Little Miss Devil: The President’s Mischievous Wife - Chapter 324: I Can Give You a Full Body Inspection Anytime

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique “Slumber System” gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, “aggressive coziness” isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little “peaceful revolution” is a threat to their entire “kill-stuff-for-profit” business model.But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】In the untamed and brutal world of the Stone Age, 22-year-old Welheim Tonali finds himself equipped with a twisted gift: the Pervert System. This system thrives on his most primal urges, rewarding him with Pervert Points for every erotic act he commits.Welheim becomes excited thinking about whether this world even has a concept of cheating on a husband. He wonders if he can have sex with someone's wife in front of their husband and play innocently with them, showing them various sex techniques and even taking their assholes, teaching them that it can be used for things other than defecating.[ Pervert System ][ Transmigration Successful ][ Found.... The Pervert Host ][ Loading System..... Successful ][ Pervert System ]Name: Welheim TonaliAge: 22Skills: NoneAbilities: NonePervert Points: NoneSystem Storage: [Gift Pack X 5]STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying corresponding Pervert Points.The system includes a Store, where anything from food and clothing to skills and abilities can be purchased using Pervert Points.As Welheim navigates this harsh landscape, he uses his ability called Eyes of Perversion, which allows him to see exactly how many points he will earn by touching and teasing various parts of a woman's body.This ability reveals potential points floating above women like a perverse aura, guiding his actions and fueling his predatory instincts. The more intimate and explicit the act, the higher the reward, driving Welheim to push the boundaries of his erotic conquests.The Magical Tool, a reward from the Pervert System, is a versatile and powerful tool that can transform into anything Welheim desires. Whether he needs clothes to blend in, weapons to assert dominance, or tools to create comforts that mesmerize the primitive people around him, the Magical Tool adapts to his every need, giving him an unparalleled advantage in this primitive world.Welheim becomes a master of seduction and manipulation, using his modern cunning to exploit the innocence of the cavewomen. He starts with seemingly innocent touches, his hands lingering on their skin, his fingers brushing against their most intimate areas. His Eyes of Perversion guide him, showing him the most lucrative spots to touch and tease. He whispers promises of pleasure and excitement, gradually leading the women into his web of desire.Welheim's conquests become increasingly vulgar and explicit as he explores the depths of his debauchery and corruption. He corrupts innocent cavewomen, making them surrender to his debauchery and transforming them into willing participants in his twisted fantasies.Through his manipulation and dominance, Welheim ascends to become an immortal being, ruling over the world and indulging in his carnal desires with the tribal women, ensuring his legacy of lust and power endures.In this explicit and erotic tale, Welheim Tonali's journey is one of survival, manipulation, and the abuse of power. With his Eyes of Perversion, he sees the world through a lens of lust and desire, using his perverse abilities to ensure his dominance in the Stone Age. It is a story of unbridled lust, deception, and the lengths to which one might go to ensure their own survival and pleasure.Welheim's conquests become increasingly vulgar and explicit as he explores the depths of his debauchery and corruption. He corrupts innocent cavewomen, making them surrender to his debauchery and transforming them into willing participants in his twisted fantasies.Join Welheim's wild ride through the Stone Age, where he fucks his way through the hottest babes of the time.

Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all.To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns.But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan.Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright.And that was it.Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war.But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now.~~~ | ~~~“Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe.Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie?When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true!However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence.Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next.“Fuck. You smell so good.”Oh heavens.This was worse than I thought.Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck?