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Dual Cultivation: Conquering My Stepmother & Building My Milf Harem

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Kai died an average man and woke up in a brutal world of Cultivators and Immortals. He has no talent, no money, and no background. He is destined to be trash. Until the [Supreme Dual Cultivation System] awakens. While others train until they cough blood, Kai only needs one thing to level up: Women. The more beautiful the woman, the higher the XP. The more forbidden the target, the greater the reward. From his voluptuous Step-Mother who sleeps in the next room, to the arrogant Academy Teachers, the holy Goddesses, and the mature Aunts of the noble clans—no one is safe. "System, what is the fastest way to reach the Immortal Realm?" [Answer: Inseminate the Divine Empress.] Kai smirked. "Challenge accepted." Warning: This novel contains: Ruthless Protagonist (Weak to Strong) Hardcore Dual Cultivation (Detailed & Intense) Heavy Taboo (Stepmom, Stepsis, Milfs, Aunts) Monster Girls & Elves Huge Harem (Gotta catch 'em all!) Read at your own risk. The cultivation session is about to begin. AUTHOR'S NOTE (IMPORTANT): NO NTR. This novel contains ZERO Netorare. The MC will never be cuckolded or betrayed by his women. However, this novel features heavy Netori (The MC steals the wives and fiancées of other men). The MC is the predator, never the prey. **You can read 10 Advanced Chapters right now on my Scrollstack, weeks before they are released on Webnovel or Scribble Hub! Link is in my Profile Bio!**
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