Perverted_Fella

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse?

Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence!

Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied.

However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System.

[Ding!]
[You have acquired the Cuckold System]

[The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination]

[You have become a dedicated follower]

[By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger]


"I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!" 

[Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?]

Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare.
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Tags: Slice of life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, fellatio, cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood manipulation, Gore, Familiars, and Mutants.
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Note: The MC didn't acquire the system in the early chapters.

Mc is not getting ntr'd.

 MC is not getting cucked or getting stolen from. He'll be the one to steal from people.
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I Shall Cuck Everyone

I have to admit, Avril must be quite talented since I wasn't able to notice when she swapped with her clones. Their seamless transition leaves me momentarily awestruck, but I quickly regain my composure. After nodding my head to her words, Avril steps forward, presenting a gadget with the number 30 boldly displayed on it. The device emits a faint hum, drawing my attention to the digital countdown.


"Is that not the timer?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued by the ominous display.


"This," she says, her voice laced with urgency, "is the timer. It's counting down the number of lives left. I think each participant has one,"


"A fearsome swordsman has been wreaking havoc, leaving a trail of death in his wake. He's responsible for the demise of my teammates, and now he's coming for us."


Avril Cross