Lidded Tea Mug

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?"

Lui Ming died at 26. Not tragically heroic. Not beautifully poetic. Just… dead. A car accident, a blank expression, and no last words. Born with alexithymia, Lui Ming never quite figured out emotions—his or anyone else’s. Smiling at funerals? Accidentally. Crying during sitcoms? Never happened. Doctors called him emotionally detached. His aunt called him “a misunderstood sweetie.” Strangers just called security. But heaven, in its infinite sarcasm, gave him a second chance. Waking up in a cultivation world where people fly on swords and explode from spicy qi, Lui Ming finds himself in the body of a disgraced young noble—abandoned by his family, hated by the servants, and gifted with severe OCD. The original owner was one tantrum away from being assassinated. And Lui Ming, who just wanted to take naps in peace, realizes something quickly: He has no plot armor. No golden finger. No system. Just his medical degree, a blank face, and tea cups that must be aligned. To survive, he needs to cling to a powerful golden thigh. But there’s just one tiny issue. He has no idea how to blend in.

Jian Li just wanted to grab a soda and scroll memes. But when lightning strikes his phone, he accidentally downloads a very grumpy, very ancient alchemist grandpa — Elder Sheng Tai — who claims to be the last Sage of Heavenly Pill Dao… and now lives in Jian’s cracked Android. One’s a laid-back, sleep-deprived high schooler. The other’s a ghost who thinks rice cookers are furnaces and TikTikTok is a cursed mind trap. Together? They’re about to turn noodles, earbuds, and smartphone apps into the next great path to immortality. Cultivation now includes: Bluetooth transmission of Qi, rice cooker pill explosions, spiritual tea on a budget, aura-vision filters, and emotionally bonding over instant noodles. Warning: May cause sudden enlightenment, mild diarrhea, or spectral nagging.

In a world that often speaks too loudly, Anya lives quietly. She prefers the company of books, rainy windows, and unspoken thoughts. Her life is composed of gentle routines and silent dreams—until Oriana arrives. Beautiful, confident, and mysterious, Oriana walks into Anya’s life like summer thunder—sudden, fierce, and unforgettable. With a smile that hides sorrow and a laugh that awakens something deep inside Anya’s chest, Oriana becomes the one person who can unravel her. As the seasons pass and their hearts draw closer, Anya and Oriana discover that love doesn’t always begin with fireworks—it often starts in silence, in lingering glances, in shared cups of tea and small, stolen moments. But beneath the warmth, both girls carry pieces of their pasts that threaten to surface. Oriana battles her fear of being seen fully—flaws, pain, and all. Anya wrestles with the courage it takes to hold someone without needing to fix them. And together, they must learn that love isn’t about perfection, but about staying—especially when it’s hard. Her Laugh, My Heart is a tender, poetic tale of first love between two girls who find safety in each other’s arms. It is about the quiet kind of love—the kind that grows like jasmine in the dark and teaches you to listen to the sound of a heartbeat that finally feels like home.

Zayan Khan is the cold-hearted CEO of Khan Enterprises — a man who breathes spreadsheets, scowls for fun, and hasn’t smiled since childhood. Raised by distant, workaholic parents, Zayan has learned one rule: never get distracted. Especially not by messy, emotional humans. Enter Andaleeb Shah — a tea-obsessed, chaos-attracting intern with a sweet tooth and no filter. She’s the exact opposite of Zayan: carefree, talkative, always late, and always munching on something. But behind her clumsy charm and contagious smile… she’s hiding a cosmic secret. Because Andaleeb? She’s not from Earth. And she has powers no one must ever see — especially not in a security-filled corporate building. Every time she meets Zayan, something goes hilariously wrong: spilled coffee, jammed elevators, public arguments — and maybe even bent spoons. And yet, despite himself, Zayan finds his perfectly calculated life cracking under her strange influence. But love doesn’t come easy when status, secrets, and space stand between them. Throw in a jealous rival CEO, an upcoming engagement, a pink attic room above a café called The Wishing Mug, and the possibility that the most ordinary girl in the office may just be from another planet… And Zayan’s cold heart is about to go supernova. What is andleeb secret?

Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child. When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son. She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, "Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die. Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him. For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family. Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday. But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper! This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can. Excerpt. Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly. "Mei-Mei, it hurts." As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe. "Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death." "He..."Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain. Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking. When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, "Mei-Mei, kiss it better."

