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A young man from the modern world awakens in an unfamiliar, opulent bed—reborn in a high-fantasy realm as the fifth son of a powerful duke and a legendary holy knight. Blessed with his father’s aristocratic beauty and his mother’s boundless vitality (and an endowment to match), he finds himself in an enviably sweet position: no obligation to inherit the ducal title, no need to carry his mother’s sacred legacy, yet showered with the duke’s resources and the holy knight’s unbreakable protection. He is the ultimate spoiled second-generation heir—free to live as he pleases, so long as he avoids bringing disgrace to either parent. Soon after awakening, a system binds to him, granting a beginner trait of absolute invincibility against any opponent in the same realm—no matter their treasures, techniques, or bloodlines. The only catch: it drains mana at a terrifying rate. Reader's Warning This story contains **explicit adult content**, including detailed sexual scenes, strong language, and themes of dominance and desire. It also features graphic violence, overpowered protagonist tropes, harem elements, and morally gray behavior. 18+ only. Mature readers only. If you are sensitive to explicit sexual content, power fantasies, or unrestrained indulgence, this story may not be for you. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Tags - Reincarnation - Isekai - System - Overpowered Protagonist - Harem - R18 / Explicit Sexual Content - Mature Themes - Fantasy World - Noble / Aristocratic MC - Holy Knight Bloodline - Invincibility Trait - Action - Ecchi - Dominance / Conquest - Morally Gray MC - Spoiled Second-Generation Heir - Political Intrigue (Background) - Demons vs Humans - Training / Power Progression
raja_saab · 16.9k Views

Reborn to Intimate

Asuka was your typical high school senior—a lanky, bespectacled nerd with a mop of unkempt black hair, perpetually buried in manga, video games, and obscure sci-fi novels. At 18, he lived a solitary life in his cluttered bedroom, surrounded by posters of anime heroines and stacks of doujinshi comics. School was a blur of awkward interactions and unrequited crushes on classmates who barely noticed him. But beneath his shy exterior burned an insatiable fire: a horniness that no amount of self-indulgence could quench. He masturbated daily, often multiple times—morning routines in the shower, quick sessions during lunch breaks at school (hidden in the bathroom stalls), and marathon evenings fueled by endless tabs of porn. "Just one more," he'd whisper to himself, his hand slick with lotion as he scrolled through videos of voluptuous women moaning in ecstasy. Yet, no matter how many climaxes he chased, the ache in his loins never faded. It was a vicious cycle, leaving him exhausted but always craving more, his mind foggy with fantasies of real touch, real warmth, real surrender. One fateful Friday, after a particularly grueling week of exams, Asuka decided to push his limits. He skipped dinner, locked his door, and dimmed the lights. "Tonight's the night I break my record," he muttered with a grin, stripping down to nothing but his socks. He started slow, teasing himself with softcore images, building to hardcore scenes of group encounters and forbidden desires. he arched his back, eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed over him. But the fire still raged. Panting, he reached for his laptop again, queuing up a new video: a busty goddess figure dominating her lovers. "One more... just one more," he groaned, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, slick and sensitive from overuse. The porn blared—moans echoing in his headphones—as he pumped faster, vision blurring at the edges. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through his chest, like a vice squeezing his heart. His body convulsed, not in ecstasy but in agony. "Wh-what's happening...?" he choked out, but it was too late. His hand froze mid-stroke, gripped tightly around himself, as darkness swallowed him whole. Asuka died right there, mid-masturbation, his final breath a ragged whisper of unfulfilled longing. In the void between worlds, a radiant light bloomed. Before him materialized the Goddess of Fertility, Elysia—a ethereal beauty with flowing golden hair, curves that defied mortal imagination, and eyes like emeralds glowing with divine power. She floated in a realm of blooming flowers and soft, pulsing energies, her silken robes barely concealing her ample form. "Poor mortal," she cooed, her voice like honeyed silk, laced with amusement and pity. "You burned so brightly with desire, yet fate snuffed you out before you could taste true pleasure. I, Elysia, Goddess of Fertility, have taken notice of your... devotion." Asuka's spirit, disoriented and naked in this astral plane, stammered, "I-I'm dead? But... I was just..." "Yes, child," Elysia replied with a sultry laugh, tracing a finger along his ethereal form, sending shivers through him. "Overexertion of the heart—such a tragic end for one so virile. But fear not. I offer you a second chance. A reincarnation in a world brimming with magic, adventure, and women eager for a hero like you. There, your desires will be sated not by illusions, but by flesh and passion. Elves with lithe bodies and insatiable appetites, warrior maidens craving conquest in bed as on the battlefield, succubi who feed on ecstasy... all yours to claim." His eyes widened in disbelief. "R-Really? No more... alone?" Elysia leaned closer, her breath warm against his soul. "Indeed. But remember, this gift comes with a boon: enhanced stamina, charm that draws them like moths to flame, and fertility that ensures your legacy. Use it wisely... or recklessly. The choice is yours." With a wave of her hand, a portal swirled open, pulling him through.
Kalvin_Smasher · 3.4k Views

The Mafia's Blind Wife

WARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised. An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera’s life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman’s grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she’d never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she’d never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love—and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers… but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate’s way of calling them back to settle what they began—in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories… will they choose each other still?
OraPhiffer · 9.5k Views

What?! I Will Create a Harem to Counter the Male Protagonist!

Emily was a struggling actress, trying her best to land a perfect role for her. Despite having a very beautiful appearance and polished acting skills, she was often rejected for various reasons. After getting rejected for the nth time, Emily got crushed by a cement pipe , just as she stepped out of the set. Thinking that her life ended tragically, Emily soon found herself in the body of Caroline Rusenberg, a harem member of the male protagonist in a fantasy themed novel called, "The Lazy Man's Accession." Caroline was the stepmother of the protagonist, and the mother of two other members of the protagonist's harem. She was the empress of the 'Dunkirkshire Empire,' whose husband had already passed away. Emily was dumbfounded by the chain of events. What should she do? While she pondered about her predicament, she saw her reflection in the mirror, making her angry instantly. There was no way that the 'perverted' protagonist deserved this kind of woman in .his harem! He wasn't up to the par! Biting down her anger, Emily, now 'Caroline,' reorganized her memories, only to find that her two 'instant' daughters had already been claimed by that 'pervert.' Caroline: Very good. You are really shameless! Let me teach you a lesson, alright? Tune in to see how she counters the protagonist and creates a harem of her own. Also, having a system is also useful, isn't it? Well, if a man can have a bunch of beauties surrounding him, why not a woman? Doesn't she deserve handsome men as well?
Tanmay_Kar · 35.6k Views

The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Fast forward four weeks, and I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe—billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever met. There's just one problem. My new boss is the stranger who ruined me for all other men. And he has absolutely no idea. Oh, and there's more: Finnegan is my cheating ex's uncle. So this job just became a thousand times more complicated. Now I'm stuck working for a man who doesn't remember fucking me, dodging an ex who thinks we're "working things out," while hiding my identity at an exclusive masked sex club where a dominant stranger named Ares makes me scream every month— Wait. That tattoo. That voice. That touch. No. It can't be. My cold, ruthless boss is the gentle stranger from the plane. And the masked man who owns my body at the club. He's been all three men this entire time, and he doesn't have a single clue. What happens when the man who doesn't remember me realizes I've known all along? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026—I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!
MarcellaCross · 2.7k Views