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U Are My Special Jjk

all my wife's are futas

on his 18th birthday, Max—a seemingly ordinary teen from a wealthy family—wakes up to silence. His mother has vanished, and in her place is a mysterious letter that flips his world upside down: Max isn’t from Earth at all. Born from an ancient bloodline in a higher realm, Max was transmigrated into this world as a baby, his memories sealed to protect him. But now the seal is broken, and with it comes a mission. His mother has returned to the higher world—and Max can’t follow her unless he grows powerful enough to survive there. And power, it turns out, doesn’t come from training alone. His mother has chosen eight women—each born with rare bloodlines meant to awaken and amplify his potential. His task? Bond with them, grow stronger, and unlock the path to ascension. Max had it all planned: seduce them, build a legendary harem of three thousand beauties, become a god among men. But destiny has a twisted sense of humor. Because every one of these chosen women... turns out to be not quite what he expected. Max had read about futanari in fantasy novels. He never imagined he’d be living with them—let alone being overpowered, flustered, and utterly dominated by them. One by one, they flip the script. Instead of him conquering them, they start conquering him—physically, emotionally, and magically. Now trapped between strength and submission, pride and pleasure, Max faces the ultimate dilemma: To reach the higher world, must he sacrifice his manhood… or embrace the fate that fate clearly enjoys throwing at him?
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Where Are My Emotions!

Fatima finally looked up, her expression hardened. "I do not condole failure. A Child of Mine must be the first, or nothing else." How is it a failure, Fatima? Bernard voice was incredulous. A child coming out third in a competition that more than twenty students participated in, and you call it a failure?! He looked at his wife with a mix of frustration and disbelief, then gaze drift to the wall, as if he could see Maisie through the plaster and paint. How can she be so slow? Fatima hissed, her words laced with venom that made Bernard flinched. Incompetent, dull and ulterly useless! Her hands clenched in a tight fist. That is how she got her son killed, Bernard. The accusation hung in the air, thick and pressing, the use of his name a chilling indication of her volatile state. "No Fatima". "Don't you dare". Bernard raised his voice shouting at Fatima. His face drained of colour. The initial disbelief in his eyes morphed into a stark horror. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell slightly open, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. His usual passive demeanor vanished replaced by a stark pained rigidity. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Fatima, a desperate plea forming in his eyes. She didn't kill him, Fatima. It was a mistake, a terrible accident. She was just a child. You can't keep blaming her for that. His voice was low strained, each word a careful step on fragile ground. Fatima's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragging gasp. If she hadn't gone to carry him that day... Her voice broke, sobs escaping her lips... my child will still be alive. Fatima, No....
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