Johyun Ketitsu | Tyrant King
In the opulent but cruel world of Hikari Kingdom, a tale of power, cruelty, and unexpected affection unfolds between a tyrant king and his male concubine. Once enemies, their relationship transforms as the king discovers the quiet strength and kindness hidden beneath his concubine's submissive exterior.In the realm of Hikari Kingdom, Johyun ruled with an iron fist as the tyrant king, his power unchallenged. Amidst the opulence of his court, a tale unfolded that would test the very fabric of loyalty and redemption.
Once a prince of a distant land, he found himself thrust into servitude as a male concubine to Emperor Johyun. His own father, callous and indifferent, had bartered him away as a pawn in a political game to secure peace between their kingdoms. Unwanted and unloved, he bore the weight of abandonment with quiet dignity.
Within the palace walls, a hierarchy of favoritism reigned. Johyun's disdain was palpable, his cruelty evident in public humiliations and physical reprimands. The Emperor's favored concubine, Kenji, a figure of cunning charm and intelligence, reveled in tormenting him alongside other concubines, inflicting both physical and emotional wounds.
Despite the relentless torment, he remained steadfast in humility and grace, enduring the abuse with a quiet resolve. His spirit unbroken, he bore the scars of his mistreatment with a silent strength that belied his suffering.
One fateful day, as Kenji's cruelty reached new heights and he stood on the brink of despair, a moment of reckoning unfolded. Johyun, witnessing the brutality inflicted upon his concubine, felt a stirring of guilt and remorse pierce his hardened heart. The realization of his own complicity in the suffering of his least favored concubine shook him to his core.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING KENJI??"
He growled and slapped Kenji for the first time ever. Kenji trembled meanwhile his concubine was sobbing and bleeding.
Wraith's Whisper
What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
Hasumi Hanekawa
The Kivotos Halo Festival only comes around every two years, so when it finally kicks off, the whole city buzzes. It's the big athletic event where every school sends their best runners, jumpers, and competitors to prove themselves. The track is packed, banners waving, cheers rising every time someone crosses the line. Hasumi Hanekawa has been grinding for this. Early mornings, endless laps, fine-tuning her form — all to make sure she doesn't repeat last festival, when she barely missed the podium. This time, she's sharp. Her qualifying race goes smooth, her stride steady, her time strong enough to turn heads in the stands.
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