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Author Name: RizzlyBear

Novel Names: The Forbidden Curriculum, Dungeon and Desires,

Novel Links: ScribbeHub

[The Forbidden Curriculum] [Synopsis]:

In the suburbs of a small county town where life moves at a snail's pace, high school student Seo Evan used to live a very quiet, routined life.

His mind always wandering around the fantasies of the women around him.

Sometimes he would fantasize about one girl and another time about another.

Nothing unusual.

After all, he was just at the age where kids would dream about such things (adolescence).

Everything was going well.

His routined life, his wandering mind, and his steamy fantasies.

Life was mundane... until it wasn't anymore.

Evan's very concept of fantasy and reality began to blur when he stumbled upon the First Chapter of the Forbidden Curriculum.

His life took a flip upon reading the Second Chapter.

And after the Third...

Let's say I'm too tired to write anymore.

Just hop in and read the novel.

I promise you won't be bored like a certain Evan Seo.

Fantasy-based Action-packed Drama-Intense Coming of age Steamy Scenes




[Dungeon and Desires] [Synopsis]:
The story follows the tales of our protagonist, Grayson, who, despite being certified by the state as a Hunter with dormant potential, remained a typical nobody in the Hunter world.

At the peak age of 21, which was past the usual age of awakening, he was dismissed and mocked by his peers, colleagues, and society for not being able to awaken his abilities.

Frustrated by his inability to awaken, he raged inwardly and shouted out the things that had been building up inside him for a long time:

"I also want to awaken!"

"I also want to excel, succeed and experience the thrill of a hunt!"

"I also want to walk into a club and have women fawn over me!"

"I also want to experience the rush of a one-night stand!"

But well...

Nothing happened.

Just when he had given up all hope, at that peak desperate moment, the system finally awakened:

[The All Fantasy System has been awakened]

[Establishing Links]

[Configuring Updates]

[Reorganizing Database]

[Installing Packages]

[Configuring Packages]

[Initiating Simulators]

[Visualizing Scenarios]

[The System has finally stabilized!]

[The host can now enter any Movie, Web Series, TV Show, JAV, AV, and much more!!]

 

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The Forbidden Curriculum, Ch 1

It was a typical morning break at Evan's high school, with students milling about and chatting with their friends.

Seo Evan, a freshman, stood out from the crowd, not because of his exceptional academic performance, but because of his towering height of nearly 1.75 meters. He often found himself being the center of attention, especially among his peers.

On that particular morning, Evan chose to skip the break and instead hid in the school's toilet with several classmates, all of whom had a shared secret: they had a penchant for smoking.

The cigarettes, pilfered from home by a boy named Noh Min, were a prized possession among the group. As the son of the deputy director of the county Urban Construction Bureau, Noh Min's family was affluent and influential.

As they huddled together in the toilet, the air thick with the smell of smoke and rebellion, one of the boys suddenly asked, "Noh Min, how's the situation between you and Alison?"

Kang Alison, the most beautiful girl in their class, was the object of every boy's desire. Her porcelain skin and statuesque figure made her the epitome of perfection, and Noh Min had long been smitten with her.

Despite his best efforts, however, he had never managed to win her heart.

"No problem, Alison will be my girlfriend sooner or later," Noh Min declared proudly, but his voice betrayed a hint of unease. "You guys can't steal my girl," he warned, his eyes flashing with a mixture of possessiveness and vulnerability.

"Bullshit," Evan retorted disdainfully, flicking the cigarette butt in his hand into the toilet. "If you don't have the ability, don't blame others. If the boys from other classes get to her first, we'll be the laughing stock."

Noh Min's face darkened, his eyes clouding with worry. He was genuinely concerned that Evan would steal Alison from him, and he wasn't sure how to react.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in competing with you for the girl you like," Evan said reassuringly, patting Noh Min's shoulder. With a sly smile, he unzipped his trousers and revealed a thick, imposing cock. The boys around him watched in awe as Evan shot out a long, straight stream of urine, the force of which was so great that it washed away the wall paint and left a dark stain.

The boys next to him were not to be outdone.

They took out their own cocks and sprayed urine on the wall, but their efforts were feeble compared to Evan's.

Their dicks were smaller, and their streams were shorter and less impressive.

