Cinnamon Bun - Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-One - Ramp Up

No NTR, No Yuri, only pure harem, endless lemons, squirts, moans, and shameless leveling up!“Holy shit… did my hentai just crash Japan?”Kaito Arisaka is a brilliant coder with a dirty secret: he’s obsessed with hentai. One careless mistake changes everything: he accidentally uploads his corrupted hentai succubus game to Japan’s government servers. Fired instantly, he expects ruin however within an hour, the game goes viral, crashing the Internet with millions of downloads per second and making him filthy richThe morning after, Kaito wakes up trapped inside his own game, surrounded by lustful succubi, yandere waifus, and endless temptation. That’s when he realizes he has unlocked the game’s built-in SSS Lewd Skill System. Unlike ordinary systems that grant cultivation or combat powers, the system teaches him how to be lewd, shameless and level up through it's 3 principles: Sex, Squirt and Scream.To unlock new lewd skills, he must get to the top tier of every level and that means more sex, more cum, and more squirts, all translating directly into EXP and more game currency for him.Can this hentai-obsessed coder survive… and dominate his harem game to become the ultimate Incubus God?

What does it feel like to take the young prince who has traveled through a thousand years of time on a parent-child variety show?Mu Ran says: It feels great.The child doesn't need much care.And he can help me clear my name.Before the variety show aired:[I still vividly remember the scene where she yelled at my brother on set!][Haha, the director team is impressive for inviting this ancestor. Hope her yelling won't constantly flood the live stream!][Is she even fit to bring a child? Is she here to present a negative example?]......After the variety show aired:[Director Mu, you are my god!][Wuwuwu, the little guy is so well-behaved and handsome, I can't tell if he's my internet son or my internet husband.][You beasts, all coveting the little guy. I'm different, Director Mu, please marry me, I love you ahhhhh!!]......Mu Ran scrolls through Weibo and likes a friend's post, appreciating her courage to propose.A certain man sees this and says sourly, “Stop thinking about others. You can only be my wife, we have the red marriage certificate, legally protected.”Mu Ran rolls her eyes.It's enough that the Empress sent the little angel child here.How could she also send a man over?Truly...Happy.

God plucked one of his creations from his first Earth and gave him a second chance in another one of his Earths...surprise it is in DxD! Now reincarnated as a perverted side character how will our poor protagonist handle his new identity? Well he probably wont make the choices you will want him to, that's for sure!

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.