MTL - Eighteen Years Old - Chapter 108

The Domain Of Gods exists!

For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up.

And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods!

When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem.

Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life!

But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile.

Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

Ye Yun traveled to the Star Railway World and obtained the “Shop of All Worlds” system.Through this system, Ye Yun can sell items from across different worlds and invite guests from other realms to visit the Star Rail.His first encounter is with a space traveler named Stelle, and soon... many new experiences begin to unfold.Each time the shop's turnover reaches a certain amount, Ye Yun receives a reward from the system.

“What’s my class?”[Beast Tamer – Class E]“..Seriously?”Lee Min-Jae was a workaholic with no social life who died slumped over his keyboard. When he opened his eyes, he was in an RPG-like world — but with the worst class imaginable: Tamer.Tamers were seen as useless. Weak. Limited to disloyal, expensive-to-keep wild monsters.But he wasn’t just any fool. He was a systems-obsessed gamer, an expert at finding exploits and shortcuts.With his cold, analytical mind, he chose to break the game’s rules — by leveraging the most reviled mechanic of all: contracts.Where others saw abomination, he saw an exploit. And he was ready to turn the worst class into something unbeatable.---------------This story have:[Adventure][Smut][MSmut] (no NTR).[Harem][System / LitRPG][Strategy] - cold planning, exploiting mechanics, creative use of abilities.[Cold and Calculating Protagonist] – no naive romance.[Worldbuildin] – rules, politics, economy.[No NTR] – the protagonist is not betrayed, no passive humiliation content.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”