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Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 10 - 20 chapters] "What, I have received two SSS-Ranked skills? Tower, show me." [Skill Name: Divine Pervert Touch] [Skill Name: 10,000 Ways of Pleasure Manual] --- Kent was a handsome human male who, for some reason, couldn't get his d*ck to stand up, nor was he able to feel pleasure. He lived his entire life full of regret and hatred. Knowing his days wouldn't get any better as time passed by. He chose to become an adult movie director, where he got to see things up close and earn handsomely for his professionalism. (He couldn't get his dick up, so no weirdness on set...Lol) Then he was killed, and his soul was sucked into the realm of Hatred and Resentment. However, everything changed for him from there on. He received a Celestial Grade Inheritance Tower, which granted him access to an Overpower Harem System. He also received a godly body with a full 9-inch divine rod. But that wasn't for free... He was assigned a mission to kill the god of alchemy by the goddess of hatred and resentment. Of course, he must first make the goddess his first harem member as the requirement for his inheritance. After a whole year of sex and pleasure, he got his wish. Then, he was sent to start his journey as a cultivator with a haram system and two SSS-Ranked skills. With Women waiting for his rescue and a goddess who grants his every wish, Kent began his journey filled with love, lust, and bloodshed. A journey full of blood, pain, and Pleasure... ============ No NTR No Yuri ============ Join The Discord Server: https://discord.gg/wFptfB9Sgv
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Our Journey's End

“I want to live too...” Those were the last words he uttered before being left behind, torn apart by the fallen. Yet betrayal, anger, and frustration were not the deepest emotions he felt. Not even the pain of being ripped apart, flesh by flesh. It was clarity, much like his name. Lucid understood then that maybe, just maybe, he had spent his life the wrong way. Perhaps, in his next life, he would have better luck. However, Lucid awakens in a strange purple forest that feels both foreign and strangely familiar, against all odds he had survived. Yet his face is hidden behind a peculiar fog that seems mysterious. Suddenly a voice chimes inside his head, a beautiful, elegant voice. A voice that seems to belong to a long-fallen deity named Alice. But upon realization, she is just as lost as he is. She cannot remember her own past, and yet, she carries a hope he himself lacks. Alice guides him forward through the scattered realms, and as they journey together, Lucid may be the only thing capable of restoring this fallen deity to her former divinity. And in return, she may be the only one capable of leading him home. Or perhaps fueling the twisted desire buried deep within him. Revenge... After all, he has not forgotten... *** What to Expect Slow-burn Transmigration, Isekai and fantasy An overpowered protagonist forced through brutal struggle and grit Heavy moral conflicts, difficult choices, and the weight of duty A consistent main cast that grows and supports one another Mystery-driven worldbuilding Character-focused progression Subtle romance *** Schedule: 2 to 4 chapters a week *** Patreon Daily release schedule *** General Author Linktree https://linktr.ee/Cr1msonLight
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The Dark Prince's Lover

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”
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