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MY NETORI SYSTEM

David, 25, is drowning in the American dream turned nightmare: crushing debt, dead-end gig jobs, a roach-infested apartment in suburban Atlanta, and nights spent scrolling cuckold porn while fantasizing about what he'll never have. Rejected by girls his age, humiliated by life, he's one eviction notice away from breaking. Then everything changes. A mysterious system awakens inside him—no fanfare, no explanation, just cold blue text only he can see: Netori System. Steal wives. Humiliate husbands. Ascend from broke loser to untouchable bull. Rewards pour in with every conquest: cash drops, charm boosts, dominance spikes, and skills that make bored, curvy MILFs crave him like oxygen. It starts with Elena Harper—38, thick Latina goddess next door, DD curves poured into yoga pants, married to a beta insurance salesman who can't satisfy her. One bold hallway compliment, one risky car fuck, one creampie later, and she's hooked—sneaking away for marathon sessions, whispering how her husband's "tiny prick" could never compare while she begs to be bred. With every stolen moan, every humiliated husband left clueless (or worse—forced to listen), David's empire grows. Luxury condos replace roach motels. Beat-up Civics become sleek BMWs. One MILF becomes two, then more—landladies, bosses' wives, suburban soccer moms—all falling to the same ruthless playbook. No one knows about the system. No one can trace the sudden wealth. But every creampie, every whispered confession, every time a wife screams his name in her marital bed, David climbs higher. From rock bottom to ruling the suburbs, one cucked husband at a time. Warning: Extreme netori (MC steals wives), heavy cuckold humiliation, explicit long & playful sex scenes, breeding talk, no NTR on MC, 18+ only
Sky_writer13 · 26.6k Views

I'm an extra, but I'm actually OP?!

I thought my story had already ended... but maybe this is where a new one truly begins. [Your soul has been transmigrated into the body of a side character: Reiji Kanzaki.] When I opened my eyes, I was no longer myself. I had once stood at the top of the world—a mafia boss with wealth, power, and more women than most men could dream of. Life had already lost its flavor. And then I woke up inside a novel... as a nobody. Reiji Kanzaki, a side character with no talent, no future, and no importance. Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be. [Character Power Level: 999999999+] [Mana: Lilitless.] [Potential: Unmeasurable.] Somehow, the system glitched and turned me into the most powerful sorcerer alive. So powerful, in fact, that it immediately sealed my strength behind twelve seals to stop me from destroying the world. There’s just one problem. The only way to unlock those seals... is to steal the protagonist’s destined women by raising my Bond Resonance with each of them to its limit. My old life had become numb, stale, and empty. But this? This is interesting. So if this world wants to throw me in as an extra... then I’ll become the strongest extra it has ever seen. And while I’m at it, I might as well have some fun. This world is not ready for me. Chapters every day at 6 PM UTC+8 Vote with Power Stones for mass release rewards: 300 by the end of the week: 1 chapter 400 by the end of the week: 2 chapters 600 by the end of the week: 3 chapters Vote with Golden Tickets for mass release rewards: 200 by the end of the month: 1 chapter 300 by the end of the month: 3 chapters 400 by the end of the month: 6 chapters 600+ by the end of the month: 10 chapters
Mr_evilDao · 3.2k Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 137.9k Views