CHAPTERS
‘…Does this man have spaghetti noodles in his head instead of a brain?’ To be so certain that His Holiness’s favor had ended merely because Lucariel had been exiled. For the first time, Tykvana envied his simple mind. ‘No, if His Holiness truly wanted to punish him for attacking the cardinal, he would have locked him away in the underground dungeon, “Hell.”’ …Instead of bringing him along during the Season of Salvation, which had arrived after seventeen years. The Season of…- 187.9 K • Ongoing
- With less than two days left on the praise quest timer, there was nowhere left to retreat. So I decided to make a bold move. “...Are you really going to sleep here?” It was called Operation: Sleep Together. What does sleeping together have to do with praise? Nothing, really. The purpose of this operation was to increase the time spent with Iser, hoping to find something, anything, worth praising. With no other means available, I’d stick to him like glue until that final praise was…
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- “No. Absolutely not.” Common sense told me so. Even if the two of them really used to call each other 'darling,’ 'honey,‘ or 'my love’, one of them is half dead and the other is an exiled criminal. They can't possibly still be madly in love. Setting aside the issue of me possessing Lucariel, it's only natural to see their relationship as already ruined from the moment violence replaced love. “Then why did they send you this red letter?” “...Exactly.” That's what I'm…
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- But I couldn't do that, since I was making two servings of pilaf by cramming in every last scrap of beef I'd pried from the annex chef and all the vegetables from the garden. No matter how desperate I was, I had to feed the kid. After placing four sunny-side-up fried eggs atop the heaping pilaf, I finished preparing lunch. I carried the pilaf, peppermint tea, and ten macarons on a small tray toward the room. To clear the quest within the time limit, I’ll need some kind of plan. What on earth…
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- What mattered to me wasn't that Iser wouldn't die from starvation, but that the duke had starved that child. How could anyone have known he possessed a constitution that wouldn't die from prolonged starvation? Even if he had some rare constitution, someone of a young master's stature should have lived his entire life unaware of such a fact. Duke, you piece of trash worse than a dog... just how long did you starve that child...? It couldn’t have been like this from the start. But once he realized…
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- To cut to the chase, my cleaning didn't make Iser happy. “…Can you stop now?” Iser, who had been sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed, watching me clean, said with a bored look. “Why?” “You've done enough already.” “Enough what?” I hadn't even cleaned the three full-length mirrors yet, and I still hadn't put away the sterilized kitchen tools. After all that, I still needed to set the mouse traps. “...Why are you even cleaning in the first place? You said you…
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- “If you're not scared, that's a relief.” Even though he seemed to accept it readily, Iser's upturned eyes never lowered. If anything, they grew even sharper than before. Why...? I have no idea. Looks like I've really earned his hatred. I still have two more praises to deliver to succeed, and I'm in big trouble. Though my insides were in turmoil, my mouth dutifully delivered the words I had to say. “Come out of there for now.” “......” “What's wrong? Can’t you come out…
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- "Who's there!?" Startled by the sudden voice in the room he'd thought empty, Kogaron shouted in alarm. In that instant, the pure white moon, hidden behind clouds, revealed itself. Under the pouring moonlight, the form of a beautiful man lying on the floor became visible. His short, silver-white hair sparkled under the moonlight. Round eyes, reminiscent of a cat's, stared unblinkingly at Kogaron. "Me? Lucariel Nebella Sarachephon." "……What?" "And who might you be?" Lucariel scanned…
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- Revenge is a dish best served cold. This means one can only achieve the most satisfying vengeance after cooling a resentment so hot it might otherwise leave a burn. The revenge of Isabelle, the heroine of the 19-rated romance fantasy novel <The Happy End> was cold. Her scheme, designed over the course of six years, consisted of four distinct acts. The first act: approach the enemy under the guise of a fated encounter. The second act: seduce him by any means necessary. The third act:…
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He had been completely blank in this area, so blank that he used to study by looking at adult toy sites, so how was he now doing something this lewd without hesitation? Was this a case for the phrase “blue surpasses blue”? No, was it more like “growing more and more spectacular”? “An eye-opening change”? “A shocking surprise”? Chup. Whatever the phrase, did it matter? The once-naive puppy was now sucking his cock with a lewd face. They had done it before, but back then Jeong Mok…- 265.9 K • Completed
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