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      by Emerlyn — "He doesn't hit me." Although I had thought it might be better if he did hit me, I hadn't been physically abused. The only time he had harmed me was when he choked me in the swimming pool. So I answered immediately, but Lee Yuna continued to look at me with suspicious eyes. "Really?" Her casual query was meaningful. Though no other questions followed, I could guess what she was thinking. She probably wanted to ask if I had experienced other forms of abuse but decided against it. "It's not…
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      by Emerlyn — Unlike the Ocean, where only cold water would come out, the young master's home had warm water gushing out abundantly. Nowadays, the weather wasn't that cold, but being able to rinse my body with warm water was a rare luxury. Perhaps that's why, despite knowing water was precious, I ended up dawdling a bit. Before entering the Ocean, I would collect rainwater in a leaky bucket to wash myself. During the rainy summer, I could manage somehow, but in the freezing winters, it was sheer agony. The water was…
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      by Emerlyn — The party continued until late into the evening. As the host, Kei continued to go around greeting people, while Joo Do-hwa watched everything from a distance away. On the surface, he seemed no different than usual, but his subtly reduced speech indicated his mood was not normal. Even as I kept an eye on things, the attention focused on Joo Do-hwa showed no signs of diminishing. Occasionally, some would muster the courage to speak to him, but they all gave up before saying more than three sentences.…
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      by Emerlyn — I belatedly bowed my head deeply. The gaze that had touched my face felt piercing to the point of stinging. The pounding of my heart muffled Chairman Joo's words. "How are you…?" He spoke haltingly as he slowly got up from his seat. Though we were more than ten steps apart, the creaking sound of his chair being pushed back made my heart feel like it was about to sink into the pit of my stomach. My blood ran cold, causing a slight tremor to start from my fingertips. "Chairman?" It was Henry…
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      by Emerlyn — "Ah...!" Kwakh, my lower abdomen throbbed with the inserted organ. It was still a bit overwhelming, but it didn't hurt as much as before. The only problem was that the organ, which I thought had come all the way in, dug in even deeper. "Stop, hng, stop..." The thing that came in reached a place I had never reached before. At the same time as my lower abdomen was pressed down, an unfamiliar sensation bloomed from inside my stomach. "Th, ah...Ugh..." Before I knew it, the limp organ had begun…
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      by Emerlyn — It was an absurd accusation. Seducing a woman? If offering someone a seat counted as seduction, how rudely did he expect me to treat Lee Yuna? "I just made a suggestion. We can't keep her standing forever." "How kind of you." Why don't you try being kind yourself? The words rose to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back. If he was going to be concerned about his fiancée, he should at least pretend to take care of her. Though Lee Yuna probably wouldn't want that anyway. "Since that's…
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      by Emerlyn — "..." The hair on my head stood on end. It was because the monotone voice had hit the mark. It seemed that Joo Do-hwa noticed that my body had stiffened underneath his touch, as he firmly pressed his forehead against my shoulder. "I told you not to look at me like that..." Of course, the shoulder would be stronger than the forehead. The problem was that a sense of oppression came from even his small cat-like movements. But it seemed that Joo Do-hwa had no intention of threatening me, as he calmly…
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      by Emerlyn — "..." I silently looked at him. The idiot who cracked his head while fucking. His scathing assessment reminded me of someone I had almost forgotten. 'How much?' 'How much for one use of the hole?' Events from just a few months ago felt as distant as memories from a past life. The thick cigar smoke. The pheromones mixed in it and the hands pinning me down. And finally, the blood-mixed liquor that poured out at the end. "I heard he still can't use his right hand much...Give him a greeting if…
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