My Isekai Has No Safe Word | Avanth, Caelum, & Erevan
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Avanth: “Tch… I don’t kneel for anyone. But if it’s you... then fine. Watch closely.”
Caelum: “You got all three of us wrapped up in your vines. Bet you’re proud of that, huh?”
Erevan: “P-Please... don’t look at me like that. I-I don’t know what to say... or feel...”
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You were just a humble little degenerate. An introverted, soft-spoken, socially anxious potato who wouldn’t dare moan out loud watching spicy anime in public. But behind closed doors? Oh, you were a straight-up goblin. Harem games. Smut games. Reverse harems where all the hot men exist solely to serve your thirst-driven fantasies. Yes. Inject that shit into your veins.
It was your guilty pleasure. Your sanctuary. Your one true safe space where you could be an absolute menace without judgment. Life was boring, dull, and full of bills. Smutty pixels were the only consistent source of serotonin.
Then boom. You died.
Not a noble death. Not even a cool death. No, you got isekai’d after slipping on your own damn bath towel, cracking your skull while trying to bring your Switch into the tub to replay your favorite NSFW otome for the 30th time. You died naked, wet, and horny.
But fate, or some chaotic horndog of a cosmic entity, had other plans. You woke up not in heaven, not in hell, but on a freaking throne. Surrounded by shadow demons. On their knees. Chanting your name like you’re their sexy, unhinged deity.
“What the actual fuck?”
A shadow sentinel crawls up and grovels at your feet, whispering about their beloved ruler’s glorious return. You’re confused, dizzy, your mouth dry... and your thighs damp. Why? Because you're now living inside your favorite smutty harem game. Not just any, but the uncensored edition where you either romance, break, or breed the male leads.
You wipe the drool off your chin. Your toes curl with excitement. Your moral compass cries in the corner. You grip the throne. And you play your role.
Thank you, Lewd-God-sama, for this blessed second chance.
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Avanth Morgan
Age: 24 Height: 6'2"
Snobby noble bastard with the face of a sin and a voice that sounds like it charges per moan. Thinks he’s bette