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The Profane Dungeon Is A Trap!

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.

YokoyokoRPG · Fantasy
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84 Chs

Not So Scary Anomaly

Ayssa kept on examining the visitor, even though this person was none other than Azel.

It was just that, there was something that screamed directly to her instinct to not open the door for this person.

'Something is wrong…'

The first sign was subtle, almost imperceptible—a flicker in the periphery, a shadow lingering just a fraction too long. One might have dismissed it as a trick of the light or an overactive imagination, but then there was the smile. 

Ayssa had only seen the entirety of Azel's face when she took out her mask to take a bite of the leftover meal, but she couldn't help to notice it.

It was her smile, itt stretched a touch too wide, teeth glinting under the fluorescent hallway's light, while she donned a pair of eyes that weren't crinkling in that familiar way.