WoodenPaw

[Warning: Mature content, R-18, Sexually explicit content.]

LISTEN UP, YOU THIRSTY DEGENERATES! YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS SH*T?

Forget all that watered-down, fairy-tale bullsht you’ve been spoon-fed. 

You still here? Well, guess what—you’re about to step into a world where the only rule is to fck sht up and survive. You got demons crawling out of hell and humans so degenerates, they’d trade their own mother for a shot at power. This ain’t no noble quest, it’s a f*cking bloodbath—and you better be ready to get drenched in it.

Here’s what you’re about to dive into:

• Demons so fine seductive they’ll make you forget what’s right or wrong—who cares when evil looks this damn sexy?
• Humans? Hah! They’re more fcked up than the demons! You think they’re the good guys? Guess again, dipsh*t. They’re here to carve out their own slice of hell, and they don’t care whose throat they gotta slit to do it.
• Battles so savage, you’ll be choking on blood—if you’re lucky. If you ain’t? You’ll be crawling through the mud, beggin’ for someone to finish you off. Spoiler: They won’t.
• Lust? This ain’t romance, you dumb fck. This is raw, filthy, boner-breaking need. Warriors in the heat of battle, ready to fck or kill, sometimes both. And trust me, they don’t care if you watch.

"Holy sh*t, I don’t know who’s worse—the demons or the humans!" — Some pervert who thought he was ready for this trash fire.

THINK THAT’S IT? HELL NO, YOU DIRTY BASTARD!

• Twists so fcking brutal they’ll rip your soul out and use it for target practice.
• Choices so fcked up you’ll wish you never had to make ‘em—but guess what? Nobody cares what you wish for, bitch.
• A world so black, so hopeless, even the demons are lookin’ for an exit—and there ain’t one, motherf*cker.

FINAL WARNING: This ain’t a story for the weak, the clean, or the sane. We got gut-wrenching violence, straight-up vulgar dirty f*cking, and choices that’ll make you puke. If you ain’t down to get your soul violated, turn around and get the f*ck out. This is the point of no return.

#DemonsWantBloodAndAss #WuxiaWithZeroF*cks #MoralityIsForTheDead #ThisIsYourNewHell

Disclaimer: This story will ruin you. Side effects include sleepless nights, uncontrolled boners, and the overwhelming urge to f*ck, fight, and die all at once. Proceed if you got the balls for it—or not.

Cover Art AI Generated.

Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

The pain is now real, no more it feels like pleasure.

He felt alone, abandoned. He wanted to call out to her, but the silence was too loud, broken only by the sound of Hei Fei bathing.

He couldn't keep his eyes open; exhaustion finally won.

He drifted off to sleep, the intensity of the night still buzzing inside him.

He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, what Hei Fei's plans were, or if he'd ever see her again.

But for now, he was content to just rest, to try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions he'd been through.

I was lying on my bed, my mind still fixed on that Iron Fang woman, Hei Fei.

Xue Ling, lying beside me, noticed my disturbed state and came closer.

"Is it still aching?" she asked tenderly, her voice laced with guilt, as if it were her fault.

My heart melted at her gentle tone.

Forty Eight -(R18)