Slice of Life

An anthology of Femdom / Futa on male short stories. Inspired by some of my favorite works of hentai art.

Note: The kinks and themes differ from story to story. Not all tags apply to each tale.

Lucas, who was reincarnated without his memories as a half-beast in a world of magic and swords, finds himself in crisis with his new identity.

Born into a family with a loving mother, a twin sister who is strangely overprotective and attached and unbeknownst to his father, he doesn’t know what to do.

Follow him as he accepts his new identity, adapts to his new world, and is corrupted along with his loving family into a forbidden but pleasurable world – incest.

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*** This is a femdom hard story with no harem, you have been warned ***

Don’t let the Dungeon of Smut fool you;
Beyond the fluffy bedsheets,
Beyond the soft rugs,
Beyond the never ending fornication,
Beyond the young, naked flesh;
Something truly macabre awaits.

Monster Girl Codex:

Arc 1:
Dragon-Girls || Dark-Elves || Rat-Girls
Lich-Girls || Cat-Girls || Succubus
Fox-Girls || Kraken-Girls

Arc 2:
Arachne-Girls

Harem story set in a fantasy world. Contains smut, shape-shifting slime girls, pregnancy, and incest. Should not be read by anyone. Period!

Teenage monster tamer, Cole, is forced to move away from the city when the family business of selling tamed slimes grows too popular. He leaves behind his almost girlfriend only to find several new ones waiting for him on the edge of the Slime Forest.

[ Ding! You’ve just rejected the most popular girl in school, 10 more are after you! ]

Meet Yuuki Tanaka, an ordinary high school student with extraordinary luck when it comes to girls.

He unknowingly unlocks an app on his smartphone which may be a curse or blessing in disguise.

[ Ding! You’ve acquired the Harem Rejection System! ]

Yuuki discovers that rejecting one girl sets off a chain reaction, attracting ten more to pursue him relentlessly.

[ Sleep with 5 girls by the end of the school term and unlock the ‘milf attraction category’ or don’t and have 50 more girls chasing after you! ]

[ The captain of the volleyball team is obsessed with you! ]

[ Aiko pleasures herself with your pictures at night! ]

[ The mother of the football team’s star player is interested in you! ]

[ The star idol of a popular band is into you, reciprocate her feelings! ]

On one hand, he enjoys the attention and adoration from the bevy of beauties vying for his affection.

On the other hand, he struggles with the guilt of hurting those he rejects…

So, why not accept them all!

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Other tags: Netori, Smut, Yandere, Hand-holding!

Jon gains the power of the Netori-NTR system. He’ll use it to take revenge, gain power and money, and have his revenge on all the people who humiliated him, offended him and powerful families with all the money.

Jon will achieve his dream to be a CEO of a big MNC with multiple wives in this fantasy-urban world.

I died. Heaven’s automated system tried to process my soul.

I refused.

The system couldn’t handle the contradiction. It broke, rebuilt me as something wrong, and ejected me into another world before it could fix its mistake.

Now I’m learning to serve tea while managing the minor complications of being an apex predator who feeds on life essence, processes emotions in alien and fundamentally broken ways, and accidentally creates absolutely loyal servants through corruption seeds.

I saved a slave and took him as my master. My relationship with him? It’s not servitude. It’s obsessive devotion that doesn’t follow human logic. He’s stuck with me, even when my actions horrify him.

My master built a maid café to hide me. It worked too well. Now we have twin fox-spirits as family—our bonding involved obliterating hundreds of thousands because someone was rude to my master. Appropriate response, I thought. We have staff bound by seeds that grant immortality and absolute loyalty. We have a border town operation that runs on systematic death and genuine care intertwined impossibly.

I’m OP, cold, and casually commit what humans call atrocities without noticing. My emotions aren’t absent—they’re just eldritch. Inhuman. I fight dragons to protect my coca-cola supply and cry when I drink it. The genocide that happened during all this barely registered. Neither makes sense to me. Why is one acceptable and the other horror?

The body count is significant. The methods are brutal. The loyalty is absolute—magical binding that makes “choice” complicated. But the found family is genuine, and I’m learning what it means to care through stolen emotions and discovered tastes.

This world runs on functional corruption where money matters more than mortality. I’m a monster learning to serve tea while engineering apocalypses. The pastries are excellent.

Welcome to the maid café at the end of the desert. Where service is absolute, consequences are severe, and somehow love still grows in the spaces between atrocities.

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Substantial backlog available (150+ chapters completed).

Content warnings: Extreme violence, mass casualty events, slavery and consent issues, body horror, psychological manipulation, morally complex protagonists. This is dark fantasy with genuine emotional core—not grimdark, not cozy, something between.