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She woke up in a stranger’s arms. A man who called himself her fiancé. A man who kissed her like he owned her. But something wasn’t right. She didn’t remember him. She didn’t remember their love. She didn’t remember anything. Yet, when Kang Minjae touches her, when his lips ghost over her skin, her body trembles in recognition. Why does he feel so familiar? Why does she ache for him, fear him, crave him all at once? And why, when she looks into his dark eyes, does she feel like she’s drowning in a secret she’s not ready to remember? Because some truths are better left buried. And once she uncovers them— There will be no escape. _____________________ She shouldn’t want this. She shouldn’t want him. His hands are rough, demanding, as they drag her forward. His mouth grazes the shell of her ear, breath warm, voice dark and full of pure possession. “Say it.” Minjae murmurs, his fingers threading into her hair, tilting her chin up to look at him. She refuses. Her lips part—only for a sharp gasp to escape when he presses her against the desk, trapping her between his body and the cold wood. “You were mine before you even knew it.” he breathes, dragging his lips down the curve of her throat. His teeth scrape her skin, a warning, a promise. She shivers. She hates him. She wants him. “Say it.” he demands again, voice rough, almost desperate now. Yeijin clenches her fists. But her body betrays her. “…I’m yours.” The groan that leaves him is pure sin. And then? Then he ruins her all over again.

As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle caress of their kiss. It was a slow, sweet burn, like the first tender flames of a winter fire. But just as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close with a gentle yet insistent pressure. His hands roamed over her back, sending shivers down her spine as he slowly peeled off her singlet. The ice block she had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on her breast. The cold was a shock, making her gasp and try to pull away, but he held her fast, his lips never leaving hers. As the chill seeped into her skin, she tried to squirm free, but he was relentless, his hands slipping beneath her clothes to warm her chilled flesh. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending sparks flying through her veins like fireflies on a summer night. And yet, even as she tried to push him away, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His touch was a slow, sweet torture, melting her resistance like ice in the spring sun. but then someone was behind the door of the room 'sucy are you here'

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** Hades smirked, then leaned back, pulling her fully into his lap. She gasped in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. “If you’re going to tease me, you might as well do it properly,” he said, his deep voice filled with mischief. “Oh?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She moaned against his lips, her pussy beginning to throb and she did her best to squeeze her thighs shut and hide the fact that she was overwhelmingly horny. Her body was begging to be touched. His cool skin felt amazing against hers and she wanted him to touch the one area that needed it the most, one that he had made sure he didn't go too near with. Hades hands slid down to her ass and squeezed gently, she moaned against his mouth and tightened her grip in his hair, never wanting his lips to stray from her skin. "Hades..." she moaned needingly as he moved his lips down her neck. "Yes, princess?" he murmured softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "More, please." She begged and he nipped at her skin. "Tell me exactly what you want." he said to her. "Touch me, please. I need you to touch me." She moaned. ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

The ordinary world is not what it seems. Many strange events unfold in the background but go unnoticed by the masses or are covered up. A supernatural world exists along with the natural world which can only be seen by those called Balancers. Spirits and Evil Spirits exist along with Balancers who possess unique powers to see and fight them. Among the many ordinary humans, a girl undergoes a lot of suffering and experiences a prophetic vision. It grants her knowledge of the hidden world and of some future events. The girl loses almost everything she has and then takes the steps needed to become a Balance Breaker. Her past identity has to be abandoned for the sake of survival so she renamed herself Ash. Ash gains the powers of a Skin-Walker and begins living in such a world taking on the appearances of others, experiencing their lives and living under the mask of another person.

