Ani_On_Fire

(Warning! Extreme levels of puns intended!)

Living in poverty and never having the chance to enjoy his youth, Alan died in an unexpected incident.

He then wakes up to find himself as a side character in the novel he read as a child.

"Welcome, chosen one! This is the world of Arcana!"
"You have been bestowed with the title 'Girlfriend Thief'!"
"Make the target woman submit to you using only your tongue and steal her from her boyfriend!"

Will Alan be able to survive in this world of magic and monsters, using his new virile body?
 
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Additional tags:
Smut-- Magic-- Handsome Male lead-- No NTR (only Netori) -- No Yuri --Vampire girls -- Elves-- Monster girls -- Demon girls -- Angels -- Dating simulator system -- Mind break

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"Some people think that money, power and looks is all it takes to keep their women from leaving them." 

"Some people think that women like gentle, kind and caring boys."

"Some people think that any sort of roughness is a turn off."

"But you are an exception, aren't you?"

~ Rosalind Stewart to Adam

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This novel does have action but most of it involves smut :D
Reader discretion advised.

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Villain: Girlfriend Thief

Rosalind put her knees on my tummy and used her wings like a gravity defying airplane to pussy-dive directly on my semen trade center.

I damn near died because of her religious loli pump.

And the pump was extra strong since she used all the rotten air pressure inside the room to increase the force of her petite hips.

"How…hah… is it?" Rosalind spread out her black angelic aeroplane wings and looked enchantingly at me.

She appeared like an omnivorous menace, ready to fly high with my dick and deliver it at the gates of hell.

"Is… the… time 9: 11?" I let out a sorrowful cry.

"No, it's ..ah..8:46 in the morning." Rosalind flapped her pitch black sleeper cells.

"Then it's amazieeeeennnng-" I did my best to reply but..

Terrorist Bombing