The Evil Villainess' Sweet Love Story

Link for images: https://discord.gg/gsAVk6Fp One random Tuesday, every XX-chromosome person just vanished—no explosion, no aliens, just poof. Every remaining guy instantly shrank 70% downstairs (goodbye big dicks), but their asses ballooned into massive, jiggly, shelf-like bubble butts. Horniness went nuclear with almost no outlets, so the world flipped: bottoms worshipped the rare 3-5 inch kings, anal orgasms ruled, and nonstop fucking killed all violence. Femboys accidentally solved world peace. Link for images: https://discord.gg/gsAVk6Fp

In this world where dungeons and monsters invaded, only awakeners could enter the gates, clear dungeons and save humanity. Lucien Valerius transmigrated into this new world— as an ordinary landlord owning a tiny, tattered house. Oh, plus an arrogant teen tenant. But so what? As long as the rent money was there, even if the world ended, Lucien doesn't care! Until a gate opened in front of his house and monsters broke out. His beloved house was about to be gnawed bare. And his tenant didn't pay rent. All hell broke loose. Lucien awakened on the spot! DING! [You have awakened as a Dungeon Landlord (Myth)] Instead of becoming a hunter— his house became a dungeon. Every night, his house was dragged to the Death Zone full of wild dungeons and monsters. The only way to survive? Evolve his house— no, his dungeon. DING! [Dungeon successfully acquired] While others raid dungeons, Lucien acquired them, adding more dungeons to his territory. DING! [Synthesize is available!] Combine two dungeons, create a new one with brand new monsters and resources! DING! [You have signed a new tenant: ?? Rank Vampire] [You have unlocked a new facility: Blood Pool] Level up strange tenants. Use their skills. Summon them! Soon, top hunters and guilds begged to be his tenant. Elite clans and governments eyed his house greedily. But Lucien's power came with a price. If he wanted to grow stronger, prepared or not, every month— He had to open his dungeon to the world. Let the hunters in. DING! [Dungeon raid will start in 3...2...1...]

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

After her death, Lilith awakens in a world where fourteen billion players struggle for survival, power, and the right to continue existing. Over Ten million of them have become Demon Lords, each building their own race, their own territory, and their own army. Demonic Dragon Knights command vast legions, Vampires rise to build empires, and Lords of Catastrophe leave nothing but ruin in their wake. Yet Lilith enters this world as the Primordial Succubus Monarch - and quickly realizes she cannot walk the same path as the others. Instead of endless armies, she is given only three succubi, each unique in their own way, and the system permanently seals her ability to summon more. In a world where power is measured in numbers, such a gift feels more like a death sentence than a blessing. If she wants to conquer this world, she will have to take armies from other Demon Lords, grow stronger despite her limitations, and prove that a demon of desire is not meant only to seduce - but to fight. And above them all stand the Heroes… beings created for one purpose alone. To hunt and kill Demon Lords like her. And Lilith would soon realize… that neither Heroes nor Demon Lords were the true predators of this world. *** You can support me on Patreon: https://patreon.com/TorqQ

What is science? Science is the methodical pursuit of knowledge through observation, experimentation, and reasoning, bridging the gap between theory and reality, and connecting the present to future aspirations. Science is a process of constantly negating itself, constantly proving itself, and constantly advancing. The Magic Gods in Toaruverse, the Gods and Demons in Little Garden, the Ixseed in No Game No Life, the Heroic Spirits in the Nasuverse... Everything from the past awaits overturning by the future; so-called definitions forever await new truths. This is the story of someone transmigrated to Academy City, becoming a scientist and Level 5 esper, who through endless "calculations" ascends to become the Science God. “When all processes are completed, the predetermined result will naturally arrive."

