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My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation

Akiyo Oshima was a successful man, with wealth, status, and a perfect life. However, by giving in to the temptation of betrayal, he awakened the wrath of the one entity he should have never angered—his girlfriend, Sayuri, who turned out to be Death itself. As punishment, Sayuri cursed him. Akiyo was stripped of his identity, his form, and even his gender. In every world, a new body would be created for him, allowing him to inherit memories and a random aspect of personality. Now, he must live as Shizune Accursed. But her new existence was far from a second chance. Trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnations, Shizune awakens in different worlds, with no control over her fate. And in each of those worlds, there's always a Yandere she has met or will meet, whose obsessive love inevitably leads her to her death—whether by possessive love, madness, or simply the need to have her all to themselves. Condemned to die over and over in the arms of those who love her in twisted ways, Shizune, in an attempt to understand the burden of manipulating others’ feelings, finds herself on a dangerous path. Will she survive and break this curse? Or will she remain forever trapped in a cycle where love is uncontrollable and always leads to death? Whether in a fantasy, futuristic, or modern world, where anything can happen, the question remains: who is really on Shizune's side? Are they allies she can trust, or just more Yanderes waiting for the perfect moment to seal her fate? Among men and women, even within her own family, Shizune will need to figure out who she can truly trust… before it’s too late. Discord server link to view images = https://discord.gg/c5m4H2jnw9
Galaxy_Infinty · 341.2k Views

Submit Or Succumb

Check BRIMFUL DEPRAVATION if you want. Cover is "VERONIQUE". (Comment if you want other Character in the Cover) What happens when a calm and logical individual breaks his moral compass and civic ties?. What happens when an unstoppable monster doesn't care anymore about restraining himself?. The answer is simple. It doesn't matter. Especially if said restrictions are lifted after the calamity striked down the entire REALITY. That is what Marshack Reiker Bverxkka had to go through, learning in the process, that Mercy, is always mistaken as Weakness. However, his loss gave him a new array of possibilities, by reaching a higher REALITY. One where he doesn't have to worry about being the perfect individual everyone expected him to be. Because if he had become such individual, his story would had been entirely different. Check Comments for Pictures. No Cheats (There is nothing unique for anyone, but compatibility matters a lot) No Plot Armor (If they look dead, is because they probably are) No Vanilla Easy Life (There are ways around it, as it depends on your own perception) YES HAREM (This means the Women that are available to willingly have sexual affairs with the MCs, No romantic relationships involved, don't mix them up, is annoying) YES YURI (Read and understand, or give a tap to the arrow back) YES Futa (Same as above) YES NTR (I don't care what you think, NTR is the genre, like Videogames, it doesn't matter what type, RTS, FPS, Platform, MOBA, it is still a Videogame, and NTR is not different, yet, it doesn't matter who does it, is wrong altogether, So, if you don't like NTR, don't be an hypocrite and ask "Is Netori?" because like I already write, it doesn't make it right, So, I am sure you guess it already, tap the arrow back) Fights are divided in three, the Normal conflicts in which the characters can die, Turn Base Combat and a mix in between, like an FPS open world. TBC is what happens in Zones and Duels, people can't die there, and are mostly unfair. Just imagine any martial artist that has to withstand a punch simply because they cannot move away, dodge or block. English is not my first language, so, any mistake i made across the story, feel free to point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible.
Marshack · 11.9k Views

Retired Hero Becomes the Only Man in All-Girls Magic Academies

One hundred and seven years have passed since the Great War shook the continent. The world no longer remembers the nameless hero who once saved it. Now retired, Caled Stellarion lives in obscurity—until a beautiful elf, the enigmatic Head of Magic Association, tracks him down with a single request: “I need a professor who can govern them all. You’re the only one I trust.” With that, he is appointed Archscholar—a legendary position with absolute authority over all the prestigious all-girls magic academies scattered across the continent. The catch? There are no teachers. No guardians. No one left to guide these wild, powerful, and hopelessly eccentric girls. “Then what exactly am I here for?” “To answer their cries for help... every single one of them.” From cursed swordswomen and explosive alchemists to seductive beastkin and lonely mages, each student hides a problem only he can solve. And with every mission, every personal club he visits, and every heart he touches—they begin to fall for him. Magic clashes. Emotions ignite. Clothes... often vanish. But behind every flirtation lies a deeper mystery. Just what is the elf really planning—and can this forgotten hero remain retired when the world is far from saved? Overpowered hero. Academy chaos. Mission-based harem building. Smut-filled, magic-fueled romance awaits. ••••• Just so you know: ❌ No rape – All intimate scenes are consensual. ❌ No NTR – No cheating, no stealing lovers. The girls fall for him only. ❌ No yuri – No girl x girl romance. This is a male-centered harem. ••••• All characters in this story are depicted as 18 years old or older. There is no sexual content involving minors.
Ruruy01 · 7.3k Views

"Lust system": Rise of the Harem lord

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content
Obaze_Emmanuel · 79.3k Views