Hokage Robe

In an alternate Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki isn’t just the unpredictable ninja with dreams of becoming Hokage—he’s also the center of unexpected, intense affection from some of the most powerful and beautiful kunoichi in the village. After a mysterious ancient sealing scroll unlocks his hidden charm and chakra potential, Naruto finds himself attracting attention from an increasingly irresistible group of women—including powerful female versions of original characters. Love, rivalry, jealousy, and steamy tension ensue as Naruto navigates a shinobi world filled with desire.

Step 1: Marry your enemy. Step 2: Don’t kill him. Step 3: Try not to set the Empire on fire. The Empire somehow arrange two "useless" noble sons into a marriage to preserve peace. What no one knew? Prince Lucien is the hidden Empire’s most feared (and emotionally constipated) demon executioner. Elliot Valerian is a hidden manipulative genius who prefers charming demons into submission rather than killing them. They’ve been fighting in secret for years. They just didn’t realize it… until they saw each other’s faces at the altar. Now they’re married. Cursed not to kill each other for five years. Living under the same roof. Sharing a bed. Sharing a bathroom. Sharing… feelings?! (God, no.) Meanwhile, demons are running wild in the Empire, and the heroic crown prince is too busy looking good in golden armor. So guess who has to save the world again? That’s right. The dysfunctional demon-hunting husbands. With matching robes. Passive-aggressive breakfast. And way too much romantic tension for two people who used to throw knives at each other. Will they fall in love first… or snap and start round two of their murder rivalry?

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

In the heart of Tamil Nadu lies Salem, a city plagued by corruption, crime, and broken promises of justice. When Mano Kanagaraj, a fearless and brilliant criminal lawyer, is betrayed and murdered for exposing a powerful political-legal conspiracy, his story should have ended. But justice has other plans. Revived by a mysterious force known only as the Lex System, Mano is granted a second life—and a powerful tool that transforms Indian law into a living weapon. Now armed with real-time access to the IPC, CrPC, RTI, PILs, and court tactics, Mano returns not just as a lawyer—but as a silent warrior of justice. With each case he takes, he exposes buried secrets, breaks powerful criminals in court, and navigates the grey areas of law with sharp intellect and unshakable determination. From land mafia in Mettur to corrupt MLAs and black-robed betrayers within the very courts he once trusted, Mano’s fight has just begun. But with every verdict he wins, a darker enemy begins to watch him—one who controls Salem’s underbelly from behind the judge’s bench. This time, justice won’t be begged for—it will be demanded. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to punish. By the law.”

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

Akira Uchiha, nieto de Madara, busca superar su legado a través de entrenamiento riguroso. Su padre, hijo de Madara, se casó con una Uzumaki, acto que Madara vio como una traición. Akira, consciente de la necesidad de fuerza en un mundo turbulento, se somete a pruebas extremas para forjar un poder que le permita proteger el futuro. Akira, de El Uchiha y Uzumaki, enfrenta el peso de las expectativas familiares y el estigma social. Su padre lo somete a un entrenamiento estricto, mientras que su madre le brinda apoyo. A pesar del rechazo en la aldea, Akira es admitido en la Academia Ninja, donde se enfrenta a miradas de desprecio y prejuicios. El Segundo Hokage, Tobirama Senju, lo observa con desconfianza, marcando el inicio de un camino lleno de desafíos. En su primer día en la Academia Ninja, Akira siente la presión de las expectativas y los prejuicios mientras se enfrenta a la mirada evaluadora del Segundo Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

What defines virtue, and who decides its measure? If those in white robes preach justice but silence dissent with bloodied hands, can they still call themselves righteous? And what of those cloaked in shadow? If forbidden power is wielded to strike down oppressors, are they evil—or simply feared? In a world where strength is law, virtue bends to the will of the powerful. In the darkness, Xu Yan rose as the Shadow Emperor, leaving virtue behind for ambition.

In a place that looked just out a story book stood a tall castle in the thrones room stood a magic circle surrounded by people dressed in hoodied robes chanting......as the magic circle lit up on Appeared a boy about the age of 12. A beautiful princess walked up him said....... Princess: O great hero please save our world from the demon lord in name od the creator goddess..... Boy: I have been summoned to another world and as a hero yoshaa!!!!!!!! Unknown: Hands up freeze dont move hand where i can see them ............ You are under arrest.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

Cultivation. Immortals. The Gods. A System. Sun Mo! Get ready to face the wrath of the entire world!" said a one of the hundreds of immortals across the Heavenly Dao. He was floating in the high lands above the Grand-Immortal Peak of Rejuvenation in his dark-steel clothing, striped with golden symbols that were imprinted onto his mystical robe. He was like the greatest villain everyone had feared. "It's time for me to release everyone of their worries and destroy this pathetic Heavenly Dao," Sun Mo said in villainous tone.

