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Aísē: My Five Supernatural Wives

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(つ・・)つMature Reader Advisory The Protagonist: Well-mannered and stoic. He's accessible, but guided by a moral code that's constantly under fire. The Rules: Absolutely No NTR. Valerian is the only one in the picture. The Content: High-intensity Yandere dynamics, Incest themes, and frequent "Lemon" content. Read at your own risk. Join the Empire's Discord: discord.gg/3PU2YmjKgN Support the Chaos on Patreon: patreon.com/Empire_of_Vanity If you are still fine with all these warnings then go ahead.... Short Sypnosis: Valerian liked his life like he liked his coffee: black, bitter, and enjoyed in absolute silence. A man of impeccable manners and icy detachment, he was a master of keeping the world at a polite distance. He didn't want a throne, and he certainly didn't want a harem. But when a supernatural ritual glitches under the hand of a meddling "Author," Valerian’s quiet life is ground to dust. He didn't become a monster. He stayed Human—but a Human now surging with the clashing, potent bloodlines of five ancient races. .... ........ Long Sypnosis... Through a cosmic error, Valerian has become the ultimate biological prize. He is now soul-bound to five beautiful women, each a powerhouse of her race, and each possessing a terrifyingly singular obsession with their new husband: The Vampire: Who finds the intoxicating blood in his veins more addictive than any kill. The Werewolf: Who senses the Alpha's essence within him and refuses to let go. The Witch: Who views his body as the ultimate battery for her forbidden arts. The Succubus: Who sees a soul refined by discipline as the sweetest meal of all. The Druid: Who perceives him as the raw, pulsing heart of the natural world. .... ....... Valerian isn't "hard to get"—he's a gentleman, after all. But while he is quick to adapt, he is a man of firm morals. As the five bloodlines within him begin to harmonize, his polite exterior is under siege by primal instincts. He is forced to navigate a domestic battlefield where his ethics are tested by the "affections" of five Yandere wives who would rather break him than share him. He isn't fighting to save the world; he's fighting to keep his soul intact while his body demands he surrender to the chaos. .....
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