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My craving with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was scurrying through online avenues when a striking cover caught my gaze. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a story of forbidden love, and I was instantly captivated. From that moment on, I plunged headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every issue I could get my hands on, sp… Read More

The vibrant blossoms, a symphony of crimson, beckoned with their intoxicating perfume. A curtain of petals concealed a lustrous heart, pulsing with a latent desire. The air itself felt charged, thickening with anticipation. One could almost hear the rustlings of passion carried on the gentle wind. This was a garden where love bloomed in its most fo… Read More

He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a dancer, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths crossed in a masquerade ball, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Stolen moments of affection f… Read More