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I TURNED GAY AFTER A DRUNKEN NIGHT

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou
Rosel.ly · 843.7K Views

Traps Ain't Gay, I Swear!

Are traps gay…? A question that has long been unanswered. Micah never thought about it. However, after getting isekai'd into Femtale, a debauched and kinky fantasy world full of femboys and futas, and with his body feminizing thanks to his system, he has to face the facts. It's ONLY 2.19% gay. Plus, it allows him to… fight for himself using fem-mancy! A magic to be reckoned with! But… Why is he here? Who isekai'd him? To find answers to these questions, Micah will do his best to uncover the hidden mysteries of this world. That said, how can one solve the overly declining birthrate in a world where there are no full-fledged women...? Follow him on his degenerate journey as he corrupts the officials of a prison, learns magic, fuck traps and gets fucked, opens his own sex shop, befriends important people, and climbs the ladder by manipulating futas and traps. And why not even more degeneracy? ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◉ No NTR ◈ No Yuri (obviously) ◉ ◉ Witty MC ◆ Cunning MC ◆ Hardworking MC ◆ Lusty MC ◆ Cute & Bodacious MC ◆ Fem-mancer ◆ Fem-mancy Genius ◆ Magic Proficiency ◆ Feminization ◆ Cross-Dressing ◆ Femboys ◆ Traps ◆ Futanari ◆ Top & Bottom ◆ Big Harem ◆ Seduction ◆ Corruption ◆ Manipulation ◆ Prison Management ◆ Brothel Management ◆ Sex Shop Management ◆ High Fantasy ◉ ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◈ MC is a femboy, even a trap for some, but he isn't beta. Meaning he won't just let everyone toy with him. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, so he knows what he has to do to get what he wants. ◈ Characters' pictures are in the related auxiliary chapters with their characters sheets. Not everything might be there, depending on when you check it. I'll keep it updated. ◈ Enough info for now. Wish you a good and fun read :)
Brainr0t · 276.4K Views

Ashes Of Time

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.
latermilk · 12.7K Views
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