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Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887
DollyRoma · 453.9k Views

Mature Bitch's Obsessed Lover

She was supposed to be just another spoiled heiress flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich girl.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at her like she was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until she owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. She’ll buy the hospital wing if she has to. She’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. She’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding girl underneath the cocaine and couture, Isadora Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. ———— The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Isadora lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when she paused the video. "Illegal?" she echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your seventeen-year-old patient in the backseat? Like letting her finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?"
Stranger02 · 33.4k Views
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I Just Want to Farm, But My Beasts Keep Evolving!!

All Raiden wanted to do was to farm quietly. After dying in his old world and waking up in the body of a freshly graduated nobody in a world full of monsters that are bigger than the tallest skyscrapers, Raiden made a quick, sensible decision: avoiding danger at all costs. Forget becoming a battle master and monster-infested frontiers, he just wanted to take his little sister Sylvia and retire to their inherited farm to raise sheep. Peaceful, profitable, and most importantly, safe. His master plan? Buy the cheapest Woolie in the market, shear its wool, and live off the profits. Simple, right? What could go wrong? As Murphy's Law states, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. The moment he brought his adorable sheep, his cheat system activated, letting him appraise and improve the potential of anything he touched. And everything started going downhill from there. A few enhancements later, his Woolie is producing luxury wool that has fashion designers losing their minds. And unlike other sheep, this one loved to train and battle, so much that it loses half of it before the sell period. "It's fine," Raiden assured himself. "It's just a sheep. A very profitable sheep." Then it evolves. And keeps evolving. And suddenly his "harmless farm animal" is creating thunderclouds that can destroy a whole continent. He thought the problem was only with his sheep; the rest of the Terra beasts would be peaceful. The real problem, though? Every Terran he rescues thinks the same way: "Master is so kind! He doesn't force us to battle! We must train extra hard to protect him!" Now, all his supposedly peaceful, peace-loving Terrans are challenging wild Terrans to duels while he chucks pills to control his Blood Pressure in the background. His genius little sister is landing scholarships left and right, and the Continental Alliance won't stop sending him tournament invitations he desperately wants to decline. All Raiden wants is to farm in peace, pay off his debts, and maybe—just maybe survive long enough to see Sylvia graduate. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently, yes. [Update Schedule: 14 Chapters Per Week]
LordFrosty · 281.3k Views
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The Game Merchant Who Started from the Ninja World

Fang Yi had just completed the "Survive Five Years in the Ninja World and Earn a Billion" challenge. Before he could return, he was tragically made the master of a polluted world—if he couldn’t eliminate the pollution monsters, he would die. So, a reincarnation game suddenly appeared in the Ninja World. Hunt pollution monsters, earn rewards that can be brought back to reality—Bloodline Limits, ninja techniques, even items from other worlds could be exchanged. And not just the Ninja World—there was the World Government, Pirates, the Soul Society, the Demon Slayer Corps... Neji Hyuga: Redeemed the seal-removal technique for the Caged Bird. From now on, I am an eagle breaking free from the chains of fate. Tsunade: Can someone lend me 500 reward points? I swear I’ll roll a god-tier skill this time. Sōsuke Aizen: Clearing a level 4 dungeon in the Demon Ghost District. Looking for teammates. Blind people, get lost! Kikyo: Buying top-tier gear server-wide. Must have bonus damage against dog-type half-demons. Boa Hancock: Boss, my chest feels tight... I want a private consultation about the game... Fang Yi looked at the countless flirty private messages from female players across different worlds—and threw them all into the trash bin. Female players? Sorry, I only love pay-to-win sows. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1
Frank10 · 1.3m Views