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Reborn Sovereign: The Perverted King's Harem Empire

In a single plane crash, cold-hearted billionaire Victor Kane dies—only to awaken in the body of an 18-year-old village boy named Damien, moments before his mother's desperate screams echo through a burning hamlet. With the ruthless intellect of a tycoon and the obsessive, yandere hunger of a man who owns everything he desires, Damien begins his second life by claiming what was always meant to be his: his voluptuous, obsessively devoted mother Rosalynn. From a ruined village rises an unstoppable empire. Damien's touch awakens forbidden powers—he grows stronger with every intimate union, absorbing the unique gifts of elves, humans, beasts, spirits, demons, and dragon-blooded queens. His mesmerism bends wills, his blade carves thrones, and his insatiable lust builds the largest, most depraved harem the world has ever known. Netori, large harem domination, yandere milfs and virgins, mother-son taboo, student-teacher corruption, master-servant slavery, queens and princesses kneeling, elven scouts surrendering, beast girls tamed, demoness contracts sealed in flesh—nothing is off-limits to the extremely perverted yet terrifyingly intelligent protagonist. Watch as Damien rebuilds a kingdom from ashes, seduces and conquers every beauty in his path, and turns maternal love into the most dangerous weapon of all. One mother’s obsessive devotion becomes the foundation of an eternal reign of pleasure and power. Stay Ahead with Patreon -> https://www.patreon.com/cw/Alaric_Lock Tags: Netori, Large Harem, Yandere, Milfs, Wincest, Virgins, Elves, Beasts, Spirits, Demons, Dragons, Queens, Princesses, Kinks, Master-Servant, Student-Teacher, Extremely Perverted Protagonist, Smart MC, Action, Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, R18, Harem Building, Power Fantasy, Overpowered MC Perfect for fans of ruthless isekai protagonists, taboo romance, massive harems, and unapologetic erotic conquest. Ready to kneel before the Sovereign? Dive in now. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+ only). It contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual descriptions, taboo themes (such as incest/wincest, netori, large harem dynamics, yandere obsession, non-consensual power elements, master-servant relations, and extreme kinks), violence, dark fantasy elements, and morally ambiguous/controversial protagonist behavior. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18 in the story context. The story explores extreme power fantasies, erotic conquest, and depraved relationships in a fictional fantasy world. It does not condone, endorse, or reflect real-world values, consent standards, or ethical behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are offended by any of the listed themes or are under 18, please do not read further. Stay Ahead with Patreon -> https://www.patreon.com/cw/Alaric_Lock
Alaric_Lock · 10.3k Views

The Actress and Her Cold Surgeon

Back in hign school time, Jaynara Stevens already had a terrible little habit of teasing Ginevra Volkova, that untouchable flower growing alone on a high, icy ridge. She would test the boundaries bit by bit—brushing close, reaching out, trying to pluck that distant bloom and hide it away in her own hands. Whether she ever really succeeded… that was another story entirely. Years passed. Jaynara became the one everyone chased after, the kind of actress whose face on a poster could stop crowds, the reigning darling of the screen with awards and flashbulbs always following her. But the core of her heart never changed. All that brilliance, all that applause—none of it mattered as much as one stubborn wish: She wanted to claim Dr. Volkova. Only her. She had always thought the woman she loved was just an “ordinary person,” at least by the world’s standards— A cardiac surgeon. Outwardly cold, self-contained, with the kind of ascetic self-discipline and fastidious cleanliness that made people instinctively keep a respectful distance. Yet beneath that chill exterior, she was kind. Gentle in ways that arrived quietly, like lamplight seeping under a door. Dangerously fascinating. The sort of tenderness that made you want to lean in, even if you knew you might get hurt. Of course, none of this seemed to make Dr. Volkova’s heart skip so much as a beat. No matter how many glances Jaynara stole, how many lines she crossed only to retreat with a laugh, she still couldn’t quite get the reaction she longed for. And that—more than any harsh review or box-office pressure—was what truly kept her awake at night. For all her confidence in front of the camera, Jaynara could not figure out how to make the one person she wanted most actually fall for her. It was a small, private misery. One she carried alone. Ginevra, however, did not see things the same way. She was born with darkness threaded through her veins like a quiet inheritance—something closer to demon blood than anything human. The thoughts she hid behind her calm, pale eyes were far from gentle. In the quietest hours, when no one was watching, her mind sank into places it should not go: Thoughts of taking Jaynara apart, piece by fragile piece, until there was nothing left that she did not know, nothing left that did not belong to her. Of devouring every version of Jaynara that the world adored, until only the one that whispered her name remained. She would remove every threat, one by one—every rival crush, every passing flirtation, every gaze that lingered too long on Jaynara’s smile— until there was nowhere else for Jaynara to go, no one else for her to turn to. Until the only one left in her sky was Ginevra Volkova.
Writerszai · 7.4k Views