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The Heavenly Desire System: Building My perfect Harem

[ WARNING: R18 MATURE CONTENT] I was a fool Forty-five years old. Senior accountant. Seventeen years of marriage. Two children I thought were mine. Then, in one night, everything broke. I was fired by my greedy boss. I returned home early… and found my wife in bed with my childhood best friend, Zack. The truth followed like knives. The children weren’t mine. She had been cheating for fifteen years. Every asset — every savings, every property — had already been transferred into her name. When I fought back, they killed me. I thought it was the end. Instead, I woke up twenty-four years in the past. A screen appeared before my eyes. [SYSTEM INITIALIZING] [WELCOME, HOST, TO THE HEAVENLY DESIRE SYSTEM] To grow stronger, I must charm, seduce, and conquer desire itself. Fine. This time, I won’t be the fool. This time I will play the game — and I will not lose. My ex-boss’s innocent-looking daughter… who's sweetness will be mine alone to taste Zack’s mature, lonely mother… with a body made for sin. The cold beauties who once looked down on me… The seductive teachers… The hidden heiresses… The married women with frustrated nights… They will blush. They will tremble. They will want me. And the ones who betrayed me? They will kneel. They will beg. I won’t forgive them. . . . "...hey system are you sure that this is going to work?" [Not too sure, but hey… let’s find out.] "shit! Please whoever gave me this system, I want a refund" Don't forget to Add to Library and follow the story — daily updates and lots of temptation ahead. # [STRONG OVERPOWERED MC],[ MILF], [SMUT], [BEAUTY] [NTR] Netori but no Netorare, [WEAK TO STRONG], [BETRAYAL], [REVENGE] [SLICE OF LIFE]
Clinton_Job35 · 42.1k Views

I Died 2,000 Years Ago: The Underworld Fears Me

Ren Wu died once. Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke. Then Heaven and Hell cooperated. He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation. Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld. His wealth is his health. His business is survival. His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell. While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets. He monopolizes supply chains. He weaponizes contracts. He turns gangs into employees. He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals. To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors. They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks. As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return… Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing? Why does the Administration desperately want him erased? Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell? To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best: Acquire political shields. Build unions. Exploit loopholes. Rewrite laws. Because in this world… You don’t punch judges. You don’t sue gangsters. And you never fight the system. You become the system.
orionbeast · 25.3k Views

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Ten Meters

This is a fan translation of 赛马娘:从被撞飞十米开始 The original author is 百升飞上天 Please support them! === Many years later, holding the Lifetime Achievement Award in his hands, Yasui Makoto would still vividly recall that afternoon—when he was knocked ten meters through the air by an Uma Musume. At the time, Makoto had only possessed his official trainer license from the Central Academy for a few months. Perhaps due to his obvious lack of experience, he was repeatedly turned down by prospective trainees. After yet another rejection from an Uma Musume, he was feeling somewhat dazed. As he stood at a crosswalk waiting for the traffic light, Makoto saw a small child about to be struck by a vehicle. Without hesitation, he dashed forward. He successfully saved the child— —but he himself was sent flying. Not by the car. But by an Uma Musume with short black hair, red eyes, and a dark tail. Thanks to rigorous self-training from a young age, drawing on experience from his previous life, Makoto instinctively corrected his posture mid-air, thus avoiding serious injury despite being caught completely off guard. The Uma Musume, however, was clearly terrified. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” “My-my name is Kitasan Black! I'm a freshman this year at Tracen Academy! Please take care of me!” “I-I… Anyway, I—I promise to take full responsibility!” That was what the flustered “culprit Uma Musume” named Kitasan Black said at the time. [Note: Certain occupations and roles of Uma Musume have been slightly adapted, and the world-building has been expanded. Apart from this, historical accuracy remains intact, ensuring no disruption to original fans' enjoyment.] [Readers unfamiliar with the original series can enjoy this simply as a sports-themed slice-of-life campus story.] [Kitasan Black features prominently in the early stages, with Haru Urara joining later. Other notable Uma Musume, such as Almond Eye and Daiwa Scarlet, will also be considered as the story progresses.]
OuroTL · 1m Views

The night she didn't come home

The Night She Didn’t Come Home by Yash Dwivedi Ethan Walker never believed in instincts — until the night Lena Hayes called him at 2:17 AM, her voice trembling, her words unfinished. By morning, she is gone. No signs of forced entry. No goodbye message. No evidence of a struggle. The police assume she left on her own. Her friends think she needed space. Ethan knows something is wrong. Lena wasn’t just the girl he loved in silence — she was the kind of person who photographed forgotten places, chased stories hidden in abandoned buildings, and believed walls could remember the past. And the last place her phone signal appeared was somewhere she should never have been: An abandoned psychiatric hospital outside the city. As Ethan begins retracing her steps, he discovers Lena had been keeping secrets — encrypted emails from someone known only as “M,” photos of strange symbols carved into decaying walls, and a memory card filled with images she never showed anyone. Then comes the most terrifying discovery of all: Some of Lena’s photos were taken from far away… And Ethan is in them. Someone was watching her. And now, someone is watching him. What begins as a desperate search for the girl he loves slowly turns into a psychological maze of lies, buried histories, and a past Lena tried to escape. The deeper Ethan goes, the more he realizes the truth may not bring her back — and may destroy everything he believed about her. Because sometimes the person you love most… has been running from something darker than you can imagine. A haunting blend of slow-burn romance and psychological suspense, The Night She Didn’t Come Home is a story about love, secrets, and the terrifying cost of uncovering the truth.
Yash_Dwivedi_2068 · 400 Views

Tokyo's Biggest Freeloader

This is a fan translation of 东京软饭王 The original author is 夜幕下的鬼 Please support them! === Reborn in Tokyo. No talent, no morals—he just wants to lie down and do nothing. But unfortunately… he’s broke. There’s no way he’s going to stomach a job. He has to find a way to start living off a woman—now. Since no elegant, wealthy sugar mama is willing to take him in… then the next best thing is to find a future rich woman with potential, raise her right, boost her affection, and then cash in when the time is right! This is Kuroba Akira’s original, time-tested strategy for living the lazy life: The Future Sugar Mama Investment Method. As long as he can carefully manage the rise and fall of affection levels, and maintain the delicate balance between all the “boats” he’s sailing... Then a lifetime of mooching off women is just around the corner! Our motto: “Lie down. Rot. Mooch forever!” ... Breaking news:Renowned entrepreneur and investor Kuroba Akira, who has been missing, has finally been rescued. Several of the main perpetrators turned out to be women with whom he shared… ambiguous relationships dating back to his student years. Now, let’s take a look at the moment Mr. Kuroba was rescued: “Why... I scammed so much money off you girls, how is your affection level not dropping, but actually going up?!” Thanks to Mr. Kuroba’s sacrifice, we’ve learned two important lessons: The affection market is fundamentally unpredictable. Living off women always comes with a price. Also… this is a harem story, but beware: the women are not right in the head.
OuroTL · 160.5k Views