* A gun can kill anything * Water makes thing wet, and gravity makes things fall. * Magic doesn't exist. These are the three ways that Jack sees the world, but after one night, when his father told him a story, Jack began to have dreams of a time when the world was filled with magic, and that he had an important role in that world. Sometimes he would even see things like a white robed old man flying in the sky. That same white robed old man, was actually a Primordial wizards, one of the two primordial wizards that caused the world to be barren of magic. After Jack finds out who he was, his whole life changed. The only question now is, did his life change for better, or for worse. A/N: Great readers, read my book and give a review, or I'll cast a thunderstorm on top of your heads.

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

On the vast sea, a luxurious yacht was shaking violently, and the raging storm mercilessly beat against the hull. Inside the cabin, five - year - old Jack nestled tightly in his parents' arms, his eyes full of fear. A huge wave, like a ferocious beast, suddenly capsized the yacht, and Jack watched helplessly as his parents were swallowed by the surging sea.​ The icy seawater instantly submerged Jack. He struggled desperately, but felt his breath getting more and more difficult, and his consciousness gradually fading. Just when he thought he was doomed, a golden light pierced the darkness. An Eastern Taoist priest who practiced immortality, dressed in a Taoist robe and with an otherworldly and elegant bearing, appeared in front of him. With a gentle wave of his hand, the Taoist priest pulled Jack back from the brink of death.

He was sent to Douluo Continent by a mud truck and became the core descendant of the third generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan. Seeing that the disaster of extermination of the sect was brewing, fortunately, at the critical moment, the strongest God King and the strongest Hokage dual systems were unexpectedly awakened. Yu Tianyou has the Hokage God Tree in his left hand, an unprecedented food system that can devour the essence of all things and turn them into God Tree Fruits. After taking them, he can evolve himself, such as awakening the Sage Sharingan. The right hand has a dual-form Azure Dragon Crescent Blade that combines the beast spirit and weapon spirit into one, and comes with destructive thunder, dragon power suppression, and soul-breaking properties that can cut through everything. As a result, the entire continent was shrouded in a dark cloud. After devouring Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor essence, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass became a completely useless martial spirit, and Yu Tianyou awakened his life attribute. After devouring Luo Sanpao's golden holy dragon essence, Yu Xiaokang's martial soul turned into a pig, and Yu Tianyou's Qinglong Yanyue Sword evolved. Swallow the wolf thief, swallow the human-faced demon spider, swallow the evil demon killer whale, swallow the dark demon evil god tiger, swallow and swallow all the way. Ultimately, with the Rinnegan and the divine body of life, based on yin and yang and the five elements, it evolves into an omnipotent monster.

Lucian Grayson, a reluctant engineering student with dreams of becoming a pro gamer, is no stranger to stress and deadlines. But when a mysterious third door appears in his apartment during a stormy night, his world flips upside down—literally. Pulled into a medieval realm of robed summoners, a ruthless knight, and a botched ritual, Lucian dies... or so he thinks. Revived as a weightless soul with a game-like system floating before his eyes, Lucian must navigate a world where he’s neither hero nor villain, but something else entirely.Can Lucian unravel the secrets of his new existence and survive a realm that fears him? A thrilling blend of isekai, mystery, and supernatural adventure,Soulbound Defiant will keep you hooked as Lucian defies death itself to forge his own path.

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

Jin Mu-ryong, the disgraced heir of the Frozen Blade Sect, kneels before the Imperial Court—his hands bound in soul-severing chains, his once-proud robes reduced to bloodied rags. The Emperor, flanked by the very martial brothers Mu-ryong once called family, grins as he pronounces the sentence: "Execution for the traitor." Desperation turns to rage as Mu-ryong smashes his forehead against the floor—not in surrender, but in final defiance. The impact cracks the marble, and in that instant, a blinding summoning circle ignites beneath him, its intricate runes unlike any Murim formation. The Emperor's smirk vanishes as Mu-ryong dissolves into golden light, leaving behind only a whisper of qi and the echoing laughter of… someone else. He awakens naked and wounded in a grand cathedral, surrounded by foreign mages in flowing robes. Their language is gibberish, but their expressions are clear: awe and terror. For Mu-ryong has not been exiled—he has been summoned. The Kingdom of Luminar is losing its war against the Demon God’s hordes. Their last hope? A "Hero from Beyond the Heavens and a puppet they can control." But what they got was no hero, nor a beast to be tamed—they summoned a vengeful Murim monster.