As they stood there, their faces flushed with excitement and their cocks still throbbing with the aftershocks of their urination, Noh Min couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "Damn, Evan, what does your mother feed you every day that your dick has grown so big?" he asked, his voice laced with envy.

Evan chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe it's just good genes," he suggested, his voice dripping with confidence.

Noh Min's face twisted into a scowl, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for Evan's impressive cock.

As he took out his own dick and began to pee, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inadequacy.

If Evan's was a giant python, then his own could only be regarded as an earthworm.

The boys stood there for a moment, their dicks still throbbing and their faces still flushed with excitement.

They knew that they had shared a secret moment, one that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

As they finally zipped up their trousers and left the toilet, they couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie, a bond that was forged in the heat of their rebellion and their shared desire for Alison.

When everyone was busy dreaming about Alison, Evan couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he gazed at his erect penis, its size a mystery to him. He wondered if it was a result of heredity, but his father's passing left him with no one to ask. With a shrug, he tucked his penis back into his pants, unaware of the commotion he was about to cause.

As the music signaling the end of break began to play, several boys hastily exited the toilet, eager to rejoin their classmates. That's when they saw her – a stunning woman under 30, radiating an aura of charm and allure. Her vibrant red dress hugged her curvaceous figure, accentuating her short skirt and long legs. The snow-white, plump flesh of her breasts seemed to tremble with every step, drawing the attention of the boys like magnets. Evan, in particular, was transfixed, his heart pounding in his chest as if it was about to burst free.

As he gazed at Mrs. Jennifer Jang's breasts, his penis, which had softened in his pants, sprang back to life, forming a noticeable bulge. The boys around him were equally entranced, their eyes fixed on Mrs. Jennifer Jang's voluptuous figure. But it was Evan who seemed to be under her spell, his entire being consumed by a burning desire to reach out and touch her breasts.

Jennifer, however, was taken aback by the sudden attention, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of the boys staring at her. Her gaze landed on Evan's tented pants, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly looked away, hastily making her way into the adjacent women's restroom.

The boys, still reeling from the encounter, slowly regained their composure. Noh Min, still in awe of Jennifer's breasts, whispered to his friends, "Damn, Jennifer's breasts seem to have grown even bigger. I bet it's because of Kim Tae-hyun's...ahem...expertise." The other boys nodded in agreement, their faces filled with a mix of excitement and longing. Evan, however, looked troubled, his eyes clouded with a mix of emotions.

As the boys continued to discuss Jennifer's rumored affair with the principal, Evan's thoughts drifted back to the woman who had captured his attention. He couldn't help but wonder if the rumors were true – was Jennifer really the principal's lover? The image of Mr. Tae-hyun thrusting into Jennifer's tender flesh, her breasts bouncing with every stroke, flashed through Evan's mind, leaving him breathless.

But Evan's fascination with Jennifer went beyond mere fantasy. Every night, he would imagine her standing before him, her breasts heaving with every breath, her eyes locked on his. He would rub his penis, feeling it grow hard and thick as he pictured Jennifer's face. The sensation would build to a crescendo, and he would ejaculate thick semen, his body trembling with release.

Despite his infatuation, Evan knew it was impossible for him and Jennifer to be together. He was just a student, while she was a married woman, possibly even involved with the principal. But he couldn't help the way he felt – every time he saw Jennifer, his heart skipped a beat, and his penis grew hard with desire.

As he sat in class, trying to focus on his textbook, Evan's mind kept wandering back to Jennifer. He couldn't help but steal glances at her, his eyes drawn to her breasts like a magnet. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't resist the allure of the woman who had captured his heart.

It was a typical day at Evan's high school, with students bustling about and classes in full swing. The third class of the day was Korean, a subject in which Evan had shown a particular aptitude. Their teacher, Mrs. Lindsay, was a woman in her forties with a certain charm. Although she didn't possess the curvaceous figure of Jennifer, her own proportions were well-balanced, if a tad unremarkable. It was as if she existed in a state of understated elegance, never quite drawing attention to herself.

Evan's gaze wandered to Mrs. Lindsay, who stood at the podium, her eyes fixed intently on the text in front of her. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that she wasn't Jennifer, the object of his secret admiration. Every day, he longed to see Jennifer's bright smile and radiant presence.

