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My Mother My Teacher

CONTENT WARNING This story contains explicit sexual content, including: Graphic depictions of sexual acts Taboo relationships (mother-son intimacy) Explicit language and descriptions Adult themes and situations This is a work of FICTION. All characters, events, and relationships depicted are entirely fictional and not based on real people, living or dead. READER DISCRETION ADVISED This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. If you are uncomfortable with any of the above content, please do not proceed. Summary: Haruki is a college student who has never had a girlfriend, from high school to now. Kyouko notices that he always ignores women and assumes he's awkward or perhaps nervous around girls. Worried about his future, she consults Haruki's father, only to be dismissed and told to handle it herself. Determined to help, Kyouko decides to boost his confidence so he can interact with the opposite sex without issues. Her plan: an intensive summer course to teach him how to talk to girls, hold conversations, go on dates, and understand them better through roleplay, private LINE conversations, and practice dates. But there's one problem Kyouko doesn't realize: Haruki isn't shy. He's selective. He only feels completely at ease talking to his own mother because his standards for a woman oddly match Kyouko's own qualities. As Kyouko takes matters into her own hands, she discovers that helping her son navigate romance requires more emotional intimacy than she expected. As their "lessons" become increasingly realistic, both mother and son find themselves approaching lines they should never cross. How will she teach him to connect with other girls when his comfort zone begins and ends with herself, and when their "practice" starts feeling more real than either of them anticipated?
Celine_Cheng · 146.9k Views

Death's Heir

Lazar wasn’t dealt a winning hand at birth, so he quickly learned to see luck for what it was : something to believe in, but never rely on. Even so, there was one debt he believed fate owed him : the chance to kill the man he refused to acknowledge as his father. It became his only purpose, an obsession for which he would gladly sacrifice whatever fragments of himself that man had not already destroyed. But instead of granting him that one modest request, the world seemed determined to stand in his way, and not in a subtle manner. Just as he began to close in on his goal, the Apocalypse, yes, the damn Apocalypse, fell upon the Earth. What impeccable timing ! Lazar had always known his path wouldn’t be an easy one, but now the obstacles between him and his target had not only multiplied but also taken on far more dangerous forms. Catastrophes beyond nature. Creatures that had once belonged to myth, religion, or even fiction, now roaming the Earth. And, as always when circumstances were already dire, the ability humans had to make things even worse. The future couldn’t have looked more promising. Fortunately, if anything about the situation could be called fortunate, the Apocalypse had brought more than monsters and destruction. It had also brought the power to fight back. *** What you can expect from this story : - No harem. - An original and complete system that doesn't become overly complex or bloated with hundreds of skills. - A pragmatic MC with a morally grey compass, who grows very strong without becoming boringly overpowered. - Characters that feel realistic, while still having a few eccentric traits, otherwise it would be dull.
Barbare · 10.4k Views

This Extra Hates Bad Endings

Matt is an ordinary young college student with an addiction to the pages of The Golden Weaver’s First Apprentice. This novel wasn’t just a hobby for him, it was his lifeline, the one thing that kept him feel alive when the rest of the world felt unbearably dim. Page after page, chapter after chapter, he followed the journey of the Finster, a character he cared for more fiercely than anyone else, even his family or himself. When the long-awaited final chapter was released, Matt devoured it with trembling anticipation. The writing was flawless, every thread tied together, every arc resolved with masterful precision. It made sense. And yet, when he reached the final chapter, his world collapsed. It was a tragedy. A selfless sacrifice. One life given to save countless others. A "Bitter-Sweet" ending, the community called it. Matt was devastated. He raged at a world—both fictional and real—that could demand such a price from a character he loved so deeply. “I hate bad endings,” he whispered through clenched teeth. As though responding to his grief, his phone flickered. A soft light bloomed across the screen, forming words he had never seen before, yet somehow he understood it. How do you think it should have ended? Stunned, confused, barely conscious of his own voice, Matt answered from the depths of his heart: “I would be there for him. I’d support him, be his anchor—his start and his release. His companion. His ally. I owe him at least that much.” The light paused for a long, breathless moment. Then it replied: Don’t fail this time. And Matt’s world began to change.
White_Baby_Daisy · 102k Views

Plants vs Dungeon

When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back. (I’ll post roughly 3 chapters a day for the first two weeks, then ease back to 1 chapter a day after burning through my backups. The times will be around 9 a.m., then 18–20 server time. That’s it. Bye.)
Potato_mine · 3.2k Views