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My craving with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was digging through online avenues when a eye-catching cover caught my gaze. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a tale of forbidden love, and I was instantly captivated. From that moment on, I plunged headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every chapter I could get my hands on,
The scarlet blossoms, a symphony of crimson, beckoned with their intoxicating scent. A veil of petals concealed a glowing heart, pulsing with here a secret desire. The air itself felt charged, swelling 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 form,
He was a nobleman, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a dancer, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths collided in a masquerade ball, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofconsequences. Stolen moments of affection fueled their passion, a burning ember a