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Book 6: Rivals on the Mat (BDSM)

Penulis: CHIBI WRITES
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-31 06:40:15

The wrestling room smelled like rubber mats, sweat, and that sharp antiseptic cleaner they used after hours. The overhead lights were dimmed to half, casting long shadows across the blue mats. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only two people remained.

Kai Rivera stood near the edge of the mat, chest still heaving, a thin sheen of sweat making the black ink on his ribs glisten. The tattoo, a simple geometric pattern that wrapped around his lower ribs, shifted with every breath. At 22, he
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