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Dojin, who had seated Jiho in front of the vanity placed in one corner of the dressing room, took out a hairdryer. Soon, a small scuffle broke out between Jiho, who said he could dry his hair by himself, and Dojin, who insisted on drying it for him. This time, however, Dojin had the upper hand. “I’ll be faster if I do it for you.” Drops of water from Jiho’s hair fell onto his shoulders. Adding that if he caught a cold, he would have to go to the hospital, Jiho quieted down. It seemed…- 289.6 K • Completed
- “Hah.” Dojin sighed once more, placing his notebook on the nightstand before sitting down on the edge of the bed. As his weight settled, the mattress sank slightly. “Ugh…” Perhaps it was the shift in the bed that caused Jiho to softly groan and toss in his sleep. His body, curled up on its side, seemed to shrink further. Even in such a large bed, he slept like that, so it seemed it was his sleeping habit. There was something pitiful about even that sleeping habit, and Dojin held his…
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Right then and there, I had to seriously decide whether Yurichen was lying to lure me in—or if he was telling the truth. The insight of the god Gaioh surpassed any confession magic. Banwes, standing exposed as if stripped bare, would have had everything seen through by Yurichen: his past, his present, his immediate thoughts, long-standing traumas, even the secrets he wished to keep buried. Which meant, undoubtedly, that no one knew Banwes better than Yurichen did. And yet… Why is this so hard…- 183.7 K • Completed
- Even though I’d said it like some shameless villain, Paronai’s expression remained oddly relaxed. He even seemed to be smirking a little. “Sure, let’s say you did something a little bad. But your ability to handle spirits was incredible, wasn’t it? They say spirits won’t lend their power to someone with an evil heart.” I fell silent for a moment at Paronai’s words. Now that was the most ridiculous thing I’d heard. If spirits truly chose people based on the goodness of their…
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- Ssshh—soft robes rustled at the man’s feet. Draped head to toe in cloth, the man halted at the edge of the forest. He stared through the veil at the vast woods, which appeared utterly still. “High Priest, is this the forest?” One of the priests who had been shadowing him asked in a hushed voice. The man slowly turned his head in response. “Use the power granted by God to capture him without injury.” “Yes, sir.” That half-demon had evaded capture for thirty years. But…
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- That evening, at the deep, dark hour when the sky had turned black. Banwes began to move, hidden in the darkness. It had been hours since he last moved. Until then, he had stood still as if to become a massive stain on the cave wall.Naturally, I tried to follow him. At that moment, he looked back at me. I knew that the moment he took a breath, I would lose track of him. So before being left behind in the forest, I opened my mouth. “Stop right there. Move slowly, so I can keep…
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- A box of condoms—ordinary enough, save for one with a strange flavor—yet even that ordinary sight unsettled Zhou Shurong. Truth be told, Qin Yan wasn’t doing any better. That night, Zhou Shurong held Qin Yan in his arms, whispering softly into his ear. Qin Yan’s cheeks flushed pale pink with embarrassment. He had just bathed, his skin still dewy with steam like a plump peach. Before he could respond, Zhou Shurong bit down, his teeth gently grinding, then followed with a rub of his cold…
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- The subway was crowded, packed like a tin of sardines. Qin Yan couldn’t help but think—do the ghosts who are reincarnating together also experience something like this? Even though they agreed to reincarnate together, would they miss their stop because they were squeezed out? Zhou Shurong was beside him, shielding him from part of the crowd. But it was quite unfortunate—his body was cold, probably because the air conditioning was too weak or had been absorbed by the crowd. The space was a…
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- Zhou Shurong walked over. The sunlight receded from his body inch by inch. The indoor lighting was somewhat dim, casting a haze over him as if he had just stepped down from the clouds of some illusion. Qin Yan looked at him greedily. The air around him was cold and heavy, yet his face showed no trace of anger—he was smiling, refined and gentle. Step by step, he approached. He stopped in front of the two. Qin Yan’s gaze was intense and fixed on him. Zhou Langxing was frozen by the frost,…
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- “Ugh, seriously!” The man who had thrown Jiho to the ground grabbed his collar again, this time raising a fist—but didn’t actually strike. Maybe even he couldn’t bring himself to hit an S-rank guide. Instead, he just made a threatening show of it. At the same time, the man pinning Sena down raised his fist again. At this rate, she was going to get hit. ‘Danger!’ Somehow, Jiho—face pale with fear—sprang to his feet. But he didn’t try to grab the man’s arm again…
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