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The Codemaster's Odyssey

Arjun had just graduated from high school and today was his first day at college. Despite his introverted nature, Arjun had always excelled at programming. It was a language he understood better than any spoken word, a world where he felt in control. "Arjun, breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the kitchen. He grabbed his backpack, double-checking his supplies, and headed downstairs. His parents had always been supportive, understanding his quiet nature and encouraging his passion for technology. As he sat down to eat, a wave of dizziness hit him. The room spun, and he clutched the edge of the table. His vision blurred, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very being was being pulled away from reality. The darkness engulfed him. The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked voice calling his name. When Arjun opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a grassy field under a strange sky. The colors were more vibrant, the air tinged with unfamiliar scents. He sat up slowly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. People were scattered around, some unconscious, others just waking up. Panic and confusion filled the air. As he looked closer, he noticed that these weren't just humans—there were beings of various races, some humanoid, others entirely alien. "What is this place?" he muttered to himself. A soft chime echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen appeared before him. It looked like a game interface, displaying his name and a brief description: Name: Arjun Sharma Class: Support Ability: Code Manipulation Arjun blinked in surprise. He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough games to recognize a system interface, but experiencing it in real life was surreal. As he explored further, he learned that everyone here had a similar interface, each with unique abilities. Some had combat skills, others had magical talents, and a few, like him, had support abilities. The world they had transmigrated to was teeming with dangerous beasts, some less threatening, others incredibly deadly. Despite the chaos, Arjun felt a strange sense of calm. His ability, though non-combatant, was still unique. He could manipulate codes within the system, potentially altering or enhancing abilities and objects. However, this also meant he was seen as less valuable in direct confrontations. Groups quickly formed among the survivors, prioritizing those with combat abilities. Arjun found himself alone, struggling to find anyone who would accept him. Determined to survive, he began to explore the surroundings, seeking resources and learning about this new world. His programming skills, though seemingly useless at first, began to find application in unexpected ways. He could tweak the system interface, optimize resource management, and even alter the properties of items he found. But survival was not easy. The world was fraught with peril, and Arjun soon realized he would have to rely on his wits and creativity to navigate this treacherous land.
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MILF GOD'S ODYSSEY

*WARNING!!!* EXTREME LEVELS OF CULTURE!! *Lemons? - In excess!!!* *V's? - Of course yes!!* *Plot? - Divine!! ******** According to Elven tradition, every firstborn prince, upon his 18th birthday, would become husband to seven elven goddesses in exchange for blessing the land of Sylvandar with abundance. And so the cycle continued, each generation bound by an ancient promise, a marriage of duty rather than desire. That is, until the sixteenth king of Sylvandar threatened to break the cycle. Refusing to wed his only son to 'some depraved goddesses of old,' he locked the prince away in a tower right from birth. It was gilded and golden and extravagant, but it was always a cage. ___ Locked away, Ashen's fantasies of a goddess started one night, and he had an instant obsession for the goddess in his dreams. She was built like a temptress would be. She was lithe, like a reed by a calm stream. He didn't know why, but he instantly trusted this goddess. As soon as he saw her, some magic took hold of him. "Are you here to claim me?" "Your father has given you to us." "How did he give me to you? What does that mean?" "You should not fear me," She said softly, instead of answering. She held up her hand when Ashen opened his mouth, shaking her head and cutting him off. "No harm will ever come to you." The king had arrived home that night, and he was yelling, screaming. "Where is he? Where is my son!" The doorknob rattled, and the goddess could smell his fear on the other side. It was something to make her grin with pleasure. She waited for the king to kick through the door and burst the lock free, let him see her holding Ashen, let him take in the view of his son lost to tradition. "The elven tradition has been fulfilled, King Galahad," she said lightly. The shout of horrified despair was music to her ears when she willed Ashen and herself home together. ___ But as it turned out, Ashen had spent all his life in a tower and lacked the makings of a husband. To be deserving of seven beautiful elven goddesses, he had to be stripped of all innocence. And so he was kicked down the infinite corridor of carnal delight. Within this corridor, every step is a leap across universes, every breath, a taste of air from a thousand different worlds. To those who dare to tread its paths, it offers glimpses of erotic lives unlived and kinky fates unwritten. But also, those already lived and fates set in stone. It is a tapestry of many existence that span the breadth of all the 'kink' that is, was, and will be. And so, Ashen journeys down the infinite corridor of carnal delight into the erotic lives of others in order to be stripped of his innocence and become a husband deserving of his beautiful wives-to-be. ******** #No NTR *WARNING!!!* *WRITTEN BY A DEGENERATE!!!* THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN R18 SCENES, VULGAR WORLDS, SOME INSTANCES OF ABUSE AND A WHOLE LOT. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU AVOID IT. OTHERWISE, ENJOY!!!... DISCLAIMER: COVER ISN'T MINE.
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