Building Harem And Dungeon With Monster Girls - Chapter 85. No molesting

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.

Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused.Until life left him no choice.His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else.Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile—Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga.In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind “motherly” wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did.In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised.Because in this world, NTR is fate.And the story must go on.

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY**CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOOA sudden heart-throb, a shattered climax—and 22-year-old shut-in Edward Hunt dies mid-masturbation, and transmigrated as the declining barons family's heir.From Lucien's birth he was left with childhood of starvation, his mother’s untimely death, and a desperate political situation which challenge his claim as the head of House Argrave and the baron's title.Now Possessing his body Edward was left with to deal with such mess.No sooner has Edward processed this cruel rebirth, an unfamiliar sound echo in his head:“WELCOME TO THE MILF EMPEROR SYSTEM.”Connecting....SuccessInitializing.......Success“FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.From an Baron without wealth, failed to save its people, to the conquering the world just by fucking milfs.Read the novel to find out how he do it.MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHARTHandjob - 5 PointsBlowjob - 10 PointsSex - 50 PointsCreampie - 75 PointsThreesome - 100 PointsFoursome - 200 pointsSpank - 15 PointsAnal - 150 PointsOrgy - 500 pointsBDSM - 700 pointsNTR other people - 1000 points.A little slow-burn novel.