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Choi Hong-seo’s head drooped. The thought of the fans’ letters and drawings at the ancestral...
Zephyria
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As Choi Hong-seo’s body trembled intermittently at the peak of his orgasm, Lee Hae-sung, enveloped...
CNC 201
I gripped the sheets, bit my lip, and twisted my waist. Cold sweat slicked my...
CNC 200
“So you’re rubbing your penis against my stomach because it hurts?” “I never…” He wanted...
CNC 199
“You lived… trapped in this tomb-like place?” “Hong-seo returned. So it’s not a tomb anymore....
CNC 197
■ A narrow exercise yard surrounded by prison buildings and chain-link fences. The number of...
CNC 196
After falling asleep to ‘her’ hypnotic words, ‘Please stop sleeping.’ This morning, Lee Hae-sung woke...
CNC 195
As the hut grew closer, Lee Hae-sung’s hands and arms grew stronger. Deep wrinkles formed...
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■ “Mr. Lee. Mr. Lee?” I opened my eyes to the voice calling me. It...
CNC 193
As I brushed away the rain that constantly blurred my vision, I slowly moved my...