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

All over the Sacred Lust Continent, people stood frozen and in fear. One by one, they started to get wrapped up by the red veil like a chain of smoke, and as all of them nervously waited, as if a cold demonic maw hung on their necks, it happened.

The first it happened to was a baby. Just 6 or 7 months old, the little thing rose to the skies alongside the smoke, but his parents could do nothing except watch as he floated up, slowly and gently but somehow untouchable, as if he had turned into a ghost.

But the baby boy was not alone; more soon followed. The less you weighed, the sooner you rose. As panic, screams, and shouts rang rampantly, the people who rose continued to rise, and in the thick red light, their silhouettes vanished.

Jumping into a Demon's Mouth