Cu*kold In Superhero World - Chapter 36: Tattooed*

“Who said I want to be the hero?”——Silas, a streamer, died in a fire. When he opened his eyes, a man stood before him, pleading for his help — and from that moment onwards, things changed.[Pick a Choice],[Choice A — Be the Good Guy]

This legend tells the tale of the protagonist, Kuroki summoned to protect the demon king from the hero.

Kuroki, unbeknownst to him, suddenly came to another world. He was summoned by the demon king, Modes. The territory which the demon king overrules was in the midst of being destroyed because of the hero. He had no choice but to bow before Kuroki.

“Please save us, Savior Dono!”

Kuroki nodded, deciding to save the demon king due to an unexpected turn of event.

“Spread your legs.”“Tsk.”A slave to the city's system, Lancel was quite literally a slave to a witch whose only love language was torture to him.After a year of humiliation in the Witch City of Riviere, he finally escapes captivity, only to discover something even more dangerous.A system that allows him to form contracts with witches… and lets him steal their magic.[Active Contract: Witch of Lust has reached Bond Level 10!][Contract Bonus: Aphrodisiac Haze!][Active Contract: Witch of Bondage has reached Bond Level 20!][Contract Bonus: Chains of Dominion!][Active Contract: Witch of Fluids has reached Bond Level 100!][Contract Bonus: Fountain of Yatagarasu!]The deeper his relationships with witches became, the stronger he grew.One bond at a time.One spell at a time.Until even the witches themselves began to wonder who was truly in control.“Take your pants off, Lancel.”…Which only left him with one question.Why did witches keep asking him to take off his pants?——————————————More illustrations in the server.Discord: https://discord.gg/zukKB2ppDp

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.