With great power... COMES GREAT BI-... ehrm great responsiblity... 'this is a take on a dream i had a long time ago when i was struggeling with some stuff, but since then ive been fascinated by the idea.' roughly spoken its abt a kid getting great powers, but the only one who got them in a world of monsters, atleast for now... oh btw ive never written before and i do this for fun haha

Jim was an undeniably ordinary boy. He was neither athletic nor particularly skilled at anything, and while he wasn't ugly, he certainly wasn't stunning either. In every conceivable way, he was unremarkable. Yet, he embraced this reality without hesitation; he was entirely comfortable in his skin. Indifference defined his attitude toward the world around him, including his existence. The popularity and social status dynamics held no sway over him; he didn’t care. His primary desire was to unwind and enjoy life. However, fate dealt him a powerful blow—he acquired an ability that would significantly impact the one thing he cherished most. True curses always come disguised as gifts, and Jim was about to discover that the hard way.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

Undeterred, the sheep cried out and charged at the towering lizard. But the power difference was evident—they could barely harm it. Eventually, the massive lizard reached Skye. Controlled Limit Removal. The muscles on Skye’s body expanded as veins wriggled under his skin. Boom! Skye raised his arms, catching the giant lizard’s front limb. The ground beneath his feet shattered, forming a deep pit. Roar! The lizard howled and pressed harder, forcing Skye’s legs to bend slightly. Limit Removal. The skin on Skye’s arms and legs tore apart as he pulled one arm back and punched forward with explosive force. His entire arm disintegrated upon impact. "Graar!" The lizard’s front half lifted into the air before crashing to the ground. The surrounding sheep seized the opportunity, charging in and ramming into the downed lizard. In the blink of an eye, Skye appeared atop its head, his arms regenerated. He clenched both of his hands together into a fist and slammed it into the lizard’s skull. His arms exploded again. Bam! The back of the lizard’s head hit the ground, creating a crater. "Quite resilient," Skye muttered, repeating the attack. Boom! Explosions echoed across the battlefield. "Baa!" the sheep cried. "Hiss!" the lizards hissed, as the two sides clashed ferociously. Suddenly, a massive body flew through the air and landed in the center of the battlefield. It was the 15-meter-tall lizard—dead. _______ The story follows Skye and the monsters he commands, they continue to grow for billions of years and eventually rule the universe.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

A young mage decides to go to University where he learns about the modern world, modern people, and his role in a conspiracy that started before he was even born. Accompany Dorin, a young mage brought up alone in their mountain home who has always been an obedient son until his mom refused to let him travel to a place called 'University' to attend a so-called 'Photography Camp' he read from a flyer in one of her books. Now, filled with the thrill of adventure (and the knowledge that his mom would probably skin him alive), he embarks on a journey towards unknown lands to learn the magic of 'Photography' and all the hidden wonders in 'University' where he would find people, objects and events that go beyond his wildest imagination.

I never why all these things happened to me, every single time I lose someone close to me. I never really understood why, but I won't allow these thoughts hinder me. I was never taught to take revenge but after all that happened how can I sit still when THEY roam freely after ruining my life. For every loss l made I will make sure they shade a layer of skin. For death is the easiest punishment. But what I didn't know was that all these would lead to an even bigger................................ This is not just a story, my story I am the first star white witch in 500 years and this is how it all began................

Oficial English Translation of the novel. Synopsis: A story inspired by the video game Fortnite, from the hand of a faithful player and follower of the video game's lore. Zero Reality tells the events that took place during chapter 4 until the current season in which the Fortnite story is being developed, from the perspective of Venra; a young orphan half raven half human raised by an artificial intelligence called M.I.A, who will embark on a journey where he will learn more about the past of the island as well as himself, but above all, the true meaning of being a "Raven". Frequently Asked Questions: Q: Can this story be used as a guide to better understand the lore in the main line of the game? A: No, Zero Reality while using elements and events seen in Fortnite canon, the story told is completely independent to it, as it is my way of giving a narrative to the game's lore. For this reason none of this should be considered as a fact or a clear guide to follow the lore, it's just my vision of the story. Q: Why start from Ch4? A: I chose to start from this point because I consider that it was in this chapter where the consistency between events of the story was less and less clear; unlike previous seasons, this does not mean that these events will be omitted, as they will be of vital importance for the development of the story but above all of its protagonist. Q: In the synopsis it is indicated that current events will be covered according to what happens in the game. How will this be carried out? A: The story will be developed according to the elements that the game provides, since the objective of this story is to see how the protagonist develops according to what happens in the world of the videogame. Q: How will the story be divided? A: At the moment the idea is to publish small parts every week, then the frequency with which they will be published will depend on the reception of the public.

