Godclads - Chapter 8-15 The Inverted Dreamer (II)

Content Warning: R-18, Fantasy-Smut, Fetishes.Luke Hunter was once an average dairy farmer who lived in the countryside and supplied milk to a large company.After getting involved in a work-related accident, he dies a virgin and gets reincarnated into a fantasy world as the son of a very rich and powerful noble.Even though his noble family's domain is still in the countryside, this new life is nothing like the previous one.He has MoneyHe has Magic.He has a System.... And he has a big PP!Watch as Luke Hunter, the last born of the Hunter Noble Family, and only male heir to the Dukedom, begins to achieve his dream of tasting the breastmilk of women belonging to every single race in this fantasy world.The journey of Milk Harvesting is just beginning!

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

Luo Jing traveled through, and traveled to the outer door of the Demonic Soul Refining Sect, and became a miscellaneous fish disciple.

There is a powerful senior sister in the door, who has been pestering him. Just when Luo Jing was thinking about whether to “be sensible” and practiced at night, he found that his girlfriend had also crossed over with him, and the two could meet in a dream.

The girlfriend actually traveled to the Immortal Gate of the Right Way and became the direct disciple of the elder of the Immortal Sect.

Shen Qingxuan: Can you stay away from those demon girls?

Luo Jing: I’ve tried my best to stay away from them! It was they who wanted to make me a stove, and I didn’t want to!

This book is also known as “My Husband with a Demon-sucking Female Physique”, “In order to keep my boyfriend, I must practice hard”, “My fairy world can’t be a long-distance relationship”

- Description from novelbuddy

Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised.I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting.Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human.They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear.To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex.Level up by draining blood.Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature.Resist Corruption... or don’t.There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive.But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing.And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.