The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere - Chapter 47 - 38. I kissed you! That way you will remember me for a lifetime (please follow and read)

A high school student that has lived as a mob-character ―― Mimori Touka

This is the world of Spirit Beasts where humans can forge contracts with Spirit Beasts or command them in battle, or har...

I opened a rehabilitation center with all my savings for supervillains after realizing that my superpowers could help the society better this way. I want to change the violent and destructive villains into law abiding people.And I ended up staying true to my goal but in a different way.Warning --This novel has smut but not smut focused. Has Plot and story, developing relationships. Though it may feel a but slow in the start it will pace up soon.Harem.No hypnosis, No systemSmut. A lot in later chapters.No NTR.18+

BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.