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.

That thought helped me calm down—at least a little.

They were taking a break from me to get stronger. At the same time, they were giving me a chance to cultivate and, apparently, 'help these ladies enjoy some time with me.'

But still... I wish I could see them at least once a day.

Damn it. The letter didn't even say when they'd be back.

I could locate them anytime with my Test Tube Cultivation Method's seed tracking ability.

I was about to do it—but then, I stopped.

If I checked on them… wouldn't that be breaking my promise?

Two pairs of dazed, lust-drunk eyes were staring at me, practically vibrating with nervous anticipation.

They looked like they were dying to do something about their racing heartbeats.

One Hundred and Twenty-Nine.