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I Shall Cuck Everyone

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse? Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence! Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied. However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System. [Ding!] [You have acquired the Cuckold System] [The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination] [You have become a dedicated follower] [By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger] "I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!"  [Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?] Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare. ========================= Tags: Slice of life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, fellatio, cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood manipulation, Gore, Familiars, and Mutants. ------- Note: The MC didn't acquire the system in the early chapters. Mc is not getting ntr'd. MC is not getting cucked or getting stolen from. He'll be the one to steal from people. _________
Perverted_Fella · 3.4M Views

The beat of equity

Synopsis: The Beat of Equity In the city of Vellor, a stark divide separates the wealthy elite from the impoverished slums, where hope is scarce, and survival is a daily struggle. Amidst this inequality, a young woman named Rani hears two distinct rhythms: the luxurious beats of the rich and the faint, defiant thrum of the oppressed. Raised in the slums by her father, a former master drummer, Rani inherits his drumsticks with a message: “The beat of equity must be heard.” As Rani grows, her powerful rhythms resonate through the streets of Vellor, echoing a call for justice and equality. Despite performing at high society galas, the elite dismiss her music as mere entertainment, blind to the profound message within. But Rani’s drumming becomes a force of rebellion, uniting the poor in a movement for change. When the oppressed rise up, their drums growing louder and stronger, the wealthy are forced to confront the truth of their systemic inequality. As the protests intensify, the elite are shaken by the power of the drums, and a transformation begins in the city. Laws are enacted to redistribute wealth, improve healthcare, and provide education for the marginalized. The drums of equity become a symbol of unity, reminding everyone that equality is not just a distant dream but a rhythm that must be heard and embraced by all. Years later, the drums of equity continue to beat through Vellor, no longer a sound of rebellion but one of celebration and progress. The legacy of Rani and her father lives on, proving that when the rhythms of justice and equality are heard, change is inevitable.
Israel_Elemi · 1.1K Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views
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