I died the way I lived—cheap, broke, and naked. One freak laptop accident later, I wake up in my younger body… back when I still had hair, hope, and zero rent money. But this time, I’ve got something else. A system. One that talks. One that levels me up. One that feeds off... intimacy with women carrying “Yin-rich energy.” And the first target? My mysterious landlady. She’s mature, curvy, and definitely hiding more than just a killer figure under that robe. To grow stronger, I’ll have to seduce, satisfy, and survive the “Dual Cultivation Trials” the System keeps throwing at me—each more insane than the last. It’s time to become the strongest lewd cultivator in the modern world. And I’ll start... by paying my rent. Tags: romance | reincarnation | system | r18 | comedy | harem | cultivation | slice of life | fast paced | urban | academy | milfs | older women

When Naoki opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his apartment—but in a grand palace, wearing silk robes, and being scolded by a terrifying emperor. Congratulations. He had transmigrated… as the royal family's most hated son-in-law. Everyone thinks he’s a spoiled, arrogant noble who married the empire’s beloved princess for power. The emperor despises him. The court mocks him. And the princess? She won’t even look him in the eye. But the real Naoki? He’s just a regular guy trying to survive in a world of magic, politics, and divine prophecy. Unfortunately for him, the “old” version of himself left behind a mountain of enemies, a broken marriage, and whispers of betrayal that threaten the entire empire. To clear his name, win his wife’s trust, and stop a war no one sees coming, Naoki will have to play the greatest game of his life—without getting executed first. In a court of blades and secrets, can a modern soul outwit destiny?

Synopsis: Once, the heavens sang with harmony. Now, the gods are dead, the realms are shattered, and only one memory remains — hers. Lara was born into a world at war — where divine bloodlines rule and the skies remember what mortals cannot. But when she begins to dream of a life not her own — of a priestess in white robes, a God of War with bloodied hands, and a betrayal that shattered eternity — her fate takes a dangerous turn. Unknown to her, Lara is the reincarnation of Kiara, the mortal priestess once chosen by the Goddess of Peace to bridge mortals and immortals. Her love once ignited a divine war. Her death ended an era. Now, two powerful men re-enter her life: A prince who chose duty over love — haunted by past mistakes. A mysterious man cloaked in red — feared by all, yet bound to her by something deeper than time. As ancient memories awaken and forbidden powers return, Lara must face the truth: She once changed the world. And she may have to destroy it to save it again.

In a quiet town cloaked in rain and routine, a girl who rarely speaks stumbles upon a strange, forgotten book hidden in her attic. Its pages whisper fragments of a tale long buried—a story of monsters sealed underground, a child who fell, and a truth twisted by time. But many pages are missing. Gaps in memory. Pieces of a puzzle the world wants to forget. Compelled by the mystery and driven by a need she can’t explain, the girl sets out for the legendary Mount Ebott—the last known gateway to the Underground. One stormy night, she watches the mountain from afar, unable to shake the feeling that something is calling her. The next morning, she quietly leaves her home and begins her journey, alone. At the entrance to the Underground, she meets a robed figure with no face—a man who seems to know more than he says. He warns her not to continue, to turn back before the story repeats itself. But when she refuses to leave, he offers her the one thing she’s never had: the truth.

Transmigrated into a flesh ball, my father swung a sword to chop me, why does this storyline seem so familiar? Have I become Nezha? A great cultivator from the Earth's end-times era transmigrates into Nezha. Watch as the young man navigates the prehistoric world, cutting through illusions, slaying dragon sons, subduing the Dragon Palace, and breaking heaven's barriers!

I never believed in god. To me, it was just a comforting illusion—something people clung to when logic failed. Still, I tried to live a life of purpose. I chose kindness over cruelty, integrity over corruption. But good intentions weren't enough. I ended up in the crosshairs of powerful people and was tortured, and ultimately killed. However, when all hope was gone, a strange light reached out to me. And I was inside the body of a child, surrounded by mysterious robed figures. 'What the F-?'

