Snowlyn
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To get any closer, he would have had to go right between his thighs. Kosha, who couldn't muster the courage for that, ended up awkwardly bending just his upper body a little more. Then Lucian lightly lifted his head and stared at Kosha. "Let's get one thing straight." "……?" "About the 'crazy thing' I did yesterday." He spoke very slowly. So that Kosha could understand every single word without missing any. "Was it unpleasant?" Unpleasant? That question forcibly dredged up the…-
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'It' was looking at Kosha, glowing in the darkness as if it had been waiting for this very moment. They were in an old, dimly lit archive filled with the smell of paper. So, in the end, it was because of Lucian that Kosha encountered 'it'. Mylotte, feeling a deep weariness, looked at the middle-aged man trembling as he prostrated himself on the floor of the office. And also at the blond man who was glaring at him, perched on the edge of the desk as if leaning against it. Judging by those…
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The first mishap occurred around the fifth book. With a loud clatter, five books failed to reach the desk and instead tumbled to the floor, suspended in mid-air halfway down. "Ah." Kosha was flustered by the pile of books lying askew. "It's just... they were heavy." He reflexively tried to make an excuse, but his lips met something first. To be honest... it seemed that at some point, these kisses had stopped distinguishing between success and failure. "It's fine." "......" "Well…
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It wasn't just fear that could make him like this. His body tingled as if the blood wasn't flowing, and gradually, he found it difficult to even bear the feel of the thin gown he was wearing. He was struggling to try and lift even the tips of his toes, which were pressing down on his lower abdomen. Lucian bent down and grasped Kosha's cheeks in one large hand. He pressed down firmly, and Kosha's tightly bitten lips opened in a circle without resistance. "I don't have anything else to do right now…
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“According to the news delivered two hours ago, there’s nothing suspicious. He’s been going back and forth between the barn and the house all day, just cleaning.” Lucian frowned. Labor? That was hardly befitting a Mage. The filthy appearance he didn’t even want to look at closely came to mind. Of course, he wasn’t befitting a Mage either. How fastidious were Mages as a race? Lucian was a bit of a neat freak himself, but those guys were on another level. “Then….” Leaving behind…
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Of course, at first, he naturally said he couldn't do it. I can't, I don't even know what it is. But Merda was persistent. What do you mean you don't know? Are you just pretending? You said you couldn't fix my brother at first, didn't you? Merda was definitely a completely different person from Kosha. First of all, she was skilled at threatening people. "Are you really going to do this? Then I won't help you even if Beorn bullies you from now on." Beorn was the eldest son of the blacksmith and…
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Breaking the silence that had settled over the gathering, Bastian opened his mouth haltingly. But his face was also ashen. The servant was foaming at the mouth and cowering, while Lucian casually smiled and tapped the back of his head with his palm, tap, tap. “I think he doesn’t quite know how to bow.” “……” “He bows well now.” Crimson blood was slowly spreading across the table, but Lucian’s hand, pressing down on the servant’s head, was as clean and pretty as ever. Soon…
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It was around noon that Kosha was released. It was when the sound of water trickling down echoed sadly from under Kosha's belly, who had skipped breakfast to offer the magic potion. Gosrick was the one who opened the door to the prayer room and entered, again. "What's so good that you're grinning like that?" It seemed he still had a bit of a smile on his face. As soon as he saw Kosha, Gosrick threw something at him, scolding him gruffly. It was a black sack, just big enough to fit a head…
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For the next several days, Zhong Su lived in undisturbed peace. He had initially expected to receive a call from Chen Huan inquiring about the contract signing, but in reality, Chen Huan seemed to have completely forgotten his existence, remaining silent for a long while. However, Da Xiong did send him a few sporadic text messages. Attached to these messages were more detailed directions to "Zhong Su’s" gravesite, clearly somewhat awkward yet subtly hinting, "The Mingyuequan Cemetery is open from…-
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Da Xiong had just finished saying "someone's coming" when Zhong Su also looked over, frowning slightly. To his surprise, a familiar face emerged from the edge of the lawn. It was actually Xiao Lao Dao's uncle whom he'd met earlier on set. Jiang Xun had meticulously groomed himself, dressed in formal attire. His previously greasy, matted hair was now washed clean and slicked back with what seemed like countless jars of hair gel, giving him a rather presentable appearance. He jogged over with an…
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