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OBEY: The Domestication of Asset 42

OBEY: The Domestication of Asset 42 Yura Kim was a goddess of the digital age. A Korean American Instagram sensation with millions in the bank and a body designed for "thirst traps," she ruled her empire with a toxic, untouchable pride. Her thin waist, expansive hips, and legendary bust were her weapons, and she used them to humiliate every man who dared to cross her path. But when her latest ex-boyfriend—tired of her venomous arrogance—sent her a link to an invitation-only "refinement facility," Yura found herself drawn to a dark, visceral promise she didn't know she craved: The need to be absolutely dominated. She entered the facility as a queen, expecting a luxury retreat. She found instead a clinical, high-tech factory of total human reconstruction. The Descent into the Disobedience Wing Yura’s journey began in the Disobedience Wing, the facility’s brutal filtration system. Her "welcoming ceremony" was a sensory-shattering introduction to her new reality: stripped of her agency, blindfolded, and gagged, the million-dollar influencer was forced to eat off the floor like a common animal while being spanked into a state of sobbing compliance. Through the grueling trials of The Stocks and The Rod, Yura was subjected to intense endurance tests that pushed her physical and psychological boundaries to the breaking point. She was no longer a star; she was raw material. The Disobedience Wing wasn't meant to train her—it was meant to see if she was even worth the effort of being broken. The Elite Refinement of the Obedience Wing Having survived the filtration, Yura has ascended to the Obedience Wing, where the "art" of her domestication truly begins. Here, the stakes are lethal. Under the proprietary, iron-cold gaze of her Master, she has been rebranded as Asset 42. In this cavernous hall of obsidian floors and mechanical joints, the trials are no longer private struggles—they are communal performances of submission. The Relay of the Rod: A motorized endurance test where her throat and lungs are at the mercy of a machine, all while being evaluated by a council of elite Trainers. The Survival Game: A high-stakes elimination where fifty of the world’s most beautiful women compete in the mechanical stocks. To fail is to be demoted back to the Disobedience Wing or, worse, to be Banned for Life—cast back into the world as a ghost of a failure. The Masterpiece of Flesh and Silk Dressed in a curated uniform of white cotton, black miniskirts, and red CK lace, Yura Kim is being systematically unmade. Her vanity is being replaced by a desperate, shimmering need for her Master’s approval. She is learning that the only thing more addictive than the adoration of millions is the heat of a single man’s pride as he stands over her sweat-slicked, bound body. OBEY is a professional, high-intensity exploration of a proud woman’s journey from toxic idol to a silent, perfected tool. It is a story of heavy timber and high-tech chrome, of five-inch spikes and silk ropes, and the terrifying beauty of a woman who finally discovers that her greatest power lies in her total surrender.
Nathan_Meendering · 12k Views

SSS-Rank Glitch: I Can Duplicate Anything

✰ Synopsis ✰ The S-Rank raiders left the corpses where they fell. Didn't even bother looting them. Typical. Kian crouched beside the dead guild leader, some arrogant prick named Gareth who spent two hours talking about "bait having a leash." Now Gareth's got a claw through his chest and a face that says the universe owes him an apology. Kian takes the sword. Plain steel. Soul-Bound to a dead man. Useless to anyone else. Or it should be. His HUD flickers. His HUD never flickers. Cheap piece of shit, but it's a reliable cheap piece of shit. [SYSTEM ERROR: DUPLICATE COMMAND DETECTED.] The sword's still in his hand. No red text. No warning. He checks his inventory. Two swords. Same name. Same stats. Same soul-bound tag. Kian's heart does something weird. Not fear. The opposite. That quiet electric jolt when you find something you were never supposed to see. He touches Gareth's armor. S-Rank Plate of the Iron Covenant. Unique-grade. Three sets in the whole kingdom. Eight months of hunting for this one. Duplicate. Nothing happens. Then he checks his inventory again. Two chestplates. Identical. Same scratches. Same glow. Same impossible existence. Kian sits there in the blood-soaked corridor, surrounded by corpses who treated him like garbage disposal, holding two pieces of armor that shouldn't exist. The Guild Masters spend fortunes on single artifacts. Wars are fought over Unique-grade items. The Emperor's whole power base? Owning the only copies of certain weapons. And Kian can just... make more. He strips the body. Duplicate. Duplicate. Duplicate. Thirty steel swords. Forty health potions. A ring that boosts strength by 200%. Another ring that does the same thing. Another ring that does the same thing. Gareth's corpse ends up naked. Kian pulls up his status screen. Rank F. Class: Scrap Collector. Wealth: 0 Gold. He laughs. Hollow. Echoes off the walls. Zero gold. Holding more value than half the guilds in the capital combined. The System doesn't know what to do with him. It's got rules. Chains. A whole economy built on scarcity. And he's a bug in its code. A voice echoes from deeper in the dungeon. "Gareth? You get that core yet?" Kian looks at the two chestplates in his hands. Then at the naked corpse at his feet. Grin spreads across his face. Slow. Sharp. Not entirely sane. He tosses one chestplate back on the body. Just to watch them figure that out later. Then he walks toward the exit, inventory bulging with things that shouldn't exist, and starts thinking about how badly he's about to break this world. Let's see how fast this fucking system lags.
Zojo_AEO_X · 100 Views