Sinopsis: Una historia inspirada en el videojuego Fortnite, de la mano de un fiel jugador y seguidor del lore del videojuego. Realidad cero relata los hechos acontecidos durante el capítulo 4 hasta la temporada actual en el que se esté desarrollando la historia de Fortnite, desde la perspectiva de Venra; un joven huerfano mitad cuervo mitad humano criado por una inteligencia artificial llamada M.I.A, el cuál emprenderá un viaje en donde aprenderá más acerca sobre el pasado de la isla así como de sí mismo, pero sobre todo, el verdadero significado de ser un "Raven". Preguntas frecuentes: P: ¿Esta historia puede emplearse como una guía para entender de mejor manera el lore en la línea principal del juego? R: No, Realidad cero si bien utiliza elementos y sucesos vistos en el canon de Fortnite, la historia narrada es totalmente independiente a la misma, puesto que es mi forma de darle una narrativa al lore del juego. Por este motivo nada de esto debería considerarse como un hecho o una guía clara para seguir el lore, es solo mi visión de la historia. P: ¿Porque comenzar desde el Cap4? R: Elegí comenzar a partir de este punto ya que considero que fue en este capítulo donde la consistencia entre hechos de la historia era cada vez menos clara; a diferencia de temporadas anteriores, eso no significa que se omitan dichos acontecimientos, ya que serán de vital importancia para el desarrollo de la historia pero sobretodo de su protagonista. P: En la sinopsis se indica que se abarcarán hechos actuales según lo que suceda en el juego. ¿Cómo se llevará a cabo eso? R: La historia se irá desarrollando de acuerdo a los elementos que el juego otorgue, ya que el objetivo de esta historia es ver como el protagonista se va desenvolviendo según lo que vaya ocurriendo en el mundo del videojuego. P: ¿Cómo se dividirá la historia? R: De momento la idea es publicar pequeñas partes cada semana, de ahí la frecuencia con la que se publiquen dependerá de la recepción de la misma.

Meet Morticia Katz, the rebellious high school outcast with a notorious reputation and bubbling vendetta against the one person who makes her skin crawl: Maverick. Their toxic relationship is a ticking time bomb, fueled by a deep-seated loathing that's only matched by their polar opposite personalities and values. But when Morticia discovers she's truly being forced into a marriage with her arch-nemesis, her world is turned upside down. With her freedom and sanity on the line, she'll stop at nothing to escape this catastrophic fate. How far will she go to avoid a lifetime of misery with the one person she despises most?

---(Haitus)--- Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Blonde, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

At 11:24 PM on August 31, the world changed forever. Without warning, millions of people turned into terrifying monsters known as the Fallen, grotesque beings with cracked skin and red eyes who devour the few remaining humans. Fifteen years later, humanity barely survives in shelters as the world is consumed by darkness. Zeck Rivers has learned to live with fear, but an unexpected discovery could change everything. Now, he must decide whether to keep running or face the horror and uncover the truth behind the end of the world. Run and pray... because the darkness does not forgive.

Liu Feng wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, surpassed all limits, and had jade-skinned beauties clamoring around him. He wanted to fight anyone who got in his way, and shatter the arrogance of those young masters! Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I'm stuck here. Jade-like beauties? No thanks, I have an awesome magical energy to study. Young masters? Life and death battles? No, I would rather read some books on cultivation, and master some techniques that clearly don't obey the laws of physics. There is a junior who has trash talent but suddenly started advancing by leaps and bounds? And he seems to be favored by the heavens themselves? Yeah, that has nothing to do with me.

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

This novel tells the story of Greg, a boy born in a remote village, far from the great kingdoms and their intrigues. Since birth, Greg has carried a strange mark on his skin, a mysterious symbol that seems to be linked to an ancient and tragic story. In the prologue, it is revealed that this same mark was the cause of a great war that devastated the world in the past. Unbeknownst to him, Greg carries the power of a god, a gift as extraordinary as it is dangerous. However, his ignorance of this power will lead him to commit disasters, unable to control the uncontrollable force that lies within him. Thus, Greg begins a journey full of challenges and discoveries. His goal will not only be to learn to master this gift, but also to unravel the mystery behind the mark: is it a blessing that was bestowed upon him or a curse that condemns him?

