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My Hidden Heresy Skill Forged an SSS-Ranked Harem for Infinite Points

Bonus tags: No NTR, No Yuri, Large Harem, Kingdom Building, Comedy, Progression, No Polyamory. Ryan, a programmer who had always been a failure with women and, because of his job, never had time for dating due to constant workplace exploitation. One month before the release of his company’s most ambitious RPG, he decided to take revenge by adding a secret “bug” to the game. A hidden skill called Debt. Every time the support character healed or buffed a heroine, a mandatory debt was generated. An order that had to be fulfilled. And if it wasn’t claimed, the skill would execute it automatically. The company discovered the code and punished him by forcing him to work without pay to fix it. Exhausted and on the verge of collapse, Ryan dies of a heart attack before he can remove the bug. But he awakens inside the game. Now he inhabits the body of the Rank B support in a party of Rank S heroines… and the Debt skill is still active. Ryan will have a significant advantage, because not only will he gain the normal experience and rewards from leveling up, but he will also receive the additional rewards granted by the Debt skill. With an advantage no one else possesses, Ryan must decide: Will he become a tyrant who manipulates his companions? Or will he use that power to survive, protect them, and become the only support capable of reaching S-Class hero rank? Because this time, he won’t let anyone exploit him again.
Rudriel · 1.2m Views

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

« MATURE CONTENT » “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 · 743.4k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 355.2k Views

The Red Shark

A young man in his early twenties, a former soldier and an otaku since his teenage years, believed he knew the world of Naruto well. Tactics, characters, historical events — everything seemed clear in his memory. Until he died. When he wakes up again, he is not on a modern battlefield, nor trapped in a strange dream. He is born — literally — in Kirigakure, the Village of the Mist, in an era far older than it should be. A world that does not follow the timeline he remembers. A world where Konoha already carries decades of history… and where war never truly ended. Reincarnated as the illegitimate son of an elite jonin from the Hoshigaki Clan, a clan known for its physical brutality and martial role within the Mist, he grows up in a gilded cradle forged in blood. His father is a feared warrior, a bastard who never had access to his clan’s secrets, yet survived through extreme violence. His mother, a woman “claimed” as a military reward, silently carries the blood of the Uzumaki Clan — a legacy that should never have existed within the Mist. Trapped in a monstrously strong body from early childhood, but without immediate access to chakra, secret techniques, or any spiritual advantage, the protagonist soon realizes that his greatest mistake was trusting too much in his memories of the original story. The world is not where it should be. Characters are born in the wrong eras. Villages are older. Wars bear different names — or were never officially declared at all. Here, prior knowledge does not guarantee survival. In Kirigakure, children are not protected — they are evaluated. Clans do not embrace — they select. And strength is not a virtue; it is an obligation. To survive, the protagonist must relearn everything: his own body, violence as a language, and the weight of carrying two bloodlines that should never coexist. The Red Shark is a story about brutality, adaptation, and identity. Not about becoming a hero. But about not drowning in a world that turns people into weapons. Inspired by Naruto: The Outsider’s Resolve (FictionOnlyReader) and Red Riot (Viva01), this fanfic reimagines the Naruto universe with an expanded chronology, darker tones, and a protagonist who discovers — the hard way — that knowing the story does not mean understanding the world. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio.
Pararaio · 176.6k Views

Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio. Want to read the next chapters before everyone else? Now you can follow advanced chapters for free on my official website! In addition to accessing new content first-hand, you'll also find my other stories and future projects. Access here: [https://parallelworldverse.com/]
Pararaio · 2.5m Views

FREE USE in Primitive World

[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] *** This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.
Moanarch · 4m Views

Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

OP - Yes! | Kingdom building - Yes! | Harem - Yes! | 16+ Wives - Yes! | Deres - Every variety! | World building - Yes! | Fan service - Yes!! | Lemons - Top Tier! | Milfs - Yes, Yes of course | Handholding - Y-yes! B-Baka... | Degeneracy - OF COURSE! "Ever wondered how a bastard child lives a normal life while married to a goddess? No. Neither have I, because he's an overpowered bastard child of the king married to a goddess that looks like a demon." Once upon a time, there was a guy named Lumiere. Being a bastard child of the King with an unknown mother, Lumiere didn't think his life would amount to much. When he unlocked the Unique Skill - [Beginner's Luck] things took a drastic turn. He summoned and got engaged to a goddess, Serena, just under a minute. Talk about a shotgun wedding! To make matters even more complicated, All-Father, Serena's father, decided to bless Lumiere with overpowered abilities, turning him into a magical powerhouse. Suddenly, Lumiere, the fifteenth child and eleventh son of his family was the chosen one to change the world. Lumiere was an Integrator, which was a fancy way of saying he had super-crazy, intense memory that could make elephants jealous. He also had a past life regression syndrome which was just a fancy way of saying he could remember vivid visions of his past lives. In this world of magic, demons, gods, and dragons, Lumiere had a big job on his hands. But with Serena by his side, and All-Father watching his every move, Lumiere was ready to bring peace to the realm. Will Lumiere and Serena's shotgun wedding work out? Can Lumiere change the world for the better? Can he find his mother? Can he put all his past life memories to good use? Find out in this adventure overflowing with magical hijinks!
Pendulum_ · 2m Views

The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

[WARNING: MATURE EXPLICIT CONTENT R18] Rex Rexilion was a scumbag piece of shit—and he knew it. He was a bully. A serial heartbreaker. A man who laughed at consequences and crushed others for fun. When death finally claimed him, Rex expected hell. Instead, he woke up in another world. A cruel, lawless fantasy realm where heroes are hypocrites, gods are bored, and morality is just another currency. Before Rex could even process his reincarnation, a system appeared before his eyes to help him get stronger through his desire. [Desire Authority System Activated.] [Objective: Harvest desire from all womens you can get.] The rules were simple and ridiculous: the deeper the desire of MILFs, GILFs, and, VIRGINS, the stronger Rex would become. All of his strength, skills, titles, even fate itself would bend to him as long as he continued indulging in temptation. To Rex, it sounded less like a curse and more like a joke. A joke he was very willing to play along with. Armed with shameless charm, villainous intelligence, and a system that grew stronger the more morally questionable his actions became, Rex carved a path of chaos through kingdoms and noble houses alike. Seduction replaced swords. Manipulation replaced honor. And laughter followed wherever disasters unfolded. Heroes hunted him. Churches condemned him. Empires whispered his name with fear and fascination. Yet Rex never pretended to be a savior. “Villain?” he would scoff. “No. I’m just honest about my desires.” As wars ignited over affection and alliances collapsed over whispered promises, Rex Rexilion rose, not as a hero, but as something far more dangerous: A villain who understands desire better than gods. In this world, righteousness will fall. And Rex will laugh as it burns. ---------------------------- [LOTS OF IMMERSIVE SMUTS SCENES WITHOUT REPETITIVE!] [NO NETORARE! NO YURI! ] [STRONG NETORI AND SMART MC] What to expect: No NTR, No Yuri, No Yandere/Tsundere, A lot of Netori where MC steals someone's girl, pure villain MC, and LARGE harem MC is not a simp as well Tags: R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Large | Impregnation | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob |Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Moresome | Hardcore | Feet | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Virgin | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph| Bdsm | Fetish | Every Fantasy Creature | Action | Handsome MC | Overpowered and Smart MC | Pure Villain | Comedy | Dark | and many more... Discord: https://discord.gg/fD38nPykq7
TheOneAuthor · 1.6m Views