Ben 10: It's Hero Time

Genre: Action | Adventure | Comedy | Harem | Sci-Fi | AU | System Synopsis: Ben, a perfectly average college student, was bored and rewatching Ben 10. After some time, he went to sleep, never expecting his life to change forever. He wakes up in a strange void with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: He can reincarnate in a world of his choice… or leave it all to a gacha spin. After some time, choosing the gacha spin, he watches curiously as it stops at Ben 10. Choosing a character, he spins the wheel again, and the name Ben Tennyson shows up. Even better? He’s not alone. He has a System. Not just any system— The Best Assistant System. •Guides him through missions and choices •Rewards him with skills, items, and unexpected bonuses •Unlocks hidden functions through actions, decisions, and interactions Reborn into the Ben 10 universe—but not as some random background character—he finds himself in a world where some things have changed, characters are different, and things are definitely not supposed to happen like this. With knowledge of future events, access to powerful aliens, and a system that clearly doesn’t care about balance, he’s ready for everything: Vilgax? Strong—but not worth mentioning. Highbreed? Threat level rising. Multiverse is in trouble again? Yeah… that’s not new. And then there’s the other problem… As bonds form and relationships grow in unexpected directions, his journey becomes more than just saving the universe—it becomes a chaotic mix of battles, choices, and consequences that even he can’t fully predict. In a world of heroes, aliens, and endless possibilities… He’s the wielder of the Omnitrix. Ben Tennyson. !!! WARNING !!! Some elements in this fic may not be for everyone. This story includes : Mature themes Harem elements Complex relationships ecchi moments Possible yuri elements( Maybe ) Gender Bender Kevin ( Keva ) ★ Reader discretion is advised. If you’re uncomfortable, feel free to skip or stop reading. Additional Tags:- System / Game Mechanics AU (Alternate Universe) Overpowered MC Multiverse Elements Harem Comedy Action Author Note:- This is an original fanfiction .It is not a translation. If you don’t enjoy this type of story, feel free to skip. DISCLAIMER :- This is a fanfiction based on the Ben 10 franchise created by Cartoon Network and its creators. I do not own any of the original characters, settings, or concepts. This story includes alternate timelines, system mechanics, and non-canon developments for entertainment purposes. Characters may behave differently from their original versions. If you're looking for strict canon, this may not be for you. If you're here for a fun, system-powered twist on Ben 10… Welcome aboard.
Dark_Soham_9304 · 12.2k Views

Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200% Rebate System

Aurora Waters was overwhelmed with despair when she faced the truth about her family. She had been born into a family of villains. Even worse, her family had an unhealthy obsession with faking their identities. They took “Fake it till you make it” so seriously that it usually ended with them getting killed! Her oldest brother pretended to be a CEO just to mess with the female lead, but that backfired when the male lead showed up and threw him out. Her second brother? He was an obsessive lover who pretended to be a wealthy second-generation heir—until the real heir ended his life. Her third sister? She faked being an heiress to manipulate the second male lead but ended up being killed by him. Her fourth sister? She faked an illness to attract the third male lead’s attention, only to die from a real one. Her mother? She put on a facade of being a kind and loving mom but ultimately met her end at the hands of the male lead. Her father? He pretended to be a powerful tycoon but lost his job and was drowned by the second male lead. And Aurora? She planned to impersonate the daughter of the richest man alive, but if things went the way they always did in her family, she’d probably meet her end by accidentally falling down the stairs. However, there was one glimmer of hope in this nightmare: she had a 100% rebate system that rewarded her for spending money on her family! [Beep! You bought an eraser worth 1 dollar for your eldest brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] [Beep! You bought a candy worth 1 dollar for your second brother! 2 dollars have been credited to your bank account!] Aurora’s eyes sparkled as an idea took shape. She began spending on her family like crazy to rake in cash. [Beep! You gave a bun worth 20 dollars to your childhood crush! 100 dollars has been credited to your bank account!] Aurora: …! That’s walking money! What Aurora didn't expect, though, was that she would end up becoming one of the technology big shots herself, in the end.
LittleRabbit1111 · 1.2m Views

Loomlines: The House of Threads

In the coastal town of Kannur, where monsoon winds rattle ancestral roofs and sacred Theyyam flames burn against the dark, the Raman family has woven cloth for generations. Their loom has outlived storms, political uprisings, and shifting governments. It has survived hunger. It has survived pride. But it may not survive change. As the 1990s usher in liberalization, Gulf migration, and the slow collapse of the handloom economy, the threads that once held the Raman household together begin to strain. Raman, a traditional weaver bound to land and ritual, believes inheritance is duty. Fathima, a schoolteacher who understands silence too well, knows survival requires flexibility. Sameer, restless and ambitious, leaves for the Gulf — trading sea breeze for desert heat and family for remittance. Devika, brilliant and defiant, dreams of a life beyond inherited expectation. Money begins to flow. Authority begins to shift. Faith begins to fracture. Political tensions simmer in Kannur’s streets. Ritual becomes spectacle. Migration becomes identity. The ancestral house, once unshakable, becomes contested ground. Across two decades of monsoon seasons, departures, funerals, betrayals, and reluctant reconciliations, The House of Threads traces how a family’s private fractures mirror a region in transformation. Because inheritance is not land. It is memory. It is silence. It is the tension that holds — until it doesn’t. In this sweeping first installment of the Loomlines saga, Vishnu Prasad crafts an intimate, unflinching portrait of a coastal family standing at the edge of modern India — where every choice pulls a thread, and every thread reshapes the pattern.
K_Vishnu_Prasad · 6.8k Views

SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP!

"Life and death are patients on my operating table." - Bruce Ackerman. **** Bruce Ackerman, an SSS-Ranked Surgeon and the No. 1 medical genius in the world, was transmigrated into another realm against his will… In this new game-like world, the Akashic Codex governed all. It was fair yet merciless, granting trials to the Awakened, rewarding achievements, and bestowing titles that could grant unimaginable power. Upon transmigrating, Bruce awakened an EX-Class: Godly Healer. But unlike ordinary Awakened who relied on repeating the same system-given skills, Bruce chose a different path. With the knowledge, traits, and discoveries of his past life, he refused to be bound by limitations. Why spam the same ability endlessly, when he could create new, overpowered skills - each one a masterpiece of surgical genius? --- 【You’ve created the SSS-Rank Skill: Restorative Detonation!】 【You’ve created the SSS-Rank Skill: Vitality Collapse!】 【You’ve created the SSS-Rank Skill: Mirrored Surgeon!】 【You’ve created the SSS-Rank Skill: Venom’s End!】 With each creation, Bruce Ackerman carved his legend deeper — a Godly Healer who refused the limits of the system. Armed with surgical genius and unrivaled power, Bruce set out on a path to dominate both life and death. "If Healing can restore, then healing can also destroy." .... #Healer #Weaktostrong #faceslapping #GeniusMC #Doctor #Overpowered #Bloodpumping #System #Game-likeWorld DISCORD https://discord.gg/fxuPGb78jk
Overinspired_Chef · 1.5m Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 121k Views