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[BL] Transmigration: finding love in an unfamiliar world

He is the king and there was nowhere I could hide from him in this world. I was dragged into a world of strange yet familiar desires and I don't know if it is okay for me to give in to the overwhelming pleasure. If it all turns to love . . . What will happen to me? I have to return to my mother but how will I escape? Well, that is for you to find out. Slowly but surely. In this story, I will let you in on my deepest secrets after my transmigration. It was only for a while and I might return home perhaps those thoughts gave me the boldness to give in to the physical attraction I felt toward him. If I ever return home, will I be able to hide from the feelings he engraved in my soul? Perhaps we might meet and I don't know what my reaction would be. And what about my dark longings? Warning: *The MC gets to discover the darkest part of himself. *Don't try to rationalize this (๑•﹏•)(◠‿・)—☆ /^\ ಠ_ಠ Disclaimer: No event, place, character, or religion depicted in this story is real. This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, religion or actual events is purely coincidental. (↼_↼) Picture from Pinterest Thanks.

OT_Josie · LGBT+
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174 Chs

I don't want it

"No, I am trying to help you remember what we had and what you and I went through together to get to where we are now. You told me you loved me and that was the reason I risked everything to find you."

/ / / ^ \\\

I woke up with a pain that had me remembering all that happened which I thought was a dream before that wave of pain that spread through my spine told me how much of a reality it was. 

It was not a dream, right? It had to be a dream. I tried to stand up but I was sent back to the bed by the body that was once mine but chose at that moment to go against my wishes.

I wanted to kill somebody. I know what had happened, I did not need an explanation but as I looked back at how I had only fought for barely a minute before giving, I felt shame tint my cheeks with red. 

I was both embarrassed and angry. I laid that way for more than an hour praying death takes me away from the embarrassment I wished I had forgotten. If only I had amnesia.