Geli Cake
Stories
6
Chapters
149
Words
230.0 K
Comments
65
Reading
19 h, 10 m
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Indeed. This secretary was suspicious in many ways. Among all the soldiers he’d seen in the Home Nation, he had never encountered anyone as frail and skinny as this one, looking like they might break with a single touch. For a soldier who traveled between the Dependent Nation and the Home Nation, a level of physical training that would surpass that of an ordinary person was essential. ‘But his arms and legs are so thin?’ The Captain's delicate face, which had appeared so suddenly, was…-
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Having said that, Ssangryeong swayed dramatically. Perhaps his blood pressure had spiked from thinking about his grandfather. It was strange. He was clearly sitting upright with his back against the chair, yet the ceiling seemed to spin, and Pienne’s face appeared unusually handsome. Ssangryeong’s eyes were unfocused. Pienne stared intently at the faintly visible golden eyes. It was fascinating how Ssangryeong could speak so coherently in his drunken state. “Your alcohol tolerance…
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The way Pienne taught him how to drink was more impressive than anything he could have imagined. ‘Was drinking always this sophisticated?’ Ssangryeong was quite surprised. He had always thought of alcohol as a foolish liquid that clouded one’s judgment, but he was wrong. Watching the handsome man drinking gracefully, teaching him how to handle the drink carefully and even the art of savoring the alcohol, made it seem quite appealing. Pienne effortlessly downed the subtly fragrant yet…
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Ssangryeong remained silent until the treatment was finished. As he had always thought, Pienne had a way of rendering him speechless. ‘He could have told me that beforehand.’ Why did he have to say those nice things only after he had caused trouble? It made him feel so awkward. “Think twice before you act.” “…….” “Don’t just rush into things.” Ssangryeong pressed his lips together at the low voice. He wanted to apologize for what he had done, but his lips…
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His penis slowly and languidly filled Ssangryeong. Pulling back almost completely, he thrust in again, burying himself deep inside. “Ugh, fuck…” Another knock echoed from the door, but Pienne remained unfazed. So this was the perspective of a man in power. The absolute certainty that the door wouldn’t open was astonishing. From Ssangryeong’s perspective, having constantly lived in fear of pursuers bursting in when he least expected it, the calmness was unnerving. He couldn't help but…
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“Does that mean I can go back to sleep? And stop doing this?” “No. I’m asking what caused this change of heart.” Ssangryeong pulled his arm free from Frederick’s grasp and said casually, “What will you do if I don’t?” “…What?” “Do you think I want to do this? This ridiculous charade?” Ssangryeong tossed the mop to the floor and continued, “I made a deal with the Commander, and I’m being dragged to the Home Nation, so I have no choice. Speaking of…
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Ssangryeong considered it for a moment. He wanted to yell, “Like hell I’d become a soft-hearted fool, you bastard!” and break free from the Commander's grasp. Q. But would these strong hands release him just because he wanted them to? A. No. Every encounter with Pienne involved a battle of nerves, escalating into this inevitable physical struggle, and he was honestly getting tired of it. Ssangryeong took a deep breath. ‘Treat me differently?’ He mulled over Pienne’s words…
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Ssangryeong froze in the chilling air. It wasn’t difficult to interpret the meaning of what had just happened. He couldn’t be entirely sure, but it seemed… the Commander had prosopagnosia, or face blindness. All the soldiers here wore the same uniform and shoes. Ssangryeong was dressed similarly, with a similar hairstyle. And he had refrained from his usual reckless behavior. He had knocked on the door, saluted, and stood with his hands behind his back, just like everyone else. Even…
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If someone asked how life was on the warship to the Home Nation, Ssangryeong would say it was the best vacation he’d ever had. “Nice weather.” Ssangryeong lay sprawled on the warship's deck, swinging his crossed legs. Once on board, they hadn't handcuffed him or locked him up. It seemed they were planning to make him a secretary or something, and they probably didn’t want to raise suspicion among the other soldiers by keeping him in restraints. ‘Strange. Even the guys who knew my face…
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“You made me a dead man? Why would you do that?” “It’s convenient.” “What…?” “I need Ssangryeong, and to use you properly, the existing Ssangryeong needs to die.” He added softly, “But I can’t actually kill you.” So, he erased a living person from official records? Ssangryeong, listening quietly, clicked his tongue. ‘That’s some otherworldly thinking.’ Actually, if this were truly possible, it would be the best possible outcome for him. If the…
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