FamishedGod

A person who had been considered trash all his life. A person who had only been cared for by his mother and no one else. A person who didn't have a Spark where everyone else did—a person who couldn't cultivate.

That was... Han Li.

Yet, on his 18th birthday, everything changed! 

He was on the roof of his home, frolicking with his mother as usual, when he was gifted something by her—a blank and incomprehensible notebook that she had bought from a scammer.

No, it was not blank, not incomprehensible to him; it was as clear as daylight. 

Others couldn't see the words written there, but he could see them, and he was stunned—the inheritance of the Sacred Demon of Lust. 

And thus began Han Li's rise. 

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[Warning – Mature Content and Taboo Relationships.]

[Explicit R18]

What should you expect from this story?

A Harem with fleshed-out characters. As for the number of women, the core harem would be under 20, but he would have more women.

It is especially a story for the MILF lovers out there. 

The MC is a decisive and demonic person who knows what he's doing. SO, HE IS NOT A PASSIVE SLOG!

Expect no cliché overload. Even if some things seem cliché, they won't be in the long run. There would also be a fun power system to explore.

Plot, plot, characters, power system, and nice world building. What else can you ask for? Jump in!
Of course, women. Ladies, all with their own characters, personality, and beliefs. Especially lots of love for the Mother!

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(No NTR: MC's women would not be touched by any other man.) 

(No, Yuri: MC's women won't play with each other.) 

(No R***: Obviously).

My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

The majestic sun peaked from the canopies, and the misty lands brightened up. The verdant canopies of leaves trickled down gentle drops of water while some birds flew off their nests in search of some morning prey.

Southern Lust City was as calm as any other day. In the city's heart, the vendors got busy setting up their stalls early in the morning, while in the Starlight Zone, a similar thing happened.

The children were still asleep in their homes under their thick blankets and certainly were not yet playing tag like usual. It was way in the morning. It was five o'clock!

The lazy bums of the city and the young men who were looked down on and called lazy bums for being unable to find a good job were the same, sleeping comfortably in their beds while deep in the embrace of their comfy blankets.

Absolute