duck
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A slow, persistent friction continued against her sex. She unconsciously bucked her hips, and he roughly stroked upwards. Each time her sensitive area rubbed against his thigh, her damp underwear clung to her folds. “Hah…” She trembled, her cheek brushing against his firm shoulder. He responded by licking her earlobe and pressing his lower body closer. A hard shaft pressed heavily against her lower abdomen. It was a deliberate movement, and the moment she reflexively twisted her…- 26.2 K • Ongoing
“Fiogen.” “Yes?” “Do you think people can only die at the hands of another?” His mother had taken her own life. Not even the Emperor, who possessed everything in the world, could possess her. He, too… “No. I think you can just die randomly walking down the street.” Fiogen answered casually, her throat tightening. It was a mortifying death, even in retrospect. Being transported into this novel was absurd… “But, I’m a surprisingly responsible person. I intend to fulfill…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
- She reached out and took his hand. Beneath the cool, smooth skin, she saw a distinct scar. “What’s this?” She’d never noticed it before. He was a tyrant, the strongest man in the novel. A scar seemed out of place. “It’s nothing.” Karta pulled his hand away, smiling, but the sadness in his eyes stopped her from pressing further. “Fiogen.” “Yes.” “I’ll be counting on you for tonight.” Fiogen nodded at his playful tone. She wanted to do anything for Karta…
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- Fiogen couldn't sleep. The pre-dawn clamor had roused her. She stood at the window, gazing down at the bustling figures in the hallway below, mirroring the hurried activity outside. Something was definitely different. “Fiogen?” Karta, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, was suddenly there. Fiogen looked at him, his form backlit by the pale pre-dawn sky. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, pleasantly cool against her skin. “How are you feeling?” “Good.” It had been…
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“Judging by Vivian’s reaction, they’ve never met. Why is he pretending otherwise? Is this some new courtship tactic amongst young lords?” His well-groomed hair and expensive clothes marked him as a nobleman. If he harbored any designs on Vivian, Flora wouldn’t stand for it. Her breath grew ragged, the warmth in her eyes hardening into a glacial glare. The madame in the room, sensing the shift in atmosphere, lowered her gaze, unsure how to react to Flora’s sudden, chilling aura. “Oh…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- “No, it’s thanks to Mr. Baker and the other staff.” In truth, the kitchen staff had done everything from preparing the ingredients to baking the cookies and cleaning up. All Vivian had done was mix the ingredients and shape the dough as instructed by the chef. She waved her hand dismissively, giving the chef all the credit. Chef Baker looked at her with a kindly gaze. “Haha, and more than anything, it’s because of the love you have for the Duchess and Miss Flora.” “Oh, you’re making…
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- Christine turned to Hugo, her voice gentle. “Only the most accomplished ladies and instructors have been invited, Your Grace, so please don’t worry.” “Ha. Flora is quite bright, and since you hand-picked them yourself, there’s no need for concern.” “Indeed, Your Grace.” “Once Flora’s introduction to society is nearing completion, I’ll entrust Vivian’s debutante preparations to you as well.” “I shall prepare even more diligently then.” The Duchess’s benevolent…
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“Yes, we’ve been friends since childhood. We’re like siblings.” Finally, Lilian answered with the warmest smile she could muster. Silence again. Aizen Frederick, seemingly unfazed by the awkward atmosphere, simply gazed at Cairn with a beautiful, smiling face. “I…” Ironically, it was Lilian, the wallflower of the Empire, who had to lead the conversation between these two renowned socialites. “Miss Frederick, what brings you to Baltan Palace? Were you just passing…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
But to Ellie, even this church seemed grand. The church in her impoverished rural village often gave out more money to the community than it received in donations. They provided food and clothing to struggling families and taught the children to read. Ellie looked around in wonder. She whispered, observing an elaborately dressed woman standing near the front, “That woman must be very rich….” Daniel, unconsciously following Ellie's gaze, was speechless. The woman wore a voluminous crinoline…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
Solid got engaged a few days after Georgia Centania’s ball, and after a brief, three-month engagement, they married two months ago. “Solid’s pushing herself, coming all this way when she’s with child.” That’s what the Countess had said a few days ago, upon seeing Sophia sitting on the parlor sofa, reading Solid’s letter. One couldn’t imagine how startled Sophia had been. She’d even jumped up, dropping the letter she’d been reading. “Good heavens, what?” With child? Did that…- 41.7 K • Ongoing
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