WoodenPaw

[Warning: Mature content, R-18, Sexually explicit content. 100 Chapters done.]

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.

"We?" Hong Yin's face fell, sadness creeping into her voice. "We… we can't go with you."

I'd kind of expected that. Still, it felt like I was losing something important.

"Don't be sad, honey," she soothed. "We exist on different planes, under different heavens, with our own tasks to complete."

She smiled. "Of course you can, but not now. Let us incarnate in the mortal lands first. Then, we will find you."

Hong Yin stepped in close, her breath warm against my skin. She took a slow, deep sniff of me—so teasing, so intimate, I nearly lost control.

"...By scent," she whispered, voice dripping with seductive confidence. "No matter where you are, I'll find you."

I swallowed. "And her?" I glanced at Jiu Yin.

Hong Yin smirked. "She's not going anywhere. If I left her behind, she'd chase after me and make a mess of things. Might as well take her along and put her to use."

Ninety One.