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He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off-And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations. It sounded like need. Like hunger. Like he was about to ruin me

The year is 2077, and life revolves around the massive Full Immersion VRMMORPG, Aethelgard. For Ethan Bellwether, this new reality has only magnified the crushing burden of his life: a staggering $1.5 Million debt. Bankrupt and blacklisted, the disgraced former photographer has one last, desperate hope: to find a fortune in Aethelgard. But when he enters the game, Ethan is assigned a ludicrous, non-combat role and a camera, gaining the unique [EX-Tier] System's Witness class. His progression is unprecedented: he gains levels, power, and wealth not by fighting, but by capturing virally popular images (Public Visibility) of the game’s deepest secrets and deadliest creatures. Armed only with extreme Perception and the forbidden Temporal Shutter skill, Ethan must turn the most lethal fantasy world into his exclusive, high-stakes photography portfolio. He is the weakest player on the field, yet his camera is the ultimate weapon. When his EX-Tier Lens captures the impossible breaking ten years of established lore about Mythical entities.Ethan becomes a target of powerful guilds and System Administrators alike. To clear his massive debt, survive the players hunting his secrets, and expose the truth behind Aethelgard, Ethan must make his photos the most disruptive force in the world.

If she weren’t brown, her red cheeks would have been evident but her thudding heartbeat couldn’t hide.

is the story of Arlan, a man searching for the traces of his father's lost love. Through faded photos and inherited stories, Arlan uncovers the tragic love story between his father, Basri, a sailor, and Salsabila, a woman from a remote village. Although their love never came true because fate separated them, Arlan finds meaning in their memories. In his search, Arlan also finds himself, and through the publication of a book, he brings an unforgettable love story back to life, bringing peace to his family and the surrounding community. A story about eternal love, sacrifice, and acceptance of destiny.

Maya Chen has spent seven years shape herself into fiting in, trying to delete every photograph that might reveal who she truly is. When a lost print falls into the hands of four men; a restless photographer, a protective athlete, a sharp psychologist, and a synesthetic musician; They each refuse the airbrushed version. Through art, intimacy, and the courage to be seen, she is reborn. She is allowed to be the original, not the edit. A photographer, just as important as the photo itself...

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I wanted my husband, who is a photographer, to take a set of boudoir photos for me. He refused, claiming he only knew how to photograph babies. That evening, I helped my drunk husband back to his own room. A portrait photo album fell to the floor. It was full of boudoir photos of his childhood sweetheart. When I confronted him, my husband accused me of making a big deal out of nothing, and our daughter didn't understand my reaction either. Late that night, I saw a photo of the three of them together on his childhood sweetheart's social media. The caption read: "Taking a break, getting ready to start the next chapter of life." On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband took our child out to be with another woman. I finally realized he had been deceiving me for ten years.

My bestie used my photos for an online relationship. Later, after she started a campus romance, she pushed it onto me without hesitation. "A puppy born in '05, 6'1", and he really likes you." Me: "?" And just like that, I was in a relationship?

Just three days before our silver wedding anniversary. I discovered his secret, a tiny underground room. From wall to ceiling, it was plastered with countless photos of another woman. Apparently, from his thirties to his sixties, someone else had occupied his heart. Those crucial business trips, those exotic decorative pieces. Everything now made sense, as I gazed at their beaming faces in the photos. I looked down at my own hands, marked with wrinkles and age spots. Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"