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My Mother My Teacher

CONTENT WARNING This story contains explicit sexual content, including: Graphic depictions of sexual acts Taboo relationships (mother-son intimacy) Explicit language and descriptions Adult themes and situations This is a work of FICTION. All characters, events, and relationships depicted are entirely fictional and not based on real people, living or dead. READER DISCRETION ADVISED This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. If you are uncomfortable with any of the above content, please do not proceed. Summary: Haruki is a college student who has never had a girlfriend, from high school to now. Kyouko notices that he always ignores women and assumes he's awkward or perhaps nervous around girls. Worried about his future, she consults Haruki's father, only to be dismissed and told to handle it herself. Determined to help, Kyouko decides to boost his confidence so he can interact with the opposite sex without issues. Her plan: an intensive summer course to teach him how to talk to girls, hold conversations, go on dates, and understand them better through roleplay, private LINE conversations, and practice dates. But there's one problem Kyouko doesn't realize: Haruki isn't shy. He's selective. He only feels completely at ease talking to his own mother because his standards for a woman oddly match Kyouko's own qualities. As Kyouko takes matters into her own hands, she discovers that helping her son navigate romance requires more emotional intimacy than she expected. As their "lessons" become increasingly realistic, both mother and son find themselves approaching lines they should never cross. How will she teach him to connect with other girls when his comfort zone begins and ends with herself, and when their "practice" starts feeling more real than either of them anticipated?
Celine_Cheng · 83k Views

Cursed Alpha's Witch Luna

When her boyfriend invites her to his hometown for his parent’s anniversary, Lyra imagines a quiet trip, a weekend of polite introductions and good food. Instead an attack shatters the town's peaceful facade. Out of the shadows, another pack descends, and in an instant, the humans around her transform, shifting into wolves right before her eyes. What should have been impossible unfolds in the span of a heartbeat. The world Lyra thought she knew crumbles, and in its place stands a truth more terrifying and beautiful than anything she could have imagined. And then comes the most unsettling realization of all, only Lyra could have stumbled into this world. The town is invisible to normal humans. No one else can see it. Which means Lyra is not normal at all. Drawn deeper into the conflict between rival packs, Lyra begins to sense something stirring within herself. A power she cannot name. A history she does not yet understand. The town sees it even before she dares to believe it—the mark of someone who belongs to a different kind of bloodline, one just as ancient as the wolves’. But with her power still dormant, and her place between humans and wolves uncertain, Lyra must confront the question she’s avoided her entire life: who is she really, and what is she destined to become? -------- Alpha Cyrus is haunted by a curse as old as age itself. Long before he was born, his once-great pack, vast, prosperous, and united was broken apart. Wolves who could no longer bear the weight of the curse abandoned his ancestors, forming a rival pack that has grown into his greatest enemy. Where there was once strength, there is now division. Where there was once family, there is now war. He grew up in the shadow of that history. He saw the curse not only as tragedy but as weakness. Generations of wolves had been destroyed by the curse, brought to ruin when bonds were cut short, undone by grief when fate turned cruel. To him, the mate bond was nothing more than a poison disguised as love. He swore he would never allow it power over him, and he despised those who had lost themselves to it. Until Lyra Winters. The moment their paths cross, everything he thought he knew shatters. She is his mate. His. And with her comes a truth he never wanted to face. The bond is real, its pull undeniable. For the first time in his life, Cyrus understands the grief of those who came before him, because he can finally imagine what it would mean to lose her. But the curse that tore his ancestors apart is still alive, and the rival pack born from that division is rising stronger than ever. War is coming. Cyrus must fight not only to protect what remains of his people but also to shield Lyra from the fate that has destroyed every mate before her. For the first time in generations, he refuses to accept the ending written for his bloodline. For Lyra, he will fight the curse. For her, he will lead his pack against the wolves who once called his family their own. Because this time, he will not let history repeat itself. ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.
Meekasa · 13.4k Views

Neighbour's Club

Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.
TokyoSan · 99.9k Views

Reincarnated as the Demon King’s HR Manager

Synopsis I burned out so hard at 29 that I straight-up died from karoshi. One minute I'm face-down on my keyboard, the next a glowing contract pops up in front of me: Job: HR Director for the Demon King Army Pay: 7,000 souls a month + killer benefits (literally—resurrection included) I figured it was some fever dream and signed anyway. Big mistake. Or maybe the best one ever. I wake up in a throne room staring at the actual Demon King—stupidly hot, zero social skills, and looking at me with these big pleading red eyes like a lost puppy with horns. “Please,” he says. “My generals keep rage-quitting. The heroes won’t even raid us anymore because everyone’s too depressed. Fix the vibe or the whole prophecy tanks and we’re all unemployed.” Great. Now I’ve got this weird System handing me skills like Performance Review Stare (makes people spill their real feelings), Mandatory Sensitivity Training Aura (forces toxic demons to behave for five minutes), and Hostile Takeover (Of Emotions) (yeah, I can basically HR-mediate someone’s soul). So here I am, turning the most dysfunctional evil empire ever into something that actually runs—team-building in lava pools, exit interviews with archdemons who flip tables, performance plans for literal world-ending monsters. Meanwhile, the big bad Demon Lord? Turns out he’s just awkward, lonely, and kinda sweet under all the doom-and-gloom. And the more I fix his mess, the more I catch myself staring back at those crimson eyes a little too long. Fixing workplace hell was supposed to be my ticket to a quiet afterlife. Instead I might be accidentally romancing the Final Boss everyone’s meant to hate. Reincarnated as the Demon King’s HR Manager Corporate isekai where the scariest thing isn’t the demons—it’s bad management. And maybe falling for your boss.
AladeFarouk · 2.2k Views