CHAPTERS
Thud. The wild asparagus slipped from my limp fingers. The precious shoots rolled across the ground, but I didn't even notice. I was frozen in shock, like the raccoon that'd dipped cotton candy in water. I had the Discernment skill. And now it’s gone. ...And with only about 6 days left on its 15-day cooldown. “You bastard...!” Inventory space shortage, my ass! If there was a capacity limit, you should've warned me beforehand! If not, at least ask me what to delete! Ha... How am I…- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- ‘…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…
- 180.0 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…
- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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…
- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- “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…
- 180.0 K • Ongoing
“Are you already dealing with erectile dysfunction? Is something wrong?" Sejun muttered discontentedly, pressing down on Dogyeong's crotch with his hand. It wasn't like he was kneading fermenting bread dough; pressing down wouldn't make his crotch swell up. As for Dogyeong, he was just blank. It wasn't that he was shocked it wasn't working, nor was he angry at Sejun's irritating words. He simply couldn't comprehend the situation itself – being at the height of his vitality, with a boyfriend…- 279.8 K • Completed
- Seo Sejun. Whenever that subject looked at him while harboring emotions that closely resembled disgust, the memory of that gaze and voice, which had always burned hot, surfaced in his mind. Sejun consciously tried to stop himself from thinking about that presence. Using the sound of Ruya happily flipping through Two Piece from volume one as a lullaby, Sejun tried to coax sleep that wouldn’t come. That attempt failed spectacularly. ••• Sejun had avoided Cha Dogyeong for several days…
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- Sejun declared that he was meeting another man and fastened his seatbelt. Thanks to that, Dogyeong, who had missed his chance to confront him, pursued his lips. Something felt off. Dogyeong had felt strange since earlier. When he heard yet another incident had happened near Sejun, he felt both worried and angry. Why did these things keep happening around Sejun? Was he okay? His mind was a jumble. But when he actually met Sejun, he wasn't in any life-threatening crisis. In fact, he seemed far…
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- "It was broken, but something happened..." If he’d known this would happen, he shouldn't have asked Ruya to heal him, Sejun thought with a small pang of regret as Yerin scanned his body from head to toe. "Your clothes are all torn, but you don't have a single scratch. How did you heal?" “There’s stuff like that.” Sejun frowned; he looked like he found it awkward to explain. It really was awkward to explain. There were many unexplained points, but it felt strange to press him on why…
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