nana
Stories 34
Chapters 675
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Mia stood with Adillot before the central palace, watching as Marquess Hochschild was brought forth under guard. Behind the disheveled Marquess, the very furnace he'd attempted to sell off was being transported on a carriage. Mia couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. ‘So that's it. This way, Marquess Hochschild can't use the technology, and even if he's already sold the Miromis furnace technology, it's useless now.’ It was just like Joachim. 'The problem with…- 250.6 K • Ongoing
Marquess Hochschild looked with displeasure at the passing scenery beyond the carriage window. If only that Rajput fellow hadn't insisted on seeing it himself. It was risky for him to come to such a place in person, but he had no choice. If we’re going to continue doing business in the future, it’s probably a good idea to meet face-to-face at least once. With that thought, Marquess Hochschild headed to the meeting point. He took one last look at the people escorting the converter, all…- 250.6 K • Ongoing
- “You’re lucky. If Marquess Hochschild had been contacted directly, he might have noticed something amiss.” “Knowing him, he wouldn’t have accepted a direct call! He’d have passed it off to a subordinate if things got tricky.” “Whatever the case, we’re one step ahead.” Joachim spoke, Mia agreed, and Adillot chimed in. The man was Marquess Hochschild’s sole contact in the Etrurina region. It was lucky. Who would have thought the person who entered the room at that time…
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- At that, Adillot reflexively kicked out at the wall. “Gasp. Haah… haah…” Mia scrambled out, gulping down air. What strange feeling. It was just lack of oxygen! No wonder her heart had been racing. Then, as she steadied herself on the floor, her fingers brushed against something. Rustle. “Huh?” It was a stack of papers, seemingly dislodged from the hidden compartment when they tumbled out. Mia’s eyes widened as she examined them. Her expression turned…
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- Mia pointed to a room tucked away in a corner of the steel mill. It looked like an office, cluttered with various tools and equipment, including what appeared to be a communication stone. Nothing about the space seemed particularly unusual. But Mia, her eyes sharp, scanned the room. There it is! As expected, a large wooden bookcase stood against one wall, conspicuously empty. While its barren shelves were odd, the bookcase itself appeared ordinary. However, this unassuming…
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- He couldn’t bring himself to admit he’d been jealous, watching Inha close to Hyunjae during field day practice, or that he’d been waiting to hold her since class began. When he saw his arm around Inha’s waist at the end of practice, Seongjun couldn’t focus on soccer drills at all. Even without dating experience, he knew a jealous, insecure man wasn’t attractive. He couldn’t tell Hyunjae to stay away from Inha. “…I like going to school with you,” he finally said, tightening…
- He traced the cleft between her lips with the tip of his tongue, stroking up and down. Inha, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sensation, pushed at his face, but unlike before, he didn't budge. Instead, he rubbed her cl*t even more insistently, sending a shiver through her lower abdomen. Sungjun lifted one of Inha's legs and draped it over his shoulder, exposing her flushed core. He lapped at every fold, greedily drawing in her slick. Inha felt as if her entire being was being sucked into his mouth,…
- A slow, languid tongue lapped at her collarbone, a stark contrast to the rough, urgent hands kneading her flesh. Seongjun, seemingly frustrated by the bandage, tugged Inha's shirt free from her waistband and slid his hand beneath the fabric. His fingers moved swiftly, locating and untying the knot. “Inha, open your mouth.” His tone, less patient than usual, accompanied the forceful parting of her lips and the intrusion of his tongue. He coiled around hers, drawing…
- He radiated a blatant animosity, a clear 'I hate you so much, I can't help but provoke you,' rather than the subtly irritating malice of before. Strangely, Inha didn't find it threatening. It felt oddly manageable. She even thought that practicing with this guy might be better than with that awkward classmate she’d never spoken to. She wondered if this was some twisted form of affection. “Ugh, let's just practice.” And as soon as they began, Inha quickly retracted that…
- The competition for the limited spots in popular events was fierce. Arguments erupted over the games like soccer and basketball, which filled up instantly, with some suggesting resorting to rock-paper-scissors and others insisting that only the best players should participate. At this rate, even if Inha didn't actively participate, no one would mind. 'They'd probably be happy about it,' she thought. Inha scanned the board, looking for less popular events or something that suited her aptitude.…
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