I Have A Special Cultivation Talent - Chapter 936

[Warning: SEXUAL SCENES] “Lust. Pleasure. Desire. I’ll teach you everything, but don’t come to me looking for love.”Purchased by the dominating alpha prince, Mila’s life as the personal maid to this lusty prince begins. An innocent maid paired up to serve a wolf in prince’s clothing. As Prince Leonard’s cruel teasing, seductive caresses, and caring side confuse her heart and melt her defenses, Mila learns of lust, pleasure, and desire that she never knew existed. However, the hot and cold prince isn’t interested in giving her the one thing she truly yearns for - his love.Caught up in the politics and drama of a kingdom ruled by wolves, Mila deals with three alpha princes and their jealous lovers. The race to produce the Ultimate Alpha heir would determine which prince would ascend to the throne as the next king has begun. However, Prince Leonard is against breeding to produce an heir. Mila’s life takes a dramatic turn when the royal court starts to believe that she is the only one who can change the prince’s mind and become his mate.Can Mila resist Prince Leonard’s tempting and seductive charm, or will she end up falling hard on him? How long can the two lovers deny their fate?Unbeknownst to them, the night of the full moon is about to change the fate of their lives forever…My other books: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Lust Contracts, Conquering the Emperor, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King

“While playing a Tsukkur erotic game that I loved, I somehow became possessed. To make things worse, I transformed into a perverted kid—one of the villains from the NTR series.”

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Nascent Soul True Monarch failed in his celestial tribulation and returned to his student days.2013, when the mobile internet was just emerging, amidst the surging tides of the era, a cultivator's daily life.