His Peasant Wife : Yao Ling - Chapter 358 The Preparation of Their Performance

An 18-year-old poor college student tried to apply for a job as a tutor but his life almost ended as demons' meal. In his last breath, a mysterious woman gave him a strange power. When he opened his eyes he had turned into a demon with a system that would turn him into… A pervert.

Now he must lived with his dual identity as a model student named Ethan and an incubus named Damian.

I became a doctor in Rhodes Island through the old-fashioned way, but my initial suit seems to be a little bit wrong… What’s going on with this Fluorostar battle suit?

Kar-El, Son of Helium Star, Bronya, Ural Silver Wolf, Jin, Goddess of Dawn, Leona, Dessert General Katakuri, Revolutionary Army Officer Bartholomi Kuma, Seven Wukai Hawkeye Miho Ke, Ship Doctor Kira Yoshikage, Oceanographer Jotaro Kujo, Madagascar Penguin Agent…All the character skins you can think of, this system can be yours…Random, once a day, no return , the final interpretation right belongs to ‘Dress of Love’.

“My name is Jogo, I’m 24 years old, I’m a doctor, unmarried, I work in the Rhode Island headquarters, and I have to work overtime every day until 8:00 in the evening before I can go back to the dormitory; I don’t smoke, I only drink lightly; I go to bed at 10:00 in the evening , I need to sleep for 9 hours every day. Before going to bed, I will swallow a piece of bread, eat three packs of seasonings, then pour a pot of boiling water, go to bed and fall asleep immediately, and never leave fatigue and stress until the next day God, Kelsey says I’m normal.”

“I just woke up this morning, what are you talking about in your sleep, doctor?”

“I just want to say, Amiya, please pass me the mirror and let me see what new work I have done today.”

- Description from novelbuddy

The world was hit by an abnormal narcolepsy, and there was a mass coma. Lee-joonhyuk was transferred to a dimensional battle field as he fell into an abnormal narcoleptic sleep. This is the story of him as he starts as a minion.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.