MTL - I Became A Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother in another Cultivation World - Chapter 254 Really disgusting

When an unlucky, awkward virgin dies in the most humiliating way possible (you don’t wanna know), he wakes up not in heaven… but a mechanical construct powered by divine magics built for a single purpose: Sex.In a fantasy world cursed by a sexually frustrated demon queen, men can’t keep it up, women haven’t had a decent orgasm in centuries, and birth rates have plummeted harder than masculine egos. Society is teetering on the edge of population collapse—and the only thing standing between mass hysteria and sweaty salvation... is him.His new owners? A smoking-hot, elven herbwitch MILF and her fiery half-dwarf, half-elf genius daughter who created him as their latest “intimate invention.” After a magical screw-up gives him a soul (and an upgrade below the belt), he becomes the only pleasure unit capable of leveling-up his powers of pleasure, independent thought—and maybe... emotional connection?Now powered by aphrodisiacs, awkwardness, and sheer mechanical stamina, our hero must navigate lusty labs, intense moaning missions, and a society starving for satisfaction... all while trying to survive being “tested” and “reviewed” by every noblewoman, monster girl, and lonely tavern wench in the realm.------------------WARNING: May contain excessive thrusting, magical lubricant, seductive stat screens, and one very confused virgin trying to do the right thing! Reader Beware... and bring tissues.

Dao Fa leads to spirits, and medical therapy leads to ghosts.

A third-rate university graduate who was supposed to run around in a mess for his livelihood, but because of an inadvertent shot to save people, whether it is extremely peaceful and rewarding for his good people, he has obtained the legendary inheritance of the mysterious arts and medical methods of the experts in the realm of self-cultivation. Another brand new and weird new world!

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From fleeing for your safety and enrolling in a school filled with psychopaths… to being claimed by a deranged alpha prince?Yeah, you’re better off dead.• . •Jules’ life was picture perfect until his entire family got murdered all of a sudden, with him being the only survivor. A savior swooped In because he was still in immense danger, and that led to Jules taking on a new identity and becoming a completely different person overnight— and enrolling into Carnivals, a prestigious all-boys school for all supernatural beings.In Carnivals, monsters lurk the dark hallways and the strong preyed on the weak. You either become a predator or a prey… and from one look at Jules— a boy too pretty for his own good, with a slender and petite build, it was obvious that he was gonna be eaten alive by the predators.Here comes Blaze, a wolf who sends shivers down every predator’s spine in the school, an insanely hot Alpha who was as dangerous and deranged as the rumors claimed.He took one glance at Jules and decided there and then that Jules belonged to him.***I inched backwards, eyes widening even more as my eyes zeroed in on the smirk tugging at the side of his lips. Blaze never smiled, and whenever he does, it never meant anything good.My heartbeat quickened as I scrambled backwards even more, breath stuttering to a stop as he began to narrow the distance between us. In no time, my back was plastered against the cold wall and that was when it hit me right in the chest that I was cornered and ensnared, like an actual prey… by none other than Blaze, when I had thought my life couldn’t get any worse.He towered over me effortlessly, emitting so much dominance and I had to tilt my head backwards for me to be able to meet his dark eyes, and my breath hitched when our eyes locked.He leaned down and my eyes snapped closed at once as I held my breath, waiting for him to strike. I’ve heard all the horrifying, endless rumors about him. He was an Alpha Prince whose presence someone like me should never be in.When I felt the tip of his cold nose glide over the length of my throat, my mouth fell open to release a startled gasp. He dragged in a long, audible breath and I felt a shiver rattle down my spine as I grew even stiffer, confusion clouding my mind.What was happening? Why was he doing this out of nowhere?Oh my gosh… he really was a deranged alpha like everyone says!

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.