FailedChef

[Mature novel containing NETORI not NETORARE, Also there is a lot of sexual content in this novel, so please prepare for that.]

Allen wakes up in a new world, but not your average “I’m a hero now” fantasy—nope, this world is full of hot beastkin babes, seductive elves, and spicy situations that he never asked for. With no memory of how he got there, and no clear path to fame or fortune, Allen discovers a few wild abilities that’ll make you squirm in your seat.

When he realizes he can make women fall for him with just a few sweet words or the flick of his—well, you get the idea—things get out of hand fast. Turns out, the ladies in this world are more than happy to share their affection with a guy who knows how to use his mouth (and other parts). But there’s a twist. Allen’s mission isn’t just to woo them—he’s taking them.

From beastkin to elves, noble women to princesses, Allen’s on a mission to steal them away from their husbands, boyfriends, and anyone else who thinks they’ve got a claim. His skills? Let’s just say they’ll make you blush and beg for more.

[MC is not an ugly bastard and the MC will become strong enough to consider as a force of nature.]

NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

The morning after the Great Moanening™, Allen woke up with his face still buried between two extremely smug Fina boobs.

Fina stretched and yawned, giving zero consideration to the man trapped in her cleavage. "Mornin', sunshine~"

He peeled his head up like a man emerging from a very soft coma. "Did we survive last night? I swear I heard someone climax so hard they fainted into the cooking pot."

Fina smirked. "Zena. She's fine. Smells like soup now, though."

Allen rubbed his eyes, then paused. "Wait. What day is it?"

Fina rolled on top of him, pinning him down like a horny weighted blanket. "It's Trade Day Eve."

She propped herself up and booped his nose. "Tomorrow's the monthly trip to the human town. You, me, and some of the hunters are gonna go sell all the goods—pelts, herbs, bones, beaks, mana crystals, the usual."

Forbidden fabric