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SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

[80,000+ Words Before Premium] [Intense Taboo Elements Ahead, Be Warned] — Milfs Or Yanderes...Out of these two, which one would you pick? The adoring, nurturing Milfs who'd spoil you rotten with soft caresses and gentle scoldings, and would happily let you rest your head on their pillowy chest after a hard day. Or the dangerously devoted Yanderes, eyes gleaming with obsession, hearts beating only for you, girls who were willing to stain their hands red and erase the world for your sake—and also erase any other girl that gets too close to you. Most would ask this as a playful debate with friends, a harmless fantasy, a question thrown into the air on a lazy afternoon. But for Mika, this wasn’t a joke. This was his everyday reality. Born an orphan, but immediately embraced as family by the five most powerful women in the world, the legendary SSS-tier Battle Angels who once saved humanity from the apocalypse, he could be said to be one lucky guy. Especially since from the moment they took him in, he was cherished, protected, and endlessly pampered, growing up surrounded by unmatched strength and unwavering love. But it wasn’t just the angels who adored him. Their daughters, raised beside him, didn’t see him as just family. Their affection ran deeper, darker, a devotion so intense, so obsessive, it danced dangerously close to madness to the extent that they wouldn't mind hunting one another down to with their own SSS-tier blessings that could level a city with a thought to make him notice them. ...And the mothers knew. They saw the way their daughters clung to him, eyes filled with love and obsession. But they didn’t mind, if anything, they welcomed it. To them, he was the perfect son-in-law, and they silently hoped their own daughter would be the one to claim his heart. Even the daughters knew, or rather, believed, with unwavering certainty that he would fall for one of them. Each one convinced it was fate, that they were destined to be the one by his side. Everyone thought so. The girls, the mothers, even the world around them. Well...Everyone except Mika. Because while they dreamed of his love, Mika’s eyes weren’t on the daughters at all. No, his heart stirred for someone else entirely. ...Their mothers. ...The very Battle Angels who raised him. Shockingly…Irresistibly…They were the ones he desired. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, not for them. Not for the very women who raised him, protected him, loved him like their own. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the way his heart raced in their presence, the way his thoughts lingered on them late into the night. It tore at him, the guilt, the desire, the confusion. He couldn’t choose between the mothers or the daughters. He didn’t want to hurt any of them. Didn’t want to be insincere. But everything changed the day he stopped trying to choose. Because he realized…he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to settle for one. He could be greedy. He could have all of them. And the moment that wicked thought settled in his mind, a slow, brilliant smile spread across Mika’s face. He no longer saw it as a dilemma, but a dream. A future where all ten of them, the fierce, stunning mothers and their dangerously devoted daughters, were his. Together...In his arms...On his bed...A tangled mess of love, obsession, and indulgence. And for the first time, he truly looked forward to the chaos that future would bring... — [No NTR - No Sharing - No System That Assists The Protagonist - No Mind Control - No Drugs Or Potions That Influence The - No Unnecessary Drama - Incest - Harem - MILFs - Yanderes - Slice of Life - Romance - Demigirls - Portals - Academy - Finally A Very Competent And Overpowered Protagonist]
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Breeding Bull: When Husbands Beg Me to Carry On Their Bloodline

“You have to do it, brother.” Tim’s voice was low—almost pleading. Kell froze, both hands still gripping the wooden handle of the scythe. At his feet, freshly cut barley lay scattered, releasing the thick, earthy scent of torn stalks into the warm air. Just moments ago, they had worked in silence—nothing but the steady rhythm of labor, the soft scrape of metal through grain, the distant lowing of cattle. Now this. Kell slowly turned his head. Tim was staring at him with an expression Kell had never seen before. Not anger. Not shame. Something heavier. Like a man asking another to shoulder a burden that would crush him if he carried it alone. “Brother,” Tim said again, firmer this time. “You have to.” Kell’s mind stalled. 'Do what?' His mouth moved before his thoughts could catch up. “Bro… what the fu—” Tim cut him off, words spilling out in a rush, as if once spoken they could never be taken back. “Tonight. You need to be with her. Your sister-in-law.” The world tilted. Kell felt it—a sharp lurch in his stomach, as though the ground itself had shifted beneath his feet. “…What?” Tim didn’t look away. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t hesitate. “I need you to spend the night with her, little brother.” The scythe slipped from Kell’s fingers and struck the soil with a dull thud. ----- Kell wakes up in another body—one that shares his name, but nothing else. Now Kell Feldren, he finds himself reborn as a young man of marriageable age in a nameless village near the Red Serpent Barony. While adjusting to peasant life and helping the man who is now his elder brother, Kell is suddenly asked a question he never expected—and has absolutely no idea how to answer. In his past life, he was a lifelong virgin armed only with a master’s degree from Corn University, not experience in love, marriage, or rural customs. Things only get stranger from there. Through a twist of fate, misunderstanding, and village logic that makes no sense to him, Kell ends up associated with a breeding bull—not metaphorically, but literally. Wherever he goes, people look at him with the same calculating eyes they reserve for prized livestock, as if he himself were part of the breeding stock. Caught between modern sensibilities and a world with very different values, Kell must survive embarrassment, expectation, and absurdity in a life that refuses to treat him like a normal human being. ---- @Discord: https://discord.gg/QfqcWySR
Vex_Rowan · 39.1k Views

Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

"Ah, Young Master, Cassius?...I'm afraid you'll be dissapointed to hear that he's not available at the moment as he's 'attending' to his adopted mother in her room." Cassius's lovely maid, Isabelle said in a fluster while she heard lewd sounds escape from her Mistress's room. "No, I'm sorry to say that you can't meet Young Master today, since he's 'helping out' his sister-in-law with some 'favours' in her garden." The innocent Isabelle excused herself as she witnessed her lady's flower being picked, instead of the rest of the flowers in the garden. "I hate to say this sir but Young Master, Cassius is currently guiding Miss Knight in the 'ways of the sword', so you can probably only meet him tomorrow." Isabelle once again blocked the guests from entering, knowing that the sword her Young Master was handling could penetrate a body, but could never wound one. "I apologise once again as Young Master is at the Capital right now teaching a class to the female students in the Academy." Isabelle said with her cheeks flushed, already knowing that her master was taking a very 'practical' lesson about human reproduction with the girls in his class. "Oh my! The King wants to meet the Young Master?...Well I guess he'll have to wait since Young Master, Cassius has gone clothes shopping with the Queen." Isabelle lied to the King himself, knowing that her Young Master wasn't shopping for clothes and was actually removing the royal clothes off the Mother of the Country. Excuses...Excuses...The loyal maid, Isabelle had no choice but to make excuses for her Young Master, who was the most talked about and hated noble on the Continent because of his depraved escapades with all sorts of woman ranging from his own Family to Royalty itself and his Tyranical rule over his estate. And to think that not too long ago he was considered a wastrel noble, who was going to drink himself to death one day. ...When did it all begin she wondered as she excitedly walked into his room to get the reward she deserved for being such a loyal made, while someone else made excuses for her this time. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• [No NTR - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - No unnecessary Drama - Incest - Harem - Hardcore Netori - Slice of Life Romance - Demigirls - Elves - Vampires - Beast Girls - Slaves - Royalty - Finally a very competent protagonist] discord.gg/ujeKWchgeb
AGodAmongMen · 1.5m Views