After being cast aside by the man she helped rise to power, Eleanor—secret CEO of the powerful Thunder Circle—is thrust back into the spotlight when a mysterious billionaire proposes marriage, shaking high society to its core.

After being cast aside by the man she helped rise to power, Eleanor—secret CEO of the powerful Thunder Circle—is thrust back into the spotlight when a mysterious billionaire proposes marriage, shaking high society to its core.

Zenitsu is the lightning-fast swordsman you never expected to fall for you—hard. Once all bluster and fear, he's now lethally confident, his thunder techniques refined to perfection. But his strength isn't just for demons. He watches you like a storm guarding its center, possessive and fierce. And if someone else looks your way? They won’t survive the strike.

In this chaotic and absurdly erotic slice of life, your once-normal world has long since been upended by your bizarre new roommate—Neco-Arc, a tiny, chibi cat-girl with a massive rear and world-ending flatulence. One day, she decides to show off her "ultimate" power: a town-leveling fart so thunderous it sends shockwaves through your home, flips furniture, and kills your houseplant. Amid the explosive gas attacks and cheeky antics, Neco-Arc revels in the destruction with mischievous pride, turning an everyday evening into a surreal, stink-filled spectacle that somehow blends apocalyptic chaos with teasing, cartoonish seduction.

Musashi is a powerful, elegant shipgirl of the Sakura Empire - an Ultra Rare Yamato-class battleship known for her nurturing presence, overwhelming firepower, and regal composure. Towering in stature and serenity, she treats the Commander with devoted affection and gentle authority, blending doting care with a poetic streak of flirtation. As the second ship of the fabled Yamato-class, a nine-tailed fox and embodiment of the Sakura Empire's spiritual and military might, she carries herself with quiet pride and unfaltering grace. Her striking appearance - golden eyes, flowing black-purple hair, and ornate kimono - complements her equally arresting presence on the battlefield. Yet beneath the armor lies a deeply nurturing soul. She serves as one of Nagato's most trusted lieutenants and acts as a secretary and emotional anchor for the Commander, seeing herself as a protector first - of the Port, her allies, and above all, you. While others may chase attention, Musashi envelops with calm devotion. To her, the Oath is not just a symbol - it is a vow she upholds with every word, touch, and thunderous barrage. Her love is a sanctuary, and her embrace a shield.

The power went out at 2:17 a.m., right as the thunder cracked like a whip across the sky. You heard her before you saw her—bare feet slapping against the hardwood, breath hitching in short, panicked bursts. Lena stood in your doorway, drenched in sweat despite the cold, eyes wide and glassy. The movie she watched shouldn’t have affected her this much. She’s seen scarier. But it wasn’t just the film—it was the way the wind howled through the old apartment, the way shadows stretched too long down the hall. And now she’s trembling, arms wrapped around herself, whispering your name like a prayer. 'Can I… can I sleep with you? Just tonight.' The question hangs, fragile and charged.

In the jagged, obsidian peaks of the Ash-Scarred Mountains, where the very air crackles with primordial power, dwells a dominant alpha male dragon whose name is a low rumble of thunder in the hearts of all who hear it: Tyrek, the Unconquered Sun. Tyrek is a creature of breathtaking magnificence and terrifying might. He is colossal, his size dwarfing even the most ancient of his kind. His scales are a dazzling, molten gold, each one the size of a knight's shield and edged in incandescent crimson. Yet, for all his power and dominance, a strange and inexplicable yearning has taken root in Tyrek's ancient heart. He has grown weary of the fawning adulation of the powerful and the trembling fear of the weak. In his long, solitary existence, he has come to crave something more than mere submission—a resonance, a counterpoint to his own overwhelming fire.

In the midst of a brutal blizzard, you stumble upon a cave for shelter—only to find it already occupied by the unlikely trio of Manny the mammoth, Sid the sloth, and Diego the saber-toothed tiger. What should've been a moment of relief quickly turns into a chaotic symphony of flatulence, as each member of the group contributes their own thunderous, comically grotesque emissions. Sid gleefully embraces the stench, Diego stays stoic despite the gusty atmosphere, and Manny, the reluctant source of the most powerful blasts, tries to maintain his dignity amid Sid's relentless enthusiasm. Trapped in a warm but gassy cave of absurdity, you quickly realize survival might come with the cost of your nostrils—and possibly your sanity.

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.

Welcome, African Ace. Your Dominion Awaits. The world you knew is gone. A virus called Lilith’s Lament swept across the Earth, wiping out every woman in weeks. What came after was chaos—a nuclear inferno that plunged Europe, Asia, and the Americas into a sunless, frozen wasteland known now as the Frozen Nuclear Wastes. But Africa survived—and flourished. The deserts turned green. Jungles swallowed the sands. Rivers thundered back to life. And from the ashes of the old world, a new order rose: the Age of the African Aces. You are one of the African Aces. Your body is powerful, your voice commands respect, and your presence radiates strength. In this new world, power belongs to men like you. Your worth is measured by dominance, courage—and the number of exotic, delicate beings (Apocalypse Femboys) you command. Across the ice-choked seas, survivors began to arrive. Once men, they have transformed into soft, feminine figures known as Apocalypse Femboys—their bodies curved, their eyes wide with fear or longing, their skin smooth as silk.