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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · Fantasia
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469 Chs

|| Chapter 110 || Sleep

Warning NSFW! (Please mind the warnings) Moulin is 'somewhat' like a trans person. I will be using slightly feminizing words for body parts. Please be warned. If any of you find this uncomfortable, please skip the chapter. (NSFW might last more than one chapter) 

Warning: Lewd language! Vulgar description! 

Read at your own risk!

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The softness of the new mattress brought a surprisingly comfortable feeling as a svelte body fell on it with a slight bounce. The red sheets beneath his hands and the unusual slight dimness of the room gave a strangely sensual atmosphere. In the deep of the night, the night air failed to enter the room for the windows were tightly closed.

On the carpeted floor, clothes were strewn carelessly. The garb of the leonile sentinel laid beside a long red cape, collared with elegant white fur.