They say meeting your soulmate is destiny, a beautiful collision of two worlds meant to be together. ...But why did my "fated encounter" have to be a head-on collision with Cassidy Valentine, the most hostile, entitled, and terrifying girl at Hartwell Academy? And why did it involve ruining her limited-edition blazer with cheap bodega coffee? I'm Isaiah Angelo. I run on three hours of sleep, instant caffeine, and the desperate need to secure a future for my little sister. I don't have time for drama. I definitely don't have time for romance. So, naturally, the universe decided to play a cruel joke. I didn't just make an enemy of one rich girl. I stumbled into the lives of four. The Valentine Quadruplets. Identical faces, four distinct flavors of trouble. Now, I’ve been hired as their live-in personal assistant. I’m trapped in a mansion with the four most desirable—and impossible—girls in the city. Cassidy, the "Problem Child" who has sworn to make my life a living hell. Harlow, the overly affectionate airhead who thinks snacks solve all emotional trauma. Vivienne, the ice-cold perfectionist who wants to micromanage my breathing. Sabrina, the silent observer who looks at me like I’m a puzzle she’s dying to solve. The pay is life-changing. The job is suicide. Can I keep my scholarship, raise my sister, and manage the chaos of the Valentine household without losing my mind? I have a mountain of debt, a schedule from hell, and four billionaire heiresses who suddenly seem very interested in the "scholarship boy." This isn't a job. This is a survival horror game wrapped in silk sheets. WHAT TO EXPECT: - Ecchi Situations: The Valentines have zero concept of personal space, and the "accidents" are frequent, spicy, and very visual. - Harem Romance: Four identical sisters, one tired protagonist. The competition is fierce, the tension is high, and the jealousy is real. - Competent Protagonist: Isaiah is smart, hardworking, and sharp-tongued. He isn't dense; he's just too exhausted to deal with their thirst. - Class Gap Dynamics: A gritty look at the difference between the struggling working class and the absurdly wealthy elite. - Heartwarming Family Moments: Because behind the fanservice and comedy, Isaiah is doing it all for his little sister.

Enor. A world of ceaseless rain, where steam rises from the land in a slow exhalation, as if the planet itself breathes in torment. The dark heavens weep, the ground smolders, and amid it all, a boy sells himself to chains. Merrin Ashman walks into slavery—not for survival, nor profit, but out of fear. Out of shame. His hands are stained with his brother’s blood, and the weight of that sin crushes him. He does not weep. He does not rage. He is too much a coward to take his own life, yet too hollow to live without purpose. He does not seek redemption. Not yet. But he yearns for something—some task, some meaning, some distant thing to justify the ruin he has wrought. And fate, ever cruel, answers. By chance or divine will, he snaps at the cruciform. In that shattering, something awakens. A power, terrible and vast. He becomes a caster, one who moves the symbols. And with it, revelation: a destiny sought through time. El’Shadie. The title lingers like a question. A savior or a scourge? A harbinger of ruin or the world’s last hope? He does not know. But the path is before him. A path through a world of shadowed faiths, churches and warring clans, of casters wielding forces beyond reckoning, of monstrous fallen things clawing from skies. And this time, the El’Shadie must choose what he will be. join my discord for more information on Hearthsoul Chronicles related things like the wiki, maps, character art, etc https://discord.gg/xy7KuN7R6F

Transmigrated as the Saiyan Turles, he was originally destined to be a minor villain. However, everything changed when he awakened the "Attribute Collection System." By scavenging stats and drops from Goku and Vegeta on the battlefield, he rose from the Battle of Earth to dominate parallel universes including GT, Super, and AF. With the integration of multiple systems like "Deep Blue Stat Point Allocation" and "Per-Second Passive Growth," Turles eventually ascends to the rank of Grand Chrono-Official. Now standing far above the Grand Priests and King-tier deities, the so-called "God-Kings" of other planes are nothing but ants to be crushed at his whim.

Yuto’s head felt a little buzzing. He served as regent in Fontaine for more than four hundred years due to his real talents and the little cakes favored by the gods. But...what does this mean? Panoramic live broadcast? Character popularity? What’s the point of this weird panel? My background? The secret of time travel? What the hell is going on here? Also, where do these people who are chasing me crazy in the barrage come from? Are you crazy or is this world crazy? --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

I transmigrated into the worst possible world of One Piece: a Celestial Dragon slave, a mermaid hybrid, and marked on my collarbone. But I know that in the West Sea, there is a blue-eyed girl on the run. So when I was twelve, I found ten-year-old Robin, gave her a bag of bread, three Berries, and a sentence she spent her whole life proving: "Knowledge is innocent." Then I turned around and joined the Navy. I was taken away by Vice Admiral Tsuru to become his disciple, trained by Vice Admiral Garp, and nurtured by Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I climbed to the position of general, my hands stained with countless lives, and built my web of power. I thought I could control everything, until the peacock died in my arms. From that day on, something shattered completely. His naval colleagues began privately referring to Admiral 'Cloud Fox' as "the silver-haired mad dog." It doesn't matter. I would rather become a disciple of the Five Elders, the Financial Martial God, and become Im's sharpest proxy, than hide my ambitions and purposes in the vortex. Hancock loves me, Vivi falls for me in a political marriage, Nami says my embrace is the only safe haven, Perona only stops having nightmares in my arms, and Reiju chases me from dreams into reality. But every night, I still touch the burning mark below my collarbone and think of those pale blue eyes in the granary. Robin, wait a little longer. Wait for me, this mad dog, to... tear the old world apart for you.