Adult

"Don't get me too riled up. What would you do if I lost my cool?" says Sudou-kun, but it only makes Kaori want to push him over the edge. Then she unknowingly excites him when they're alone together. "Sudou-kun... do you feel it?" She asks honestly, and that's when he...

He just dared to think that he needed to get back his first love that had been taken away from him. It was all that. However, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a person who could help her feel less lonely. “You must be lonely.” As the pot returned to the induction and its level increased, a subtle vibration permeated between the silence of the two. Lee Jaehyun rose from his seat, his gaze fixed on her with an enigmatic look. “Me?” “You know what kind of guy I am.” “So what?” “Why do you treat me well when you know that I’m a different person on the outside and the inside? Maybe that day… Did you see it?” Lee Jaehyun’s voice and eyes changed. He closed in on her, ensnaring her within his arms. Eungyo’s body, which was turned away from him, stiffened up, giving her chilling goosebumps on the back of her neck. “I have a liking for you, Senior. It was love at first sight.” A languid voice sank into her ear. It was also a voice that was contrived, mischievously twisted, and did not express any sincerity. “We would have already been sleeping together if you had gone on a blind date with me.”

One day, a mysterious marquis appeared in a small rural village and started purchasing artwork. However, his sole interest was in pieces themed around "nudes." Liv Rodeis was just an ordinary private tutor. To pay for medicine for her sick younger sibling, she had secretly posed as a nude model a few times. However, she had only allowed her back to be painted, believing it wouldn't cause any issues. Until one day, a nude painting revealing the side of her face was sold to someone. *** “God may listen, but He doesn’t grant wishes.” The cynical words were spoken in a low voice, just loud enough for Liv to hear. “The power to make something happen lies in human hands, Teacher.” The deep voice was chillingly cold but simultaneously captivating, like a Siren’s song. The pale blue eyes, which had been fixed on the religious statue, glanced down at Liv. “So, try praying to me.” The marquis’s lips curved ever so slightly. That fleeting moment of eye contact felt like an eternity. “Who knows? A miracle might just happen.”