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TRAP ACADEMY: THE DEMON PRINCE’S PLAYGROUND

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TRAP ACADEMY: THE DEMON PRINCE’S PLAYGROUND (Working title, maybe... whatever, you’ll see) In a world wrecked by endless war, humanity’s been pushed deep underground, hiding out in crumbling colonies while mythical creatures rule the surface above. Their last shot at survival? An elite—and honestly kind of messed up—institution called Trap Academy, where they train “duel cultivators”: warriors who tap into elemental magic through the fusion of Yin and Yang energy. But this ain’t your typical magic school. The road to power here runs through forbidden rituals, taboo intimacy, and dangerously tight bonds between students. Becoming a hero means more than just slinging spells—it means giving up parts of yourself you didn’t even know were negotiable. Milo, a reluctant lottery pick from one of the poorer colonies, is thrown into this world with nothing but hope and a promise to protect the people he left behind—especially his best friend Zana, a goblinoid girl he grew up with. But the second he steps into the academy, it’s clear things are twisted. After a cryptic induction ceremony, Milo and the rest of the new students start changing—submitting, obeying, and feeling things they shouldn’t. Unbeknownst to them, the academy is under the influence of an ancient force: the Demon Prince of Lust. He feeds off their desires, their sins, and their pain. And the more they lose themselves in pleasure and power, the stronger he becomes. This is a dark fantasy smut novel for those who love the messy stuff—power struggles, forbidden romance, corrupted innocence, and yeah… a lot of freaky, experimental smut. Poly ideals, no gender boundaries, mystery, magic, and secrets that go deeper than the academy’s roots. Fair warning: This story contains explicit content—graphic sex scenes, violence, dark themes, and emotionally chaotic relationships. If that’s not your vibe, it’s cool. Just drop it and move on. No need to be a dick about it. But if you are into weird, wild stories with mystery, multiple lovers (both gay and straight), and scenes that get real freaky—from orgies to sex-offs to kink discovery and emotional rollercoasters—then welcome aboard. I gotchu. Everything in this story has a reason... I’m just not telling you what it is yet. That’s for later. So if you’re curious, confused, or just here for the chaos, you’re in the right place. No offense to anyone, any group, or whatever. This story came from a late-night dare, and now I’m stuck writing it instead of my zombie evolution novel because I lost a bet. If I don’t finish this, I owe my friend $100—and as a broke-ass college student? Hell nah. I’m making this work. Any tips, ideas, or help are more than welcome. Otherwise, thanks for checking it out, and if you’re just here to enjoy the ride—love you, stay chill, and let’s get weird.
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