cherryrose
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119
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17 h, 8 m
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All the senses that had been stimulated just moments ago were now heavily suppressed and pushed back tautly. Feeling a precariousness as if she would reach her peak with the slightest stimulation, Ashin looked down. It seemed quite a bit had gone in, but still not even half of it was inside. She squeezed her eyes shut and went down further. Her sweaty face naturally contorted. No moans escaped her parted lips. Unlike yesterday, the insertion was smooth, but the unfamiliar pressure was entirely new. It…-
70.2 K • Ongoing
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Side effects emerged. Texting addiction wasn't a social problem for nothing. I opened her phone every ten minutes, closed it, and sat up as if I had heatstroke, sighing. I could just throw away the square machine that didn't help me study at all. A small bed dedicated to my phone even appeared next to my bed. The reward for me waiting, filled with repeated dry rubs of my face, came around 2 PM. "It's here!" Graduation was just around the corner. I should be restricting the time I spent with…-
74.6 K • Ongoing
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"Explain." For ten minutes, it was the same situation, the same question. Having succumbed to his unreasonable command, I was dragged to the main hall and sat there, crumpled. "I don't want to." "So, you just don't like me." "Ha." Whether the man knew it or not, he had a coolly handsome face when he kept his mouth shut. Fortunately, as Kang Eui-tae's teacher during the previous summer vacation, I could hold my head high and wield my boldness. Moreover, I knew that he couldn't treat…
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The Undertaker, Jang Heejo. Recently, she learned the full story of how that nickname came about from Kim Kwangsoo. It all happened in this underground club. To celebrate his 20th birthday, Jang Baekjo threw a lavish party. Rumors circulated that the incident started when someone spiked Jang Heejo's drink. Jang Baekjo later claimed it was a new drug from a pharmaceutical company without tolerance issues, one that had completed clinical trials. The problem was that Jang Heejo's mind went…-
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"You seem to like her enough to be conflicted about it?" At Weijin's words, Jang Heejo snorted. Fundamentally, Jang Heejo didn't trust anyone. The place where he grew up had done a damn good job of planting the seeds of distrust from an early age. With a heavy knock, Taekyung entered. "Take everyone who associated and talked with that bastard to the hospital." It was disorienting to be blindsided right after returning from Hong Kong. As Weijin said, he couldn't understand why he…
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He was a man who gave off a similar impression to Jang Baekjo. However, she didn't particularly want to imagine what this man looked like when he wasn't smiling. While talking to the man next to him, he suddenly looked at Baekyoung. He must have noticed her gaze. She naturally bowed her head slightly in greeting. It's in the manual to do that when making eye contact with a guest. "Weijin, let's go this way. I'll escort you." It was Taekyung's voice. He inserted himself between her and the…
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The man hung his wet pants on the clothesline to dry. I passed him as he came out of the kitchen, smoothing the wrinkles from his pants with his hands. I had confidently declared that I would make periwinkle snail soup, but I hadn't even tasted it. I was on my way to the veranda, carrying the clumsily prepared meal. "I'll do it." The man rushed over so quickly his shoes almost came off, and took the tray. It wasn't heavy, and we were close enough to touch noses. The man placed the tray on the…
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74.6 K • Ongoing
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In the old man's room, there was always classical music playing from the radio and a ssanghwa tea with an egg yolk floating in it, ready for him. If those two things weren't in place, the grumpy old man would make the house feel uneasy and noisy all day long. Eui-joo, who didn't particularly care for music or fragrances, couldn't understand the old man's preferences. He didn't know any singers' names, and he was grateful just to have soap to wash with, let alone perfume. The old man seemed to…
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Silence followed. Ashin lowered her arm, having roughly wiped away the blood. He didn't seem to feel pain; he didn't react to anything she did. Had it been the same when he'd gotten the injuries? She glanced at the scars covering his upper body. Even during wartime, how often would he have been hurt this badly? At least not in Ashin's memory. There was no way the priests wouldn't have healed him if he, the Commander-in-Chief, had been injured to this extent. So these scars must have been from…
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As Ashin left Leotar behind and walked along the corridor, Malcun wagged its tail and followed her. She enjoyed the feeling of taking a walk like a normal person for the first time in a while. After being cooped up for four days, she felt like a released prisoner. She was so used to the sensation of arousal that even while walking in this open space, she felt her breasts brushing against her clothes with sensitivity. Leotar followed her a little behind. Ashin turned her head slightly and…
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