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      by Cherry — The moment of stunned hesitation was fleeting. Seo-ha hastily concealed the tablet beneath her pillow once more before inquiring about the identity of the person knocking at her door. Her father never ventured to the second floor, so at this hour, the only likely visitor was the housekeeper. Yet, strangely, no response came. Reluctantly overcoming her laziness, Seo-ha descended from her bed. She paused briefly before the mirror to tidy her disheveled hair, then opened the door. To her astonishment,…
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      by Cherry —  Prosecutor General Na Sang-Hoon’s pushes his razor-thin glasses upward. Beneath his mask was a cunning and corrupt man. He was precisely the type of person Moon Seok-ho favored. Not unnecessarily upright or incorruptible, Prosecutor General Na was a man whose hand could be grasped when needed, yet who could also be manipulated through his weaknesses if he didn't comply. It was largely due to his influence that an unremarkable rural prosecutor had risen to the esteemed position of Prosecutor…
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      by Cherry — A thunderous sound echoed from somewhere. The noise was so loud it numbed her senses, drowning out even the sound of her own ragged breathing. The reverberations seemed to course through her entire body, tormenting Seo-ha. Was it from upstairs? Or perhaps the hallway? Where could such a deafening noise be coming from...? "You're frightened," came a man's voice. Ah, only then did she realize. The pounding, deafening sound, was the sound of her own heartbeat resonating from the left side of…
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      by Cherry — On the rough, unyielding asphalt, being asked to kneel felt unbearable.  The outdoor setting made her self-conscious, and the hard ground against her knees repulsed her. Yet, something else troubled her even more deeply.  The man's words of disappointment struck fear into Seo-ha's heart. The mere thought of disappointing someone who had waited for her filled her with an inexplicable dread. In her small, barren world, she couldn't bear the idea of letting down someone who had chosen to…
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      by Cherry — At first, Seo-ha thought it was just a new congregant who hadn't yet acclimated, acting awkwardly due to poor timing. But even as other people's gazes were clearly focused on him, the man's eyes, hidden beneath his hat, remained fixed on her. Flustered, Sarah looked up at the stage in confusion. She sought to gauge her father's mood and await his instructions. But something felt off. Her father's gaze lingered on the face of the man wearing the deeply pressed hat. It was as if he was trying to…
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      by Cherry — Never mess with a detective. It was an unwritten rule that even the most heinous criminals avoided targeting government officials. This was especially true for those involved in organized crime—challenging the entire police force would only paint an unwanted target on their backs. However, if you already had connections with high-ranking officials, disposing of one or two small tiers of the pyramid below you wouldn't matter much. Particularly when those small tiers were investigating cases that…
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      by Cherry — A flower similar to the rose, the so-called queen of flowers, with its equally crimson petals, appeared simply beautiful to those who knew nothing of its true nature. Yet those who understood the flower's value would immediately calculate the numbers one could have upon selling, and those who knew its taste would salivate with anticipation. Bihwa Island, spanning 1,959 square kilometers - the largest island in South Korea - harbored a secret landscape of poppies. Unlike ornamental varieties, these…
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      by Cherry — Seo-ha's slender thighs rested against the heated, unyielding terrain of another's skin—though "rested" seemed too passive a description. More accurately, his firmly sculpted muscles cradled her, providing a foundation both solid and surprisingly tender. Even without direct touch, she could sense the intricate musculature beneath his skin—a complex landscape of strength that seemed to breathe and respond to her presence. The lines of his body told a story of discipline and controlled power, each…
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