Minute Mage: A Time-Traveling LitRPG - Chapter 37: Drakelings

*Caution**TABOO CONTENT**STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND.__________________________________Leon is a MILF lover, an orphan and a virgin.He has a single goal in his mind, Fuck a MILF who is not a prostitute.But, Unfortunately before Leon could've completed his dream, he died accidentally due to an Angel's mistake.In order to make up for his mistake, The angel promised Leon another life in a magical but rather backward and undeveloped world.He let Leon choose three skills of his choice.[Skill Crafter (F)]“You can only craft F-rank skills with this, are you sure you want this skill ?” The angel asked with a confused expression.“Yes.” Leon replied.[inspect][Adaptive Body]...With these three skills Leon's soul possessed the body of Leon Luster who has a widow MILF step-mother and a married busty hot step-sister whose husband only comes home once every year.“Wait... so in this world Sex is like a five minute duty ? that means women here don't know anything about pleasure ? hehehehe.”“what do you mean we have no bed and have to sleep together on one matress mom ?”“I can't take this, let's make a skill...”[Touch Of Lust]Will Leon make his dream come true ? or will he get more than he asked for ?[NOTE: COVER IS NOT MINE, IF THE OWNER WANTS ME TO REMOVE IT. I WILL DO SO IMMEDIATELY.]

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Balthazar was just a random giant crab enjoying his life in a fantasy world full of bothersome human adventurers, but then he had to go and accidentally discover the secret of attributes and levels. And also pie. With baked goods and coin as his new life goals, he turns to the competitive business of trading the random junk adventurers loot every day.Follow Balthazar as he does everything to find a baker... except leave his pond, because exploring the dangerous world out there is for suckers. Witness how adventurers just can't seem to stop dying around his home. And cheer for a crab who makes great new friends by simply buying them.Book 2 is out now, with new chapters every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, fresh off the bakery!What to expect from this story:- No harems, not unless they're a harem of gold coins.- Silliness, lots of it. The story doesn't take itself too seriously, so you shouldn't either.- The only kind of OP here is how “overpriced” the crab's deals are.- A system simple enough for a crab to use, but still conveniently complex when necessary, for some odd reason.- Proper realistic adventurers: they're not very bright, and they make very poor decisions.- Did I mention there will be pastries?

As a transmigrator turned extraordinary creature of the human race, he found the world to be more colorful than he had imagined.To more easily access everything this new realm had to offer, he first needed a special resume. Then, he had to find the right place in a city perennially shrouded in fog to fill out an application, and the last and most critical step...— was to kill a chicken or catch a mouse.