A old man, who's background is unknown, suddenly finds himself in a situation involving the supernatural after mysteriously gaining the power to talk to ghosts. MC appearance is the book cover, but imagine him with white hair, a white beard, a scar over his left eye, a diamond earring on his ear, old and has weathered skin

Lyra is a 21st-century girl from the modern world who accidentally transmigrated into the beast world while swimming. what happens when a gorgeous young girl with golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with ivory white skin doll falls into a world where the female population is drastically low. But as she stays in the world, she discovers many secrets about herself which she never imagined. Join her journey in discovering love, heartache, and the real truth of her life. This is my first story please support me and join me on my journey through this story. The cover photo is not mine Contains mature content with many r#18 scenes audience below 16 restrain from reading it. Follow my insta @ruby_rosie_2001

Dr. Srinivasan, a curious and dedicated doctor, stumbles upon a mysterious woman who fell from the sky. Her body appears nearly invincible, with skin like steel, and her blood shows extraordinary properties unlike any human's. Intrigued, Dr. Srinivasan secretly collects a sample and begins researching, discovering that her blood has unique regenerative abilities. As he delves deeper, he realizes she might not be entirely human, leading him into a mystery that could have far-reaching consequences.

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

Marisa never expected that she would bump into a wild party when she went for skin diving, let alone meeting an extremely handsome alien with whom she would fall in love and fight against the galaxy.

Life and death are concepts that humanity has grown accustomed to. When a human is born, they are bound to the contract of death, forced to succumb to its cold embrace. But in the world of The Legion, powerful forces set out to change that. In the vibrant city of Los Angeles, Thomas Martin and Clair must set out to rescue Mason Heartson, who has been bestowed with the strange ability to produce black flames from his own skin. As Thomas and Clair overcome challenges in order to get towards Mason, they discover harsh truths about their own morals and selves, while Mason simultaneously learns his own truths and faces his own demons. Filled with detailed and exciting fights, high stake plans, and characters you can’t help but grow to love, The Legion is a must read.

[HIATUS] In a universe where seven planets revolve under the iron-fisted rule of the Human empire, Wynn, a rat-like boy is born into the bleak backwater planet of Zerith, caught in the web of fate’s cruel design. A boy with ghostly white hair and skin, Wynn was never meant to have a destiny of his own. But fate, it seems, has a different plan. When ????, a ????? from ????, is mysteriously pulled into the world of Wings Of Dawn, a novel she discovered by chance, she finds herself transmigrated into the body of?????. Her initial frustration of being trapped in a foreign world quickly turns into cold calculation. Using her knowledge of the novel, ??? intends to survive by manipulating the world around her, seeking out artifacts and allies—especially Arthur von Scit, the arrogant protagonist destined for greatness.

"Hnnng." A woman's first moan was always a good sign. Even if she tries to suppress it, it can't be suppressed, so she lets out a breath. As she moaned, his wife's head fell back. The yukatas were randomly strewn above the sheets. A wisteria petal was stuck to the back of her neck. He stretched down and bit the flower petal. The petal and skin both crumbled between his teeth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth like an aphrodisiac. "Haa..." Xiao's hand gripped her abandoned yukata. He had already teased her nipples, and they glistened as they perked up. With another surge of desire, Jun Shang cupped her breast once again. His wife's body was beautiful. It was as smooth as a painting. Her perfectly supple breasts, her long and slender hands and feet. More than that, the most captivating features were her fragrance and her pale, soft skin that seemed to melt underneath her hands. 'You're beautiful.' She didn't seem to be touched by his words. There was no reason for her to respond with 'You too' just to be polite. But none of that mattered. Her proud face and her cold eyes. All of it. He liked all of it. And starting today, all of it would be his. "Ahh."