This is a story about a boy who suffered from sickness and was chosen by an all powerful system to reincarnate into another world where the impossible exists. (This is an overpowered type of a novel where it contains harem and if this is not your cup of tea please at least read a few chapters to give it a chance)

One day, Siegfried woke up to find himself transported to a world of swords and magic. Powerless and unarmed, he was entrusted with the task of saving a kingdom. Since ancient times, the strong have relied on their fists, and the rich on their wealth. But what about those who have nothing? Guess they'll have to rely on their silver tongue. “Well, for starters, let’s swindle a lady knight for fun~” -------------------------------------------- I strolled through the grand and bustling medieval royal city, and climbed the towering magical spire that reached the skies. I’ve seen beautiful, elegant elves with long lifespans, and ancient dragons that blotted out the sun. I’ve once led thousands into battle across the war-torn plains, and also clinked mugs with comrades in the rowdy adventurers’ taverns. I’ve recorded these wild and fantastical experiences in my handbook, hoping they’ll be sung for generations to come.

Kaito was just an ordinary office worker—overworked, under-caffeinated, and nursing back pain from a chair he swore he’d replace six months ago. His only escape? Fantasy novels, strong tea, and the quiet hum of a café on a rare peaceful morning. Then came the blinding light. Now? He’s been accidentally summoned to a divine realm by a flustered priestess who mixed up the magical paperwork and pulled in the wrong guy. Oops. Stranded in a world not meant for him, Kaito finds himself face-to-face with a radiant Dragon Goddess named Aurelya—who can’t return him home, but offers him a blessing and a chance to start over in the magical land of Aurethria. Granted the unique skill Scholar’s Insight, which lets him read and understand all magical languages and ancient texts, Kaito begins his new life as a sixteen-year-old bookworm with no combat skills—but an overpowered brain. Can a sarcastic, tea-loving introvert survive in a world of scrolls, spells, and dragons? Can he keep his head down long enough to avoid divine attention? And will the Dragon Goddess ever stop feeling guilty for yeeting the wrong guy across dimensions? A slow-burn, slice-of-life isekai full of magic, mishaps, and unexpected bonds. Because sometimes, saving the world starts with being a cosmic mistake.

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

"Until the Flower Withers" In a world brimming with magic, Luna Lockheart is reborn into a noble family, surrounded by love—but a deadly secret threatens to shatter her second chance at life. As Luna learns to navigate her new world, she discovers a life full of wonder and sorrow. From playful siblings and elegant tea parties to the haunting shadow of an ancient illness, time is not her ally. But Luna refuses to wither quietly. With her heart full of determination and her spirit as bright as the flower she’s named after, Luna vows to live fully, even as time slips through her fingers. A story of reincarnation, family bonds, and the beauty found in fleeting moments. "Until the flower withers… I'll bloom as brightly as I can."

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

Lin Feng thought he'd just fallen asleep during a movie night. Instead, he woke up in a world of spirit beasts, qi cultivation, and ancient sects… with his mom standing beside him—barefoot, smiling, and cuddling a rabbit plushie like this was a family picnic. Welcome to the Eastern Realms: where teenagers throw mountains, clans fight over bloodlines, and everyone seems weirdly obsessed with sword techniques and destiny. Lin Feng doesn’t care. He’s got one goal: keep his mother safe. Even if that means punching geniuses, glaring at princesses, and carrying her up sacred staircases like it’s just another Tuesday. Li Meixiu, meanwhile, is just trying to understand why strangers keep calling her "divine" and why her son now breaks stone with his abs. Also, tea. She’d really like some tea. As sects scheme and heirs flirt (with both of them), one thing becomes clear: This world may have spirit beasts, sword saints, and trials that shatter minds… But it’s not ready for a mother-son duo like this. But, this isn't just a normal cultivation novel... There's a King, who is known for being the strongest human being. But, even he gets scared when he thinks of 'that' mysterious woman. Who once, destroyed a whole city just by her killing intent. No one knows her. No one saw her. No one remembers her. Except the King. He believes she comes from upper realm, or a place, where beings more powerful than humans live. All he saw was, a tear in space, before the whole city got destroyed in front of him, so fast that all he could do was... watch. Will our mother-son duo become normal cultivators? or... will they become powerful enough to look down on others?...

Despite being an experimental subject, Mo Yao—also known as Nine,lives by one rule: play the game better than anyone else. She's mastered the art of survival with a toolkit full of bitchiness, green tea sweetness, and white lotus innocence—whatever the world demands, she gives it back tenfold, on her own terms. someone asked “Mo Yao, why are you always acting like the main character?” She yawns. “I’m not acting. I am the main character—hero or villain, I don’t care.” Then she smirks. “But hey... you do have main character syndrome. I mean, you dress the part. All that green? Very on brand.” Life was going fine,until she uncovers her true origin... and the terrifying purpose she was designed for. Now branded a threat, betrayed by those she trusted, and hunted by half the galaxy, Mo Yao must decide: will she rise to reshape the world... or burn it all down first?

