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Marked by the Alpha Boss [BL]

Steam clung to the mirror, fogging up the glass as Seo-jun braced both hands on the sink, trembling. Sweat slicked his skin, the room spinning with heat not caused by the shower. His body was betraying him—again. He didn’t hear the door open until Min-jae’s voice sliced through the haze. Min-jae: "You’re not answering me. What the hell’s going on with you, Seo-jun?" Seo-jun flinched. Seo-jun: "I—I said I’m fine. Just let me—" Min-jae: "Bullshit." He grabbed the fogged-up glass door and yanked it open, eyes narrowing as his gaze fell on Seo-jun’s flushed face, his shaking legs, the way his towel clung too tightly to damp skin. Min-jae: "You’re burning up. Are you out of blockers?" Before Seo-jun could answer, a heavier presence entered the room behind Min-jae. Do-hyun: "…Seo-jun?" His tone was low, more careful, but there was tension in it—something dangerous. Seo-jun tried to straighten, failed. He clutched the sink harder. Seo-jun: "D-Don’t come closer. I can’t… I can’t think—" Do-hyun’s eyes darkened instantly. Do-hyun: "Shit. He’s in heat." Min-jae: (voice like steel) "And we’re both in rut." Seo-jun’s breath hitched. His scent was thick in the air now—sweet, addictive, like something forbidden. Seo-jun: "Leave. Please—just leave. Before I—" Do-hyun: (stepping closer, voice rough and low) "You think we’re just gonna walk out and leave you like this? When you can barely stand? When your body’s screaming for us?" Min-jae: "You should’ve told us." Seo-jun: (softly, voice breaking) "I didn’t want you to see me like this…" Do-hyun: "We’ve already seen you on your knees in the boardroom, pretty boy." He smirked, eyes hungry. "You think this is worse?" Min-jae: (stepping in, firm grip closing around Seo-jun’s wrist) "Stop pretending. You’re ours." Seo-jun’s lips parted, a shiver wrecking through him as he whispered: Seo-jun: "Min-jae…" Do-hyun: "Tell us to stop. Right now. Say it, and we will." Silence. Just Seo-jun’s shallow, ragged breaths. The soft, desperate sound of a whimper tore from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. Seo-jun: "…I can’t." Min-jae: (leaning in, his breath against Seo-jun’s neck) "Good. Then let us take care of you." Do-hyun: "Together." He closed the distance, his hand slipping behind Seo-jun’s neck, grounding him. The towel fell to the floor with a soft, wet sound. Two bodies closed in, all heat and need. Seo-jun gasped as Do-hyun’s mouth found his collarbone while Min-jae pressed against his back, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Min-jae: "We’ll make you feel so good, baby. You won’t even remember the pain." Do-hyun: "Just focus on us. Let it all go." The last thing Seo-jun thought before everything blurred into heat and surrender was how wrong it should be… and how right it felt to finally fall apart in their arms.
Noor_8874 · 210.4k Views

REBORN AS A HIGH ELF SLAVE

Look, I’ll be honest. My previous life was… pathetic. I worked myself to the bone, had zero love life, and my grand finale? I saved a woman from kidnappers, and she thanked me by stabbing me in the heart. (She panicked. Long story. It still hurts though). I thought that was the end. Game over. But then I woke up. The good news? I’m alive. The weird news? I have pointy ears. I’m a High Elf. The really bad news? I’m chained to a wall in a dungeon, smelling like wet dog and misery. Apparently, this body has been a slave for 10 years. I was ready to accept my fate as a punching bag for some nobles. But then, a beautiful, glowing blue box appeared in front of my face. [System Initialized] [Race: High Elf (Lifespan: Endless)] [Mana: 3000] [Skill Unlocked: Matter Manipulation] Wait, 3000 Mana? Matter Manipulation? Creating spells from scratch? The guards think I’m just another broken toy they can torture. They have no idea I just unlocked God Mode. It’s time to break these chains, wreck some nobles, and explore this new fantasy world. And since I died a virgin in my last life… I plan on enjoying everything this new world has to offer. Stay tuned to watch my journey in this high-fantasy world as I get stronger and break many women along the way. What to expect: OP Main Character: From slave to powerhouse at a moderate pace. LitRPG Elements: Stats, Skills, Crafting, and a System that practically looks like cheating, but it's not. Revenge: Bad guys get what they deserve. Brutally. R-18 Content: Yes, there will be smut. (Detailed scenes, fantasy races, etc). Magic & Crafting: Using modern knowledge + magic to break the world. Here is the Discord link: [https://discord.gg/2D7YUsma5s]
Visioner10 · 20.3k Views

The Mad Duke's Naughty Maid

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ She was born to lie. He was born to enjoy it. Vivienne Moreau is a fox. A beautiful dangerous fox in a corset. A thief. A con artist. A seductress. She robs nobles blind, strips them of gold—and sometimes their trousers—just for fun. She sleeps with them to make the theft more… satisfying. Seduction? Her weapon. Theft? Her art. Lying? Second nature. Trust? Never. Love? That’s for fools. Chaos? Her favorite toy. This is her last job. One château. One golden horse worth more than she’s ever dreamed. One chance to vanish forever. Rich and alone. Her plan is simple: pretend to be a maid, steal the treasure, disappear. Easy. Simple. Foolproof. Then she meets Duke André Rousseau. Calm as glass, handsome, harmless-looking—but mad, bored, terrifying… and completely insane in a way that smells like obsession. He knows she’s a thief before she even steps across the gates. Every lie she plans, every trick she schemes, every insane impulse—he sees it. And he decides to play. He doesn’t want her arrested. He doesn’t want her caught. He wants her undone. To watch her spin, unravel, claw, scream—his predator turned prey. Vivienne thinks she’s the hunter. That she’s untouchable. That she’s in control. She isn’t. She’s his game. His obsession. His chaos made flesh. And in this war of greed, madness, and teeth-bared games… someone will break. Maybe her... Maybe him... Maybe both.
Xo_Xie · 195.6k Views

Dragon Ball: Emperor of the Multiverse

A man from our world,calm, cold-minded, and ruthlessly logical. Dies with no legacy worth remembering. Fate tosses him a second chance, dropping his soul into the body of Frieza before the tyrant becomes a cosmic joke. But this Frieza is not the shrieking egomaniac history remembers. This Frieza wakes with the mind of a strategist, not a spoiled monster. He studies the empire he has inherited and sees what the original never saw: raw potential smothered under arrogance. An army built on fear instead of efficiency. A legacy weakened by theatrics. A dynasty rotting from the inside. So he does what a rational man must...... He tears it down to rebuild it stronger. He trains. He plans. He watches the universe like a chessboard waiting for the first decisive move. He shores up his forces, reforms his command structure, and eliminates incompetence with clinical precision. No rage, no tantrums just cold decisions backed by overwhelming power. But he does not walk alone. His new mind carries charm that the old Frieza never cared to use. He disarms enemies with wit, entices allies with intelligence, and draws the eyes of DBZ’s strongest women with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants. Not with childish boasting through presence, restraint, and ambition that radiates like a controlled star. Every step he takes rewrites Dragon Ball history. No senseless planet-killing. No self-sabotaging pride. He is building an empire that will not crumble when a Saiyan child grows up angry. An empire that thinks. An empire that adapts. An empire worthy of fear for the right reasons. A transmigrated mind in a tyrant’s body, carving a new future with logic as his blade and the universe as his proving ground.
MrBurhanMalik · 31.7k Views