Naruto: Chronicles of a Fire Ninja - Chapter 194 - 192: Pain of Truth (part 1)

As a reward for preventing the assassination of the current king, Rou Coral is rewarded with becoming and escort of the Royal Princess Reaina who the boy adores so much. Thus begins his new life of servitude under his beloved high-headed Princess full of happenings and happy little accidents. Surrounded with Busty Head Maid, young Loli Princess and a Childhood Friend Maid, for the boy knight today is yet another day of struggle in this womanly paradise!!

After an unfortunate encounter with Truck-kun, Kieran Darkmoon suddenly found himself transported to a world full of women, where men are as rare as a unicorn and the cultivation game is anything but straightforward!With a lewd system that rewards him for getting frisky, Kieran quickly learns that pleasure is the path to power! From racy encounters with sect elders to sneaky adventures in the weapon pavilion, every sexy escapade earns him points—and who doesn’t love a good point system? As he navigates his way through a harem of powerful women, bizarre quests, and comically awkward situations, Kieran is determined to rise above his circumstances (and maybe get some snacks along the way).Join Kieran as he juggles dual cultivation techniques, earns outrageous bonuses, and uncovers hidden treasures—all while trying to stay out of trouble (and in others pants!). With epic battles, outrageous rewards, and enough steamy moments to keep you blushing, “Lewd System in a Cultivation World Filled with Women” is a hilariously naughty adventure you won’t want to miss! Buckle up for a journey where every encounter is a chance to level up in more ways than one!

Wen Er girl is unparalleled in beauty, but when people mention it, she has to sigh because she was born dumb. Unexpectedly, one day, the second girl Wen, who fell from the wall and hit Prince Jing’s body, suddenly spoke.

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