Five Immortal Sects - Chapter 33: Initial Action

Nikol didn't think that his life would end on that day.

He was invited by his elder sister to go on a cruise vacation. Since it was a request from her he couldn't reject it.

During this vacation, Nikol fell from the boat and died protecting his sister from an attacker, at least that's what he thought but he felt something pulling him from the ocean giving him a nostalgic and warm feeling.

When he opened his eyes there was a figure, that he could easily identify but at the same time, she was quite different from what he remembered.

“My son, Welcome back”

It was the last thing, he heard before he lost consciousness again.

When Nikol opened his eyes again, he was amazed to see a dense forest around him filled with greenery.

At that time, he didn't know that this land was called Femdom Island for a reason.

Come and Join Nikol to find his fate, in this unknown land.

This is a story where the protagonist who obtained hypnosis does whatever he pleases and assaults girls at school. There are many lines where common sense is rewritten and unconscious assault. Not just s*x, but the particulars regarding the process, the situation, and the atmosphere of what occurs prior to the act are written about as much as possible.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?