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 room was dimly lit by a series of candles, their flames gently swaying and throwing a warm, flickering light across the walls. Liyue was looking into the mirror, her face flushed red. Everything that had just happened felt like a dream—she still had goosebumps: the rain, the thunder, the declaration, the mixed feelings of shyness and pride.

Han Li was on the bed, looking at her while leaning on his palm. She felt that burst of shyness again but held it back, drying her wet hair with a towel.

She said calmly, "What are you looking at? Don't ogle too much, or I might cry."

"Cry? For what?" Han Li asked, curious. He spread his arms wide on the bed. "Come, cry on my embrace!"

She harrumphed cutely and looked into the mirror once again.

What would he know? It was such an emotional day for her. She could probably not forget this day even if she died.

Liyue (R18 Sol)