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Hermione Granger Thong Bondage

The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Draven is a magic professor in a fantasy world. He is also an earl, notorious for his evil deeds and mistakes since youth. His downfall is due to a curse that hinders his intellectual potential and his talents. Eventually, he becomes a villain, losing everything he holds dear: his siblings, fiancée, house, domain, and more. After a miserable death, he reincarnates in the modern world as Dravis Granger. In his new life, he grows up to be a highly intellectual individual oblivious towards his previous life, becoming a young professor in mechanical engineering and a researcher. However, he harbors a strange obsession with creating a game, fueled by vivid imaginings of another world. This obsession leads him to develop a game that mirrors his previous life. Upon completing his virtual reality world, he regains his past memories. Overwhelmed by intense emotions—rage, sadness, and the realization of his past ugliness—he suffers a fatal heart attack. In his final moments, he hears a voice, seemingly from the world itself, offering him a chance to return to his original fantasy world. However, he would only retain the memories of his modern life, not those of his first life’s mistakes. He agrees and is reincarnated once more, this time with the knowledge of a modern mechanical engineering professor. But one thing about the Dravis Granger, he's not just a mechanical engineer professor. Not just a straight, killer genius professor. He has his ideals, and the world is too full of villains for his great idealism. So he strived, with his great mind, he became a mastermind. But not as a villain, but as a person who has lost hope in police and justice, and decided to help the people by his own hand. Collecting victims and invited those handpicked talents to his side, making several insane stunts, assassinating, trapping, and eradicating the scums from the world. But now in this fantasy world, he has to survive from multiple factions trying to kill him, protect his domain, protect his siblings, protect his fiance, and the most important thing. Protect the world. But he hadn't lost the Dravis from the modern world. As a professor at the morning, an earl at the afternoon, and a dark knight at the night. _____________________________ "You've hurt my student." Draven stands still, no mana seems to emit from him, but just a single frown. A frown that is enough to make the room's heavy. "As a teacher, you think I would leave you unpunished?" "You seem to think that I care about your position, Prince Hermit. But believe me," Draven took a slow step. "Not even your father could protect you from me," _____________________________ Daily Update 2 Chapters = 14 chapters/week Some Friendly Rewards 100 Powerstones = +2 chapters in that day 200 Powerstones = +4 chapters in that day 50 Golden Tickets = +4 chapters in that day 1 Gift = +4 chapters in that day _____________________________ One of the King of Kings Series
Arkalphaze · 1.1M Views

MY PERVERT BOSS

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"
only_yours121 · 7K Views

Rosabelle Dumbledore and the Magic of Second Chances

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece
cawo21 · 437 Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 35.6K Views

Beyond the Gilded Cage

In the city of Lippershey, where shadows danced like specters and darkness reigned supreme, a fragile soul was about to be consumed by the very evil that lurked within its walls. Madeline, a beautiful and compassionate young girl, was sold into bondage to Lord Damien, a man whose wealth and influence were matched only by his ruthless ambition. As she left behind the only life she had ever known, Madeline's heart was shattered into a million pieces, like delicate glass dropped onto unforgiving stone. The memories of her family, her friends, and her freedom were all that remained, echoes of a life that was slowly fading into oblivion. Lord Damien's estate loomed before her, a monolith of opulence and excess, its grandeur a cruel mockery of the despair that lurked within its walls. As Madeline stepped across its threshold, she felt the weight of her chains settle heavy upon her shoulders, the cold metal a bitter reminder of her newfound status as a slave. But Madeline was not one to be broken easily. A spark of defiance still flickered within her, a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. She vowed to survive, to endure the unimaginable horrors that lay ahead, and to one day escape the clutches of the monster who now held her captive. Yet, as she gazed into the dark, unfathomable eyes of Lord Damien, Madeline felt an icy dread creep over her. For in those eyes, she saw a glimmer of something far more sinister, something that threatened to consume her very soul. And then, there was Evan Wilhelm, the mafia prince's ruthless rival, who watched from the shadows, his eyes fixed upon Madeline with an unnerving intensity. His presence seemed to whisper a haunting promise: her fate was already sealed, and her future was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. As the doors to her prison closed behind her, Madeline realized that she was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the horrors that awaited her. And in that moment, she knew that she was doomed to become a pawn in a deadly game of power and deception, where the stakes were her very life.
Paris_Wynter · 815 Views

Immortal Pervert's Return

Warning: This novel is for mature audiences only. Harem ✓ Lemons ✓ NTR × Netori ✓ MILFs ✓ In an abundant world of qi teeming with beasts, cultivators, and spirits, Fang Chen was a well-known medical practitioner who cultivated the ancient undying arts. However, he was also extremely charming-looking and well-known for his pervertedness all across the Featherstone continent. He bedded the wives and daughters of countless powerful cultivators and impregnated a bunch of them under the guise of imparting medical knowledge lost to time. It was rumored that even the gods would have to hide their partners in the wake of Fang Chen's ascension. If he was invited to a household, all the females would be left pregnant, beasts included. "Wherever there is a maiden, my c*ck shall harden!" Fang Chen earned the wrath of hundreds of thousands of men all across the world who wished for nothing more than to have his head on a pike. Unfortunately for them, Fang Chen had cultivated the undying dao to the peak. His immortality made him unkillable. Fang Chen met his Waterloo after impregnating the daughter of the Jade Continent Emperor, who was rumored to be the most powerful cultivator in existence. The Jade Continent Emperor sealed him away since he was unable to kill him. After twenty thousand years of bondage, Fang Chen was suddenly freed. "Now that I am free, I should try being righteous for a change... after I impregnate the entire female generational line of the emperor."
Decrepit_bastard · 32.8K Views

I Am Who Will Transcends Everything Even the Heaven can't stop me

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.
The_Ancestor_ · 9.1K Views

Subtle Seductress

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.
edwin_blessing · 4K Views

Extra of Anarchy

In today's dystopian world, regret is the number one leading factor behind the creation of fantasy. For a bundle of regrets such as Mark, fantasy was a place where he could choose. And choice was a liberty he never seemed to have. Abused and controlled. Just a sacrificial pawn in another man's game. He absolutely loathed it. But in the very bitter end of his drone-like life, he was given a choice. "Remember that novel you read a few years back, all while cursing it in every chapter's comments?" "...Yeah?" "Well, that was my world..." "Oh..." Mark was given the choice to transmigrate. To right his wrongs; a second chance to live a fulfilling life. But there was always a catch. Mark would never truly be free of bondage. It was up to him to snap the chains of Authority. And in his wake, there would be Anarchy. ────── If you love extra stories, I think you'll really like this. Because I love extra stories! But with all their issues and faults, I felt I could do much better. Updates will be daily, 1-2 chapters a day. English is in fact my first language! Therefore, grammatical errors are unacceptable! Don't settle for less. I frequently go back to re-edit my chapters to ensure that my story is quality. Unfortunately, that wipes out the paragraph comments and may cause a disconnect if you’re caught up as I end up retconning stuff you’ve already read :P This is just my somewhat meta (and mostly subversive) take on the 'Extra' genre of transmigration stories. I'm having a blast writing it so far, and I hope that leaks into the writing and overall plot decisions for you all to eat up. No Harem. Single FL. The Anarchy part of the title will take a bit to get to since I want progression and development to feel natural and earned. Or it may end up being irrelevant to the story, I’ll have to see when I get deeper in, just keeping it real Despite the loose tone of the story, I'm really picky about what I write, and I really try to ensure that what I'm putting out is quality. If you think I'm being a lazy bastard or if there are any glaring issues with my story, please please please leave a comment.
markoos · 157.7K Views
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