Bakugou Spicy Novels & Stories

The place was lively but welcoming, filled with the aroma of fried noodles and fragrant soup. Aurelia scanned the menu, her eyes lighting up. "Bas, can I order something spicy? I feel like I need something that'll wake me up." "Go ahead." "I'm not stopping you." Her smile widened. She ordered a spicy soup, while Baskara stuck with a simple plate of fried rice. When the food arrived, Aurelia eagerly took the first bite. "Ouch... that's hot!" she exclaimed, wincing before smiling again. "But it's really good."

He grabbed Conrad by the collar and started pounding him without a word. The two high-ranking men brawled like common street thugs in the room, trading brutal blows until their faces were swollen and their lips bloodied. Worn out, they finally sagged against the wall, each gripping a bottle of liquor, their eyes fixed on the sky.

The cable car was suddenly heated. Aria breaks the kiss and takes off her cardigan, leaving her bra which was snapped off in a single attempt by Victor. The cold made Aria’s boobs perky, with her nipples responding to the cold. “Thought you were cold, Aria,” Victor remarked; his voice low nad raspy.

An old man, two tall young men, and a petite lady in between them walked into a spice store. Monojit pulled a basket at the entrance. Old man Abhik started the lesson. "Masala is the soul of Bengal food. And the food is the soul of Bengal." Abhik rounded a shelf full of spices packaged by a kilo in a variety of colors. With just a glimpse, the spices created an image of a rainbow in the customer's eye, inviting them to come closer to buy.

“But if you want, I could try baking one…” “Yes, please!” “How about 宫保虾蛄?” I asked. (Gōng bǎo xiā gū) (Spicy, stir-fried mantis prawn) “要饭么?” (Yào fàn me?) (Do you need rice?) “Yes, of course!” “…Rice?” Kuroyuki murmured. “…I want a 弁当, please.” (Bento) (Home-packed meal) “Then would you mind having the same rice with Kuroyuki instead?” Blaze asked me.

Léon My mouth finds her, full, open, burning. I taste her, truly, for the first time. Without barrier. Her pure, complex, intoxicating essence. I drink her. My tongue explores every fold, every secret recess, finds the nerve center, pulsing, and lingers there with delicate cruelty. I eat her. As one consumes an offering. With devotion and voracity.