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

Sacred Lust Continent, Southern Lust City.

As the sun dipped under the horizon, the chicken in the backyard clucked around the feed that someone had thrown around. Beside it, Liyue stood, a long stick in her hand as she impassively trained in spear art. She was already a High Proficiency practitioner of the art.

Her movements were like a gentle bird, her hands an elegant display of fluidity. Sweat matted her forehead, her black hair floating behind her as she practiced different forms and ways of offense. Preciseness, quickness, reach. Strength and unpredictability.

Spear was all those things. For an Awakened, her Spear was nearly perfect. For an Awakened, she was far beyond the average; she was highly nurtured in the path of the spear. There was nothing in the world that any normal mortal could do that she couldn't do; she had ingrained all sorts of spear moves into her body.

First Trial of the Seven Trials and its Reward