As the class drew to a close, Mrs. Lindsay called out to Evan, her voice firm but not unkind. "Evan, come to my office with me, I have something to discuss." Evan's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded hastily and stood up, following Lindsay out of the classroom. It transpired that despite his average academic performance, Evan's aptitude for Korean had earned him the position of class representative.

As they walked, Lindsay led the way, her jeans-clad hips swaying gently with each step. Evan found himself drawn to the subtle curves of her figure, the way her waist seemed to narrow in a tantalizing contrast to her plump hips. He couldn't help but think that, despite her unremarkable appearance, Lindsay had a certain allure that was hard to ignore.

Evan's thoughts turned to the possibilities of a relationship with Lindsay, his mind wandering to the idea of being intimate with her. He wondered if her husband was as attentive as he should be, given her age and, as rumor had it, her strong sexual desires. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he felt a sudden, unaccountable surge of desire.

 

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Dungeon and Desires, Ch 1

As I lay sprawled across my bed, enveloped in the warmth of a blanket, my gaze drifted aimlessly towards the ceiling, a dull, gray expanse that seemed to stretch on forever.

The emptiness within my heart was mirrored in the void above me, a constant reminder of the monotony that suffocated me.

I slowly broke free from the shackles of sleep, my hand instinctively reaching for my smartphone, which sat atop the nightstand, its screen glowing softly in the dim light.

I unlocked the device, and my eyes scanned the screen for the time, the numbers flashing before me like a harsh reality check.

It was already 11 am.

A wave of disappointment washed over me as I realized I had overslept, again.

My mind, still foggy from the remnants of slumber, struggled to shake off the weight of my lack of punctuality.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to clear the haze that clouded my thoughts.

As my senses slowly returned, a nagging thought pierced through the fog: I was late for Professor Han's lecture, again.

I could almost hear the professor's stern voice, reprimanding me for my tardiness.

A sense of resignation settled within me, and I knew I was in for another session of scolding.

My thoughts drifted to the university I attended, Yeoncheon University, and the department I was a part of – the Hunter Department.

A wry smile spread across my face as I thought about the irony of the name.

Despite its comical sound, the Hunter Department was surprisingly popular, and that too for a good reason.

In the world I lived in, individuals with special abilities, known as hunters, were revered as heroes.

Their unique skills and prowess made them invaluable assets to society, and their average earnings rivaled those of top corporate employees.

Moreover, if they were skilled, they could become stars, idolized by the masses and earning fame and fortune on par with celebrities.

The Hunter Department was the epicenter of training and development for these gifted individuals, and I was proud to be a part of it, even if I was still waiting for my own abilities to awaken.

To the outside world, the Hunter Department was a beacon of hope and promise, a place where dreams were woven into reality. The notion was deeply ingrained in the minds of the general public, who saw the department as a sanctuary for those with extraordinary abilities.

However, the truth was far from it.

The Hunter Department was not a place that welcomed anyone with open arms.

It was an elite institution, reserved for those who possessed a unique gift – a gift that set them apart from the rest of humanity.

There were two prerequisites for admission, two conditions that had to be met before one could even think of joining the hallowed halls of the department.

The first was the possession of an ability, a supernatural power that allowed one to transcend the limitations of the human body.

In this world, only those who could harness and wield such abilities were worthy of being called hunters – superhumans with capabilities that defied explanation.

The second condition was more nuanced, yet equally crucial.

It was the potential to awaken one's abilities, a latent talent that lay dormant, waiting to be unleashed.

I fell into the second category, a hunter trainee with a promise of greatness that had yet to be fulfilled.

I was a student of the Hunter Department, but my journey was far from smooth.

"Damn it," I muttered to myself, frustration and desperation etched on my face. "Fck... When the in the world am I going to awaken?" The question echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of my inadequacy.

I had potential, or so I had been told.

The state had certified it, and I had undergone not one, not two, but three physical examinations at different hospitals to confirm it.

Each time, the verdict had been the same – I had the makings of a hunter, but the spark within me had yet to be ignited.

But as I approached my 21st year, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outcast.

I was the only one in the department who had not awakened, a fact that made me feel like a failure.

