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I Reincarnated as a Homeless Girl With the Ability to Copy Skills

A monotonous life and a ridiculous death under the wheels of a bus marked the end of Logan. What he didn’t expect was to wake up in a fantasy world… inside the body of a stunning homeless young woman with fiery orange hair. Disoriented, naked, and armed with nothing but her wits, Logan (now she) is forced to survive on the streets of a city brimming with magic, exotic races, and unleashed desires. What Logan doesn’t know is that her new life comes with a hidden power: the ability to copy the skills of anyone she shares a bed with. But this gift has one small catch… it will take her a full month to realize it. Conquer submissive witches, blindfolded madams, and every beautiful woman who crosses her path. What to expect next? Let’s just say Mara tasting, pleasing, and dominating yanderes, beastgirls, witches, succubi, elves, adventurers… no hole or heart is safe from her skill-stealing, pleasure-breaking aura. **Explicit Content Warning +18** Content Tags: → Slice Of Life → The MC will Never Have R18 With a Man → Smut / R18+ (Explicit lesbian/female-focused scenes) → Harem, Yuri, Femdom, Threesomes+ → Fantasy Worldbuilding, Adventure, Action → Skill Copy System / Progression / Overpowered Growth → Clever & Opportunistic MC. → Beastkin, Elves, Witches, Multiple Races, Milfs → System + Worldbuilding + Erotic Driven → No NTR → Light Drama → All Characters in the Story are Adults. NEW CHAPTER EVERYDAY
KogumaWP · 111.9k Views

The Demon Caged Within

Ruby's knuckles were perpetually white, her jaw clenched as she fought the constant, internal war. The demon's voice was an insidious whisper, a cold stream of promises and cruel insults that tried to shatter her resolve. It promised power, the end of her pain, but she saw it for what it was: a cage. She could feel its influence in the tremor of her hands, the flashes of cold contempt that tried to overtake her every thought. It was an exhausting, unending battle waged in the quiet confines of her mind. But Ruby was not fighting alone. When the darkness threatened to consume her, she had her anchors. The steady, unwavering gaze of her friend, a hand on her shoulder that was warm and real, a lifeline against the demon's chilling touch. She would listen to their laughter, their mundane stories, and feel the cold tendrils of the demon's grip loosen, if only for a moment. They saw through the unnatural stillness in her eyes and loved the person she was beneath the demon's influence. Their belief in her was the fuel for her resolve. It was not just a battle for her own soul, but a fight to stay connected to them, to the world she loved. The demon would hiss about her weakness, but she would counter it with the memory of a kind word, a shared joke, the quiet comfort of their presence. She would refuse to let the power and the darkness within her take over, not because she was strong enough on her own, but because she had something-and someone-worth fighting for.
Grim_Reaper_8884 · 39.4k Views