(In addition to the feminized Pokémon, all the necessary anime and game characters will also be added, including but not limited to Sirona, Kamizree, Lily and Ersamine, Hikaru, Haruka, Mei, Qishu, Marie, etc.) Good news, I have traveled to the Pokémon world and inherited a farm. Even better news, the cheat code has awakened, and a system for dropping entries has been obtained. However, the way to obtain these entries is a bit wrong. Gardevoir, who has become a nymphomaniac and is obsessed with getting close to her trainer. The ultimate car, a giant Dragonite wearing a cheongsam, black stockings and a sexy butt. Darkrai, who is a yandere with a strong possessiveness and can't let go of the Black Hole move. The Eevee sisters, who are divided into eight equal parts and have very different personalities. Bai Ye looked at them, all of whom have been feminized, and the rules that require in-depth communication to obtain entries, and a big question mark popped up in his head. Is your Pokémon Farm serious? (For details about the feminization issue, please see the comments on the launch)

[Female-dominated society, male-subordinate relationship, yandere dynamic, multiple female leads, prince of a fallen kingdom, strategy guide, all female leads are virgins, not a soul-transmigration story, no spoilers]

(The rating is low because it just came out, but it will rise later!)

When Shen Qing woke up, he found himself transmigrated into the female-dominated game "The Chaotic World" that he had played before, and became the tenth prince of a kingdom that had just been destroyed.

In this world where women are superior to men, men are merely appendages of the strong, and his devastatingly beautiful face has become the prey that everyone is vying for.

He was captured, imprisoned, and wantonly humiliated.

The haughty female general pinched his chin and sneered: "A prince of a fallen kingdom? Nothing but a plaything."

The madman, criticizing the leader of the demonic cult, locked him in a cage, saying, "This face is only fit to be seen by me."

The cold-blooded strategist used him as a pawn: "Want to live? Then obey me."

...

In order to survive, Shen Qing had no choice but to swallow her anger and drink the milk they offered, pretending to be weak and vulnerable.

Until one day—

He wiped the milk stains from the corner of his lips, slowly raised his eyes, and smiled dangerously:

"I didn't have a choice before..."

"Now, it's my turn!"

This book is also known as:

After becoming the prince of a fallen kingdom, enter the defeat CG.

Today, I am also wreaking havoc on the court.

Your Majesty, even a monarch must attend court in the morning!

"After being captured, the female general forced me to drink Mengniu milk!"

"A monster is eating people! A monster with tentacles! Run!"... Karl gazes into the distance: "I think this evil god still retains some charm~"... Diary, Continental Calendar Year 97, May 15th, The evil god's taste is quite good. PS: Related splash screen cover sponsored by One Percent Mobile Games

My name is Xu Zhouzheng, an ordinary psychology graduate, but due to an accident, I became the first male psychologist at Sugar Heart Women's Prison.

This place holds the most dangerous female prisoners:

The beautiful murderer

The mature female doctor who was imprisoned for framing

They were irritable, dangerous, and disobedient, giving the two female wardens a major headache.

Until that day, I awakened the [Female Prisoner Correction System]:

"Ding! Reward: Female Prisoner Intelligence Skill"

"Ding! Successfully evacuated the prisoners, gained X-ray vision."

Gradually, the rules of the prison began to change, and the once violent female prisoners began to line up voluntarily for "psychological counseling".

The aloof warden knocked on my office door late at night: "Dr. Xu... could you do a psychological evaluation for me?"

"An Eye Demon...it should be covered in eyeballs, right?" Ji Hui touched his face, only able to find two of his own eyes. An Eye Demon should be the kind of monster that terrifies even adults, right? Looking at the cashier girl's sweet smile, Ji Hui smiled back. An Eye Demon should be the kind with deformed, grotesque appearances, the kind that are indescribable, right? Looking at the perfectly normal young man in the mirror, a question mark popped into Ji Hui's head. An Eye Demon should be the kind that can shoot lasers from its eyes, or have the ability to mentally corrupt its targets, right? Looking at the group of magical girls slumped on the ground, their faces dazed, Ji Hui couldn't help but rub his chin slightly. "Something about this Eye Demon's ability is a bit off..."

Zhuang Sen transmigrated to another world, a world where extraordinary bloodlines reign supreme, and the strong can even transform into dragons and titans, capable of taking on thousands single-handedly. But Zhuang Sen was dissatisfied. What were mere dragons compared to dragon girls? "Monster Girl Development System, activated!" he thought. Thus, a devout and holy nun transformed into the alluring and massive snake girl Lamia; a quiet young scholar became a languid and seductive vampire girl; a cunning and shrewish little imp sister became the charming and adorable Happy; a haughty princess became a red dragon girl… From weak slime girls to powerful dragon girls, from holy angels to bewitching demon girls, wherever Zhuang Sen's territory expanded, monster girls proliferated. "What? You say low-level monster girls are too weak, their bloodlines limiting them from ever becoming stronger?" "Simple," Zhuang Sen said, "I'll help them evolve!" With that, Zhuang Sen grabbed a monster girl, and she instantly evolved. And as the light of evolution faded, another hunter joined the hunt. Zhuang Sen, only fit for the strong! Years later, the legendary King of Endurance, the Father of a Hundred Races, and the King of Kings, Zhuang Sen, looked at the monster girls scattered throughout the world and uttered his final words: "Quack, don't mess with it!"

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...