Sam Rush, a janitor and also a novel reader. "it's the last chapter." The novel he read all the time was finally coming into an end. "The story hasn't ended yet." "Do you want to know the end of it?" "Yeah, i still want to know the end." "Very well then." [Author Note : Fresh story, english is not my first language so im sorry if there were mistake in my grammar, not the cup of tea for some reader, and enjoy]

Betrayed by the Emperor. Poisoned by the concubine she once saved. Forgotten by the palace she served. Zhao Lianhua died quietly, an Empress with no power, no allies, and no love. Her name was erased before the tea even cooled. But the heavens are not merciful. She wakes in her younger body, six months before her marriage to the Crown Prince. This time, she will not play the perfect Empress. This time, she will not be loyal, obedient, or silent. With every memory of her death intact, Lianhua begins to spin her web: • The court officials who mocked her, she will use them. • The women who schemed against her, she will ruin them. • And the man who smiled as she died, she will destroy his throne. In a palace where power is everything and kindness is weakness, the Empress has returned. And this time, she’s here to win.

There is a special place in my heart for this place. The multi-storeyed apartment building flaunting its chipping grey colour. A line of shops selling everything but luxuries. The smiling Rehman Chacha whose morning tea lightens my mood. The old electric shop whose owner rarely visits his dust-ridden shop. Laundry at the roadside having an ironing table as its sole asset. Chinky, Monty and a nameless guy who are ever ready at the first turn to spot me and get their cut for the day. My home huh, there is nothing to be called as a home. I sleep under the shed that houses some scrap material. Yeah, Shaym owns it. I consider it as my home because he was the guy who gave me shelter when I had no money to support myself, he employed me although he was running in losses. He hired me as an accountant for the job where no accounting was required since he had given up piling scraps.

Zara Everleigh just wants to nap. Seriously. That’s all. She’s filthy rich, but nobody knows it. To the world, she’s just the lazy girl next door in oversized hoodies, sipping bubble tea and minding her own business. Until one day… She helps the insanely hot CEO next door by pretending to be his girlfriend. Now she’s stuck in a fake relationship. Reporters are camped outside her door. And the internet is obsessed with “the mystery girl.” Too bad Zara has no time for love. She’s too busy hiding her billion-dollar secret—and avoiding all human interaction.

Revenge is the only thing she wants after knowing the truth. However, is revenge can satisfy her? Revenge for the man and woman that betrayed her in her past life is not worth it. "Wait, where am I? What's this place?" She asks. "This is your space and I'm your guardian." A little boy answered. With this space, she climbed higher in this life. At the same time, someone reached for her hand and said that he would help her. To protect what she needs to protect. ...... The Man: You don't want to have revenge on them? The woman: No. They are not worth it. But if they are looking for death, I don't mind giving them some lessons. The Man: Good. Then you can focus on me. The woman:... ***This story development is very slow. ***The cover image for this novel is not mine. I just edit it. All credit goes to the artist that draws it. *** English is my second language. Sorry, I am sorry if you have difficulty reading my novel. If that is so, this novel is not your cup of tea

Aurelia Orlandei is a Crimson Witch who was feared, immortal, and absurdly powerful. But she'd really rather not be. All she wants is to live quietly in her cozy treehouse near the swamp, drink tea, and avoid literally everyone. Unfortunately, peace is a rare luxury in a world full of war-hungry queens, nosy forest creatures, and magical contracts with way too much fine print. When a royal summons drags her into a ridiculous quest involving politics, ancient dungeons, and an oddly handsome stranger with secrets (a dragon?!) and an impeccable jawline, Aurelia finds herself at the center of a mess she definitely didn’t ask for. She’s lazy. She might be slightly unhinged. But what about saving the world? Dating and War? Nuh uh... Because she's a potato!

Some places are built to shelter the soul. Others, to guard a secret. In a forgotten corner of the world, tucked between ancient trees and winding mist, there stands a café known only to those who need it most. No signs. No staff. Just a weathered door, slightly ajar—waiting. Eliyas, a young man haunted by fragments of a past he doesn’t fully understand, stumbles into this retreat chasing a whisper—a name tied to something far greater than him. As he finds sanctuary beneath its quiet beams, he realizes the café is more than a refuge. It's a fulcrum, balancing two realities: the calm surface of the world… and the unseen current beneath it. Beneath steaming mugs and silent mornings lies a thread pulling them toward something ancient, dangerous, and alive. Some doors offer peace. Others open to the unknown.

"Surviving the apocalypse? Child's play. I once survived a guild meeting where half the wizards tried to curse each other over tea. The zombies? Less dramatic." "The zombies are the least of your worries. I’ve lived centuries, faced demons, and still have to listen to a five-year-old argue why ice cream counts as dinner." "So the world’s ending and you think you’re in charge because you’ve got a shiny dragon scale? Adorable. Sit down, Sparkles, and let the grown-ups talk." "I’m sorry, did you say you were the strongest survivor here? That’s cute. When you’ve defeated an entire undead army with one hand, we can compare notes." ---- The cover is mine. The cover is MC. Please don't Abuse the novel

The tea was warm. The lights were soft. The world was ending, but we didn’t know it yet.