Aurelia, a land divided into five empires—Carthage, Sunaria, Winteris, Skotos, and Verdantia—is oppressed with tension and history. Once ravaged by wolves, the land endured a devastating conflict known as the Great War, resulting in the defeat of the wolf threat and a fragile peace. In the aftermath, the five empires were established, each with its own sovereign ruler. The laws were overseen by the Council, ensuring the establishment and preservation of unity. However, lingering fear and superstition cloaked the land, particularly regarding Erythro – a Greek word meaning RED. The color that associated with curses and dark magic. According to an ancient prophecy, the appearance of a red-hooded girl heralds impending catastrophe and the rise of the Wolf King, the sworn enemy of humanity. This belief has instilled paranoia and mistrust among the people of the land, leading to the execution of individuals suspected of witchcraft. In Carthage, one of the empires, resides a girl adorned in a crimson robe—a figure of intrigue and suspicion. As rumors spread of her alleged connection to the Wolf King, the inhabitants of Carthage view her with suspicion and fear. Is she truly a witch conspiring with their enemies, or is she merely a pawn in a larger, more sinister game? The mystery surrounding the red-cloaked girl deepens as the empire wrestles with questions of power, loyalty, and the true nature of evil.

The Call of Dawn Witch In a world shrouded in darkness and terrorized by demonic creatures, one name strikes fear into the hearts of those who dwell in the shadows, Sri Marianika, the Witch of Dawn. Wearing a brown vest over a flowing white robe, with her hair a stunning blend of turquoise green, violet, and orange, Sri is a cold-blooded sorceress who shows no mercy to demons and monsters alike. Each night, under the pale gaze of the moon, she roams the land hunting grotesque beings—from giant lizards of the Reptilian race, chaos-wielding djinn, to dragons that threaten the survival of mankind. And before the first light of dawn touches her skin, all who dared stand against her have already been vanquished. Yet behind her unyielding strength lies a long and harrowing past a journey marked by blood, sacrifice, and endless battles. The Call of Dawn Witch tells the story of Sri’s youth, long before she was known as the humble owner of Warteg Bu Sri in her twilight years, before she became the grandmother of Claire, who would one day inherit her legacy. Before she became a legend, She was a hunter. And this is her story.

Jin was still sleeping peacefully…she walked up to him .looking at his peaceful face . She was captivated again ….she was about to touch his face when she hesitated as she didn't want to wake him not knowing he was already awake. She was about to go when her wrist was pulled making her fall on the huge bed . "Y…yo…you …what are you doing ?"Mian asked . " shhhh" Jin shushed her with his eyes half closed . She was about to get off the bed when her waist was pulled back . " How was your meet up yesterday? " he asked smiling behind her neck . Mian was trying to focused " it went well" she said . " can I have a morning kiss ? " Jin asked " wash up first …" she said smiling . " so ..if I wash up ..will I get a kiss ?" Jin asked Mian nodded . He quickly went to wash up and came back he didn't even button up his robe . Mian was still waiting as he told her to wait for him. She was standing looking at a picture that pop on his phone wallpaper when a message was sent to him . It was a picture of him and his mom smiling . " He looks so much like his mom " she thought and smiled . When Jin popped behind her and snaked his hands around her waist. She was startled . " I ..I .. wasn't peeping into your phone …the picture on it just captivated me …" she said . " I didn't ask you to explain …it's fine " Jin said smiling . " where's your mom? " Mian asked him " she's in the Uk …if you are eager to see her …she might visit soon ." he said smiling . " Now where's my kiss? " Jin asked shamelessly. Mian turned to look at him …she looked at him from head to toe .he didn't button up his robe revealing his chest . " Dont be a lazy boy and put on some cloths " she said pushing him to his closet . Jin reacted when he was called a boy . " boy??" He turned and looked at her make Mian startled . " say that again " he said taking steps forward and making her step backwards. Mian who noticed he was triggered….and wanted to tease him . She kept a distance between them " I said don't be a lazy boy …." She couldn't finish her words when Jin pulled her to himself and carried her to sit on the mirror counter . He looked and smiled as he loved the way she was getting comfortable around him . He leaned in on her " call me a boy again " he said as he leaned closely . " what ? " she said smiling and held the collar of his robe with her face flushed ….because of his revealing chest. " aren't you a bo…" she couldn't finish when he kissed her as if he was reading her lips to just say the word "boy". She didn't push him away …as he kissed her . He felt her surrender as she snaked her arms around his neck …he took this opportunity to kiss her to his heart content . He wasn't comfortable as her knee were as if they were pushing him away . His placed his hands on her thighs …but she didn't resist as he opened the space between her legs and fit himself in while holding her waist still kissing her . He gripped her thighs firmly, guiding her legs up and wrapping them snugly around his waist. The soft friction of her skin against his sent a delicious jolt through his spine. His mouth was already on hers—fevered, insistent, like he was trying to memorize the taste of her. Mian gasped softly into the kiss, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it between her fists. Her eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him.