Ark - Volume 2 Chapter 7

The spring fountain town of miracle that heals anything, Polka. In the hometown of memories, with my dear parents, there was a figure of a half-elf girl who swore to become my female slave.

Repeating such a memorable talk every time he drinks alcohol, 25 years old Andy Smeyson is a former blacksmith’s apprentice and an innocent crossbow soldier. Andy is surrounded by nice companions and competent and sexy bosses, which is different from what he had thought when he was a child, but this was a cozy life. When the half-elf girl suddenly appeared in front of him, he will jump into a furious destiny. Andy, who is weak but courageous​ and clever will meet a lot of different race ladies such as elves, half elves, dark elves, loli dwarves, dragon girls, beast girls and make them his female slaves one after another. The horny adventure started from a half elf girl who doesn’t stop liking him will eventually become a legend ──.

[Warning 18+ Hentai Novel]After his parents move overseas for work, Haruto, a 19-year-old boy, is sent to live with his grandfather in a quiet rural village of Japan. Far away from the city’s noise, he expects a boring, lonely life surrounded by rice fields and temples.But the countryside holds secrets—behind the modest smiles of the villagers are girls who burn with unspoken desire. From the widow next door who bathes naked by the river, to the shy schoolgirl working at the family inn, to the shrine maiden with a hidden craving for cock—Haruto’s arrival stirs a wave of lust in this quiet place.Soon, he finds himself entangled in nights of steamy encounters, sucking and licking pussy under the moonlight, feeling warm tits pressed against him, getting blowjobs in hidden barns, and filling tight, dripping cunts with his cock until they overflow.For Haruto, the countryside isn’t peaceful at all—it’s a paradise of naked bodies, moans echoing through the fields, and endless forbidden pleasure.

【Free Book】Originally having a pitiful life story, all types of misfortunes befell her.Who would have known that with the twist of fate, she, with a belly bulging with pregnancy, became the only heiress of a tycoon’s empire?Five years later, she returns with her children, she is full of vengeance, quashing scoundrels.However, that man who has always been sticking to her is so annoying.Charlotte Thompson: “Mr. Battleson, please stay away! We divorced five years ago.”The man lined up a row of kids, “Let's remarry. The children need a daddy.”The kids were wide-eyed and unanimously said, “Daddy, you have to wait in line if you want to marry Mommy!”...The reporters reported that Mr. Battleson is crazily pursuing a poor, ugly, and divorced woman who has children.Justin Battleson: “She's my wife. They're my children. I'm in the process of remarriage, asking for recognition.”The tycoon’s grandpa: “My granddaughter, my family's only heiress. She's rich.”Four top-level uncle bosses: “Our niece is young and beautiful. Who is the blind one calling her ugly?”Eight handsome elder and younger brothers: “Our sister is the top one strong person in the universe, who wears disguise everywhere she goes.”Charlotte Thompson: “...”Can you guys please quiet down?【Sweet + doted on by a group + cute kids + disguise + refreshing story, PS: The start is a bit depressing, bear with it!】

Arlan can go back in time by one minute, once per day.And every time he levels up, he can go back a little further.But, even with his growing power, Arlan has never been in more danger. Demon magic was never supposed to make its way into the hands of humans, and its original owners would go to any lengths to take it back.What to Expect:-Numbers. This is a LitRPG written by someone who loves LitRPGs. It won’t be overwhelming or confusing, but if you dislike the genre, this probably isn’t the story for you. Blue boxes ahead!-Meaningful progression. Characters are always working to grow more powerful, but doing so is difficult. Level-ups are hard-earned and bring with them meaningful change in characters’ abilities.-Tactical combat. Fighting is as much a battle of wits as it is a battle of muscle, after all.-No harems.