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The Bathhouse Lord: Is an Onsen Legal in a Sword-and-Sorcery World?

Mizushima Ryu was just a plumber doing overtime when a busted pipe sucked him into another world — one where soap is a noble privilege and the concept of "public hygiene" doesn't exist. Armed with nothing but pipe wrenches, practical know-how, and a stubborn refusal to smell bad, Ryu builds the kingdom's very first public bathhouse from scratch. The results? Unexpected. Chaotic. Dangerously profitable. Every woman within ten miles wants a job there. The nobility wants him dead for "corrupting public morals" with his suspiciously mixed-gender bathing policies. The demons living literally underneath his building turn out to be… surprisingly reasonable neighbors, as long as the hot water keeps flowing. Day after day, Ryu juggles staff disputes, herb shortages, VIP noble clients with outrageous demands, political scandals, and the occasional assassination attempt — all while keeping the water hot and the towels clean. But when powerful factions realize that whoever controls the water supply controls the kingdom, Ryu's humble bathhouse becomes the most strategically important building in the realm. One plumber. One onsen. One world that will never be clean again. ••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••• Tags: Ecchi · Comedy · Isekai · Business Management · Politics · R-18 · Harem · Smut · Sexy Female Characters · Seduction · Daily Life · Kingdom Building · Wealth · Action · Demons · Strong MC · Slice of Life · World-building · Male Protagonist · Fantasy
Hakito_Writter12 · 710 Views

Only Sexy Beastmen Can Save This Tribe!

[Warning Mature Content - R18+] "System: Target identified. Species: Obsidian Panther. Seductiveness Rating: 98. Task: Secure a high-quality heir within 24 hours to unlock the 'Indoor Plumbing' blueprint." Mei Lin didn't ask to die in a freak interior design accident, and she certainly didn't ask to be dropped into a world of dirt, furs, and desperate, half-naked beastmen. But the Tribe Restoration System has made its terms clear: Rebuild the dying Broken-Horn Tribe, or perish along with it. For a woman who appreciates the finer things in life—namely silk sheets and incredibly fit men—the mission is a dream wrapped in a dusty nightmare. The tribe is on the brink of extinction, female births have ceased, and the males are as frustrated as they are fierce. They see Mei Lin as their "Divine Savior," a goddess sent to pull them from the brink of ruin. Mei Lin is happy to play the part, provided the candidates meet her standards. She has no interest in primitive chemistry or reinventing the wheel; she’d much rather earn a system-generated "Automatic Heating Nest" by spending a night (or three) with a pair of silver-furred wolf brothers. As the tribe grows from a collection of hovels into a sprawling, stone-hewn empire, Mei Lin’s harem expands with it. From the stoic Lion Alpha who can’t handle her teasing, to the vain Eagle Scout who begs for his turn in her bed, Mei Lin balances the demands of kingdom building, the chaos of raising high-potential beast babies, and the exhausting "duty" of handling multiple partners at once. In this world, survival isn't about the fittest—it’s about who can keep up with Mei Lin. ----- A/N: This is a REVERSE HAREM novel that will contain a LOT of SMUT and POLYAMORY with SEXY BEASTMEN!
BonnieBear · 12k Views

The Arthimetic of Bone

Survival is not a victory. It is simply a postponement of the math. ​Nineteen-year-old Theron exists at the absolute bottom of the Imperial war machine. He is a scavenger, a starved rat picking the boots off dead soldiers in the freezing, blood-soaked mud of the Ashen Pits. In a world defined by brutal overseers and cosmic horrors, Theron’s life is worth precisely three days of hard rations. He has accepted this equation. He keeps his head down, he calculates the risks, and he survives. ​Then he loots the wrong corpse. ​A stolen obsidian ring grafts itself to his bone, offering him the one thing the world has always denied him: strength. But the artifact is not a blessing. It is a cursed, parasitic framework that operates on a single, uncompromising metric. It demands kinetic energy. It demands life. ​To survive the trenches, Theron must feed the parasite. He must consume the essence of the dying and the monstrous to reinforce his own failing biology. But every time the ring consumes, it rewrites his instincts, pushing him closer to the mindless beasts that slaughter the Imperial legions. ​Caught between a world that wants him starved and a parasite that wants him feral, Theron refuses to be a victim to either. He will not be a pawn. He will not be a beast. He will become the architect of his own ascent, calculating the exact cost of every broken bone and stolen breath until he balances the scales of the empire entirely. ​The math is simple. If you cannot afford to buy a life, you must steal one.
lightwhy · 645 Views