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I Shall Cuck Everyone

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse? Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence! Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied. However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System. [Ding!] [You have acquired the Cuckold System] [The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination] [You have become a dedicated follower] [By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger] "I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!"  [Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?] Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare. ========================= Tags: Slice of life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, fellatio, cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood manipulation, Gore, Familiars, and Mutants. ------- Note: The MC didn't acquire the system in the early chapters. Mc is not getting ntr'd. MC is not getting cucked or getting stolen from. He'll be the one to steal from people. _________

Perverted_Fella · Fantasy
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357 Chs

Triumph and Farewell

As the battle reaches its climax, Arthur raises his blood-stained sword high, severing the head of the Astral Lamia queen with a swift and decisive strike. The queen's lifeless body crumples to the ground, her menacing presence finally vanquished.

Breathing heavily, Arthur feels the immense weight of his actions as the adrenaline begins to wane. The blood sword Excalibur, a testament to his prowess, drains his Mana Cells, leaving him weakened and exhausted. He staggers backward, his legs giving way beneath him, and he finds himself sitting on the blood-soaked ground.

His teammates gather around him, their faces a mix of surprise, awe, and concern. They exchange glances, silently acknowledging the remarkable display of power and bravery they have just witnessed. Yet, in their weariness, they refrain from questioning Arthur. They understand that in the face of such overwhelming odds, sometimes sacrifices must be made.