nana
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Though everyone has returned for the night, from morning till afternoon, they were all busily preparing. Rosaline was finally ascending to the imperial throne. 'It had to be done someday,' she mused. If Duke Martos hadn't torn the country in two and wreaked havoc, she would have ascended much sooner. “You're just leaving for a little while to get Recius's medicine, right, Sister?” Rosaline still believed I was merely going away briefly to procure Recius’s medicine and save him.…- 140.9 K • Ongoing
I sat in the carriage parked beside the courthouse, listening to the judges chatter. "Anya. An insignificant family." "Today's subject is special, though." When the public trial began, I was seated in the empty judge's chair. "Wow." All the spectators were focused on me. Oh dear. How embarrassing. The truth is, even among the nobility, many don't recognize me. Those who haven't entered central politics or can't even attend social gatherings. "Hmm. Let's just…- 140.9 K • Ongoing
Over fragrant tea, the king continued his enthusiastic chatter. “I was so thrilled to hear you’re making and selling clocks! Objects forged by the power of your love!” “That’s hardly the case. Clocks are made of iron ore and the skill of craftsmen, not…” Richard began, but I swiftly cut him off, plastering a sycophantic smile on my face. “Oh, of course! They’re the fruit of our love. Absolutely.” Technically, they were the fruit of my desire to bolster the ducal coffers, but…- 110.7 K • Ongoing
- At the king’s flick of his wrist, armed soldiers marched forward, their boots striking the ground with an intimidating rhythm. Richard, shifting into a protective stance, pulled me behind him. What’s going on?, I wondered, furrowing my brow as I watched the soldiers form two neat lines. They weren’t simply marching; they seemed to be escorting something. Peeking out from behind Richard’s broad back, I tried to get a better look. “What… what is that?” I blurted out, stunned…
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She had thought choosing a suitor would put an end to these bothersome affairs, but it seemed there were more things to deal with than she’d anticipated. “Ahem. But may I ask the reason for your visit, young master…?” Milo glanced nervously at Damian, who stood beside Katrina. Why was Damian here? “I came to see Marquis Carold, so don’t mind me.” “I see. However, my father isn’t here at the moment, so perhaps another time…” “Then I’ll…- 123.0 K • Ongoing
- *** “I didn’t get to ask Silas anything.” How did he know she was from another world? She should have asked… but Silas’s presence had been so overwhelming, she’d been swept away. Katrina read the headline in the day’s newspaper. So, Damian had succeeded in securing the negotiation rights. Katrina pondered. Damian would be the lead negotiator, which meant the Wish Stone wouldn’t fall into her hands. “It has to come to the family first.” She’d…
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“.…” Nelke’s lips pressed together like a clam shell. El, also silent, waited patiently for her answer. Although his lower body was painfully engorged, his kneeling position hid it from Nelke’s view. Nelke fidgeted with her fingers, chewed her lip repeatedly, and her eyes darted around, her internal struggle evident. Finally, she spoke. “El.” “….” “…Is it okay if I call you that? I’ll still call you ‘dean’ in front of others.” “So, you’ll only use my…- 130.4 K • Ongoing
- Nelke stood frozen for a long time. Not figuratively, but as still as a statue. El, however, didn’t rush or push her. He hadn’t expected a positive answer in the first place, so even this silent acquiescence was satisfactory. Therefore, when Nelke nodded, it was he who was taken aback. So much so that he inadvertently blurted out, “Are you sure about this?” He barely managed to swallow the rest of his question, his face buried against her smooth neck, lips moving…
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His hand moved to my lower abdomen, tracing the tip of his c0ck. He pressed gently, and I gasped, arching like a fish caught on a hook. It was strange. Disturbingly strange. Fearful that something was wrong, I struggled to escape. But it was as if Kieran had cast a spell on me. I couldn't move. “The more you move, the more it rubs inside. Hah, good.” He began to thrust, slowly at first, and my yielding walls tightened and vibrated around him. The strange sensation, like a blunt object…- 55.1 K • Ongoing
The moans escaping her, brought on by Seon-woo's ministrations, were trapped in her throat by In-hong's engorged length. She wanted to give In-hong more pleasure, but the sensations building between her legs were becoming overwhelming. Seon-woo's tongue pistoned in and out of her, sending tremors through her thighs. Just a little more, just a little more… She was on the precipice of release, but something felt lacking. As if sensing her need, Seon-woo's fingers began to rub her swollen cl1t, sending a…- 116.5 K • Ongoing
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