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Revenant scooped Ian’s limp body into his arms. It wasn’t as light as when Ian was fifteen, but he still felt absurdly weightless. Even the inexplicable anger stirred by this lightness was an extension of Revenant’s affection for Ian. When it came to Ian, no other name could describe his emotions. "Your leave starts tomorrow. Show up again, and I’ll shoot you." "But what about emergencies—" "If you want to keep your dick intact, bring a resignation letter." "Re-resignation? What do…-
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The atmosphere of the banquet hall, where dishes Ian couldn’t even name kept coming without pause, was far from pleasant—even out of politeness. Eduard couldn’t stop making remarks that flirted dangerously close to harassment with every breath, and each time Ian would coldly cut him off. “…I really can’t eat any more,” Ian said, pushing away the rose-lime sorbet, the fifth dessert course. He couldn’t even remember how many dishes he had eaten. Four hours, at least. Even just…
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There were 15 minutes left until lunchtime. The Revenant glanced at the clock and swiftly gathered the paper documents scattered across the desk in his office. There were plenty of reasons why paper records still existed in the 21st century, but in the case of Hebaulis, it was mostly due to its national identity. Despite running three private servers simultaneously, Eduard didn’t trust the security of any network. If even one of Eduard’s private servers were to be compromised, it could cause…
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As Revenant’s lips that had greedily licked the nipple slipped down breathlessly towards the lower part, Ian felt the tip of his fully erect penis brush against Revenant’s clothing. Although the rough texture should have hurt, perhaps because of the look on Revenant’s face, a chilling shiver ran down his spine. "…Did it hurt?" As his genitals brushed against him, Ian inhaled sharply, and Revenant paused his relentless lips to ask. Ian was about to shake his head when he met his eyes. That…
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“……Eum.” What time is it? Ian slowly became aware of the afternoon sunlight filtering through his eyelids, lying on the unfamiliar, large bed. His body felt heavy. He had woken up, but his eyes wouldn’t fully open, half-closed as they were. His consciousness was even more blurred. It was hard to tell whether this was reality or the subconscious. “Ah… Late again today.” Ian murmured to himself, his expression oddly sour. It had already been over a week. It seemed like nearly…
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“Uh, so…?” Ian asked uncertainly, to which Revenant explained again. "Think of it like being in an empty house. There’s nothing but walls. You have to live there. You’ll need things, right? That’s what you’re picking out." Revenant’s explanation sounded simple, but it was daunting to actually try it. "So I just pick them out?" "No. You have to buy them." "But we have a plane to catch." Having not flown in a long time, Ian vaguely remembered there being luggage limits.…
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"......after you left, it was quite a shock. I came to my senses and found myself munching on three boxes of pizza spread across the car hood. It was just Tim and me... That night, the stars were especially plentiful." After nearly a month, Leo Sebastian seemed to have harbored some regrets. But Ian had his excuses for being busy as well. The secret cam hidden inside the music box had almost no evidence left. What the police could restore was a mashed-up video and a few voices mixed with noise, barely…
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Ian buried his tear-streaked face against the Revenant’s chest, trembling as he wept silently, having poured out so many words to hold on to him. Now, he needed no words. His sobs expressed everything. The Revenant felt the part of him he had left behind with Ian slot back into place. The Revenant’s hand moved slowly along Ian’s back, and he pulled him close, savoring the warmth of his presence. He whispered softly. “Could you really… live with a beast your whole life?” Ian’s answer…
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Ian’s memory of his mother was small and fragile. She’d always left with fearful, melancholic eyes. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Don’t be too afraid. Everything will be alright soon.” Had all those charity activities really been her doing? Ian thought that church had taken more of his mother’s life than he had. But only six or seven people from the church attended her funeral. They looked at him with the same unfamiliarity he felt towards them. Perhaps his mother was also a stranger to…
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“Here we are.” The charred remains of Winchell House had already turned into something resembling a haunted house. Even under the bright spring sky, a gloomy mist seemed to linger solely around it. The front gate was tightly shut, with a sign reading hanging by a chain. Leo remarked, “It must have been quite a place. Before the fire, I mean.” “Well, my stepfather was rich.” To a ten-year-old, Winchell House had looked like a castle out of a fairy tale. The new dad who welcomed him…
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