitable. She ignored his condescension, clenching her fists to steady herself. Forcing herself to focus, she asked directly, “What do I need to do?” The king straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he stood. He cast a final glance her way before delivering his answer with unnerving nonchalance. “Well, to start,” he said coolly, “you have to become my wife.” Before she could react, he turned and strode out of the room, his robes trailing behind him, leaving her stunned into silence. It took her a full minute to process his words, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in like a stone in water. By the time she fully grasped it, the room was silent, and she was alone.