The weight of my peers' disdain was crushing, the pity of my seniors suffocating, and the indifference of my juniors a harsh reminder of my isolation.

I felt like I was stuck in limbo, unable to move forward or backward.

The only thing that echoed in my mind was a haunting refrain – "Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!" It was a cry that seemed to mock me, a cruel reminder of my inability to tap into the power that lay within me.

I lay there, my body twisting in torment, as the weight of my solitude bore down on me like a physical force.

The ache within me grew more unbearable with each passing moment, a desperate longing to awaken that seemed to consume my every waking thought.

Why did it have to be so elusive?

Others around me had experienced that moment of transformation, their abilities bursting forth like a dam breaking free.

But for me, that moment remained a distant dream, a mirage that vanished whenever I thought I was closing in on it.

A silent scream tore through my mind, a raw, anguished cry that I dared not voice aloud.

I knew the soundproofing in this studio apartment was laughable, a fact that was reinforced every Friday night when the moans of my neighbor's girlfriend echoed through the walls.

I had no desire to share my own frustrations with the world, so I bit back the sound, letting it reverberate through my skull instead.

"I want to awaken toooooooo!" I raged inwardly, the words seething with a mix of desperation and envy.

"I also want to succeed, to excel and to experience the thrill of the hunt! I want to walk into a club and have women fawn over me and to know the rush of a one-night stand!"

It was a tantalizing prospect, one that I knew was within reach for those who possessed the coveted title of Hunter.

I had seen it firsthand – a colleague, barely scraping by as an F-rank Hunter, yet somehow managing to effortlessly charm women into his bed.

The memory of it still rankled, a bitter reminder of my own inadequacies.

"Damn it all!" I cursed, the words spilling out of me like venom.

The more I dwelled on it, the more infuriating it became.

My body began to contort, twisting in agony as I writhed on the bed, lost in a sea of frustration.

And then, without warning, my entire body began to glow with a soft, white light.

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I realized what was happening.

"Awakening!" The word burst forth from me, a mix of shock, wonder, and elation.

Could it be?

Was this finally the moment I had been waiting for?

I sprang to my feet, my heart racing with anticipation as I felt it - the precursor to awakening.

It was happening, manifesting within my body at that very moment.

A shiver ran down my spine as I gulped, my throat constricting with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As I stood there, frozen in anticipation, my body began to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

The radiance enveloped me, casting an otherworldly aura around my form.

Time seemed to slow as I basked in the gentle warmth, my senses heightened as I awaited the revelation that was to come.

The glow lingered for what felt like an eternity before gradually fading away, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive.

I immediately closed my eyes, my mind racing with the possibilities.

The moment of truth had finally arrived.

Upon awakening, one naturally becomes aware of their abilities - the unique gifts that set them apart from the rest of humanity.

As I stood there, my eyes shut tight, I focused on the sensations coursing through my mind. 'My ability is….' I thought, my mental voice barely above a whisper.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

And then, it happened.

A surge of information flooded my mind, the feeling of being forcibly injected with knowledge far from pleasant.

It was as if my brain was being rewired, new pathways and connections being forged at an incredible pace.

I gritted my teeth, enduring the discomfort as the information continued to flow into my mind.

Awakened Trait: The All Fantasy Life

The words echoed through my thoughts, followed by a phrase that seemed almost too ridiculous to be true - 'A life of pleasure, fantasy and desires?'

What kind of ability was this?

I couldn't help but feel a sense of incredulity, my mind struggling to wrap itself around the concept.

But the information continued to flow, more details about my ability being injected into my mind. 'Check the app for details,' a mental voice instructed, the words accompanied by a sense of frustration and confusion.

'What? Damn! What is this?' I thought, my mental voice laced with exasperation.

What kind of ability required an app to understand? I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to become a lot more complicated.

As I stood there, frozen in a mix of shock and incredulity, a string of curses escaped my lips, and my hands instinctively reached for my smartphone.

My fingers danced across the screen, fueled by a growing sense of unease and confusion.

That's when I saw it – an app I had never seen before, its icon a bright "DnD" shape that seemed to mock me with its cheerfulness. "Dungeon & Desires" was its name, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted joke this was.

Was this really how abilities were supposed to awaken?