A talentless youth enters the world of immortal cultivation, what awaits him on this path? Heaven only gifts it's chosen few while all others strive to survive. This is the story of a boy with no powerful bloodline, family, system, nor teacher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~§~§~§~~§~§~§~~§§~~§~§~§~§~§~~~~§~§~~§~~ What to expect? This is my beginner level Xianxia, that is to say from everything i've read this is what I consider cultivation. As such we will set up everything from the very bottom, and we will delve into topics of cultivation until my brain fries. At first we will take it slow for like 20 ish chapters, after that we will pick up the pace as we have our first real conflict. No systems as that is not my cup of tea, they are fun but remove all tension in a story. No special bloodline, like we need to be able to identify to this person to a degree and humans simply aren't that special. We will start from the VERY bottom, so if you aren't in it for the long haul I wouldn't recommend reading further. Now, my writing isn't perfect, I am not some english teacher, I am just someone that overread and now I can't see myself just reading anymore. If you like my story, please support me via comments or whatever this site uses.

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Kenji, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Kenji optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional,but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

Kang Jo-hoon is a broke, jobless Korean man with a degree in politics and economics—and a lot of bitterness. After rage-posting a sarcastic review on a low-rated fantasy novel called The Demon King’s Tea Time, he wakes up inside its crumbling world. Now stuck in a ruined kingdom with no powers, no allies, and a "family" that’s barely surviving, Jo-hoon or rather, Kairon, must use his brain instead of brawn to stay alive. His “father” is a former noble stripped of status, his “sister” is too kind for this world, oh and let's not talk about the "mother" and the once-great capital is now a ghost town haunted by debt, monsters, and betrayal. Armed with only his modern knowledge, sharp tongue, and twisted sense of humor, Jo-hoon takes on the impossible: rebuild the fallen house, outwit nobles and demons, and maybe—just maybe—turn this tragic fantasy into his own empire. A bad story can always be rewritten.

Lady Evelyne Everhart died of a broken heart. Or at least, she thought she did. But the universe had other plans. Now reborn as the infamous villainess of a fantasy romance novel, Evelyne wants nothing more than peace, a good cup of tea, and perhaps the occasional elegant slap for those who deserve it. Unfortunately, fate isn’t feeling generous. Not only has she been thrown into a world of royal politics and scandal... but four of her exes have reincarnated here too. And worse? They all want her back. Men who once broke her heart now kneel for her love. Beg for her attention. Fight for her forgiveness. Too bad. She’s not here to relive the past. She’s here to rewrite the story—and maybe serve karma with a smile.

Lady Evelyne Everhart died of a broken heart. Or at least, she thought she did. But the universe had other plans. Now reborn as the infamous villainess of a fantasy romance novel, Evelyne wants nothing more than peace, a good cup of tea, and perhaps the occasional elegant slap for those who deserve it. Unfortunately, fate isn’t feeling generous. Not only has she been thrown into a world of royal politics and scandal... but four of her exes have reincarnated here too. And worse? They all want her back. Men who once broke her heart now kneel for her love. Beg for her attention. Fight for her forgiveness. Too bad. She’s not here to relive the past. She’s here to rewrite the story—and maybe serve karma with a smile.

Eliot is a silver-haired, tea-loving, soft-spoken noble who’s supposedly useless. Also Eliot: sovereign of the Eastern Underworld, demon hunter, casual flirt, and part-time chaos magnet. Lucien is a cold, stoic prince everyone forgot existed. Also Lucien: sovereign of the North, sword saint, demon exterminator, insomnia addict, and allergic to human interaction. They were never meant to get married. One was a last-minute substitute after his sister ran off with a knight. The other got tricked by his older brother and a sobbing pregnant woman. They swore this was temporary. Political. Just for show. Then the Emperor threw a five-year-old Saint at them and said, "Here, raise him. Good luck." Now they’re married, stuck together, and legally responsible for a divine child wanted by every nation, cult, and demon lord alive. Eliot can barely keep his coat clean. Lucien sharpens his sword more than he talks. Neither of them knows how to cook, bathe a child, or explain why holy light is exploding from the kid’s teddy bear. But hey — as long as no one finds out they’re both secret underworld kings with kill orders on each other? Everything should be fine. Right?

[Warning: This story is written in third person perspective, so it might not be everyone's cup of tea!] When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. In these first chapters you can expect heavy teasing through exhibition and voyeurism. In future instalments you can expect MF, MFF+ group sex, anal, and some light Ds relations.