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My obsession with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was browsing through online shops when a particularly cover caught my attention. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a story of forbidden desire, and I was instantly captivated. From that moment on, I dove headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every issue I could get my hands
The scarlet blossoms, a chorus of crimson, beckoned with their intoxicating fragrance. A veil of petals concealed a glowing heart, pulsing with a hidden desire. The air itself felt charged, pulsating with anticipation. One could almost hear the murmurs of passion carried on the soft wind. This was a garden where passion bloomed in its most form, a
He was a nobleman, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a commoner, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths collided in a hidden garden, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion, a forbidden symphony