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Man Cums In Ass Of Sleeping Female Cousin

Female Consort (GL)

In Qiu Che’s previous life, she disguised herself as a man to take the imperial examination for her brother. For the so-called great plan of her father and brother, she married the most favored princess of the dynasty, Li Qingwu, at all costs. But after ten years of marriage, she never touched her finger. On the day she became the powerful prime minister, she died at the hands of her biological father. Her brother stepped on her corpse and became famous. And she died quietly in the prime minister’s mansion in the cold spring night. It was her wife who she had never seen once, who collected her corpse for her, set fire to the prime minister’s mansion, and finally committed suicide with a sword in front of her grave. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the eighteenth year of Zhenfeng. It was the year when she had just passed the imperial examination and was in high spirits. She rode a horse through the streets, and suddenly raised her eyes and saw a man standing by the pavilion with a crowd on his left and right, looking at her quietly from top to bottom. Vermilion mole, red lips, beautiful beyond compare. In her eyes are endless sparks. It was not until this life that Qiu Che finally knew that the bad fate in her previous life, which she thought was obtained by despicable calculation, was actually the fate that Li Qingwu had sought after three bows and nine kowtows in the Golden Palace. She is Li Qingwu, a model of a lady from a noble family, and she is a rebellious person only once in her life. It is also the one that the other party has been seeking for countless days and nights. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon
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Alpha Onset: Echoes of Men in a Female World Book

In a world pulsing with magic, monsters, and the unknown, Evander awakens to an unfamiliar reality. The fierce spirit of a battle-hardened warrior from another realm now inhabits the body of a young, handsome-looking man with luminous blue eyes and a head of light-colored hair. Despite his formidable past, it's Evander's soothing voice that people find entrancing. The surprises, however, are only beginning. Here, men are a rare find, treated as invaluable treasures in a realm dominated by powerful women. While women command the magic, influence, and governance, men, for all their rarity, face a life of adulation and constraint. Haunted by memories of sprawling battlefields and relentless combat, Evander's merciful heart seems ill-suited for this new world. Lying in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by remnants of a meal and the hallmarks of an advanced society, he begins to grasp the complexities of this matriarchal domain. But as days blur into nights, he's not alone in this bewildering environment. A group of stunning and formidable women rally around him, aiding him as he navigates this world where he is both venerated and restrained. Together, they embark on a journey of discovery, danger, and romance. Evander must reconcile his warrior instincts with his newfound reality. Along the way, he learns that even in a world turned upside-down, strength and love can emerge from the most unexpected corners. Delve into a tale where power dynamics shift, identities evolve, and Evander must grapple with a world where he's both an anomaly and a prize. Readers are thrust into a brilliantly woven tapestry of adventure and allure, offering a rich blend of magical escapades and complex interpersonal dynamics. The narrative masterfully crafts an action-packed harem fantasy tailored for those who relish tales where one man finds himself at the center of attention, intrigue, and desire. Within its pages, magic is not just an elemental force but a pulsating, living entity, serving as both boon and bane for the characters. The storyline deftly navigates the treacherous waters of power dynamics, male fantasies, and the eternal dance of seduction and strategy. It's an exhilarating read, providing both the thrill of battle and the intoxication romances, ensuring that readers remain captivated from the first page to the last.
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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 712.4K Views
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