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The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World

Elias Kane is the undisputed top operative of the Trash Trope Intervention Division, a covert agency that exists to dismantle the most outrageously toxic, over-the-top romance plots by seducing and systematically dismantling the worst offenders. He's left a trail of broken egos so long that the list of women he's ruined could wrap around a luxury skyscraper. Retirement was finally within reach—one last mission to close out his legendary career. Then the division decided his finale deserved "nightmare difficulty." This world is a glittering matriarchy where women command absolute power: they own the corporations, dictate the laws, and treat breathtakingly beautiful young men as prized possessions—sponsored, displayed, traded, and discarded when the novelty fades. Every target Elias faces here is a virtuoso of manipulation, capable of switching from velvet tenderness to razor cruelty in the blink of an eye. The flip risk is catastrophic. One wrong move and he's not just out—he's obliterated. Elias stared at the mission brief for a long moment. Then he shrugged. Fine. If they're raising the stakes, he'll raise them higher. He's going to make every last queen crawl before he's done collecting his pension. So tell me, sweetheart— Are you willing to be my good little dog? You only get to answer "Yes" or "Woof." Good Dogs don't say "No." Extra Tags: Matriarchal World, Absued Main Character, Cold Main Character, Physically Weak Main character, etc.
WarySeer · 21.9k Views

[BL] I made a Harem out of the Ten Alpha valerian princes.

#REVERSE HAREM Damon rolled the parchment, slid it away. "I won't touch you tonight," he said softly. "Not because I don't want to (gods know I do), but because I want you to choose. When you're ready. When you understand what's coming." He turned toward the door. Paused. "One more thing," he said without looking back. "Aiden is drafting an order to bring you to the palace as a 'personal guest.' Blake is preparing to kidnap you before that order is signed. Caleb will probably try to hide you in the northern legions." A faint, tired laugh. "We're already tearing ourselves apart, and you've done nothing but exist." He opened the door. Rain lashed in. "Whatever you decide, little Heartbinder… decide soon. Because the storm outside is nothing compared to the one following your scent." He stepped into the darkness and was gone. Caleb let out a long, shaky breath. He turned to me, eyes wild. "We ride north tonight. My men will protect you." I stared at the empty doorway where Damon had vanished. Ten Alphas of the same blood. Ten princes. My knees finally gave out. I sank into the hay, soaked to the bone, heart pounding so hard I could barely hear the thunder anymore. From somewhere deeper in the woods, very far away, a wolf howled, long and mournful, like it already knew the ending. And under the roar of the storm, I swear I heard more hooves approaching. (Author needs more gifts and Golden tickets)
Angel_chrysalis · 113.8k Views

Zero Draft

Ren Shiro is sixteen and freshly humiliated. In a match that mattered, he forced a play that was never his to take. His team didn’t cut him for losing. They cut him for reaching beyond what he’d earned. What hurts most is that he knows they were right. He drifts from tryout to tryout, a balanced but forgettable player in a sport that rewards spectacle. Then, by accident, he wanders into a sealed training facility called Zero Draft. They needed 300 players. They had 299. Ren becomes #300. Zero Draft, created by the masked visionary Reiji Amano, strips 300 players of positions and ego to discover who they really are. Only 15 will leave. Ren enters as a joke. “Zero.” The extra body. Inside, he confronts his first truth: he never truly wanted to be a Point Guard. That was a shield. He wanted the shot. He wanted the moment. Switching to Shooting Guard is his first real act of honesty. His Core emerges quietly. He doesn’t dominate. He adapts. Against strength, he finds leverage. Against timing, he appears in the gap. The staff sees it before anyone else. His stats don’t spike. They recalibrate. Reiji names it: The Prototype. Ren can understand another player’s Core at its foundation and replicate it at near-perfect accuracy. Not mimicry. Structural comprehension. But it’s reactive. He must first see, feel, and understand before he can become. Early moments expose him. Smart opponents strike fast. Ren has no defined ceiling, only expanding capacity. After spending his career becoming everyone else, the question remains: What happens when #300 finally becomes himself? Zero Draft exists to find out.
Bigbrainbootsbabyb · 6.5k Views