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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

Making promises ʘ‿ʘ

Is there a way to prevent these tears? This was so annoying! "You got me so scared," I murmured as I turned away feeling embarrassed.

He caught my wrist and turned me to face him. Can't someone tell him, I don't want him to see me crying in self-pity? The more embarrassed I got, the more I wanted to stop crying yet the more the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I am sorry," he said shocking every single cell of my body. He pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back gently. "You must have been very scared."

I decided to vent since he gave me the opportunity to. I cried with my face pressed against his shirt soaking it wet without bothering. "You should never leave like that again. I thought you went away to die," I cried.

"I am not going to die," he told me.

It made me feel like a child who was getting spoken to in a manner to appease him even though it was an obvious lie.