Almighty Video Game Designer - Chapter 1174

What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys?Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other.In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary.If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate.Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

The youthful Qin Ye was born almost a century ago, but thanks to immortality granted to him by the ‘fungus of aeons’ he can pass for a high schooler.

John sacrificed himself to protect Earth and resist the gods, only to be betrayed and killed by his best friend.To his surprise, after death, he was reborn just before the launch of the game “Gods Descend.”In this life, he vows not to let the tragedy repeat!Upon entering the game, John masters the power of reincarnation and unexpectedly awakens an SSS-level talent—“Plunder”!By killing monsters, he can plunder their attribute points; by killing boss-level elites, he can plunder their talents, skills, and special attributes.Killed a tusked wild boar: Physique +1Killed a bloodthirsty wolf: Speed +1Killed an elite boss: Gained 10 skill pointsKilled an epic boss: Gained 10 luck pointsKilled a legendary boss: Gained an S-level talent, Spell Combo...As John grows through killing, when the game merges with reality and the gods descend, they finally realize that there is an existence on Earth that they cannot provoke.John: “I will only make one move. If you survive, you may leave.”In the next second, the ultimate forbidden spell activates: Ragnarok!

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”