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Ωである帝国宰相セイランは、かつて亡き英雄アレクシスと番（つがい）を結んでいた。 その死を経て、彼が育てたのは――英雄の息子であり、皇帝の後継者となる少年・カイ。 養父として与えた庇護と教養。だが成長したカイ（α）は、番の刻印を刻むことで、今度はセイランを手に入れようとする。 「父上、あなたのすべてを、俺にください」 重なる罪と愛、政と欲望。 帝国の運命を背負いながらも、ふたりは背徳の境界を越えて、番《つがい》として結ばれる。 ――これは、育てた子に番として奪われた男と、父の影を超えて愛を誓う青年の、血と罪にまみれた永遠の恋の記録。 ※本命以外との関係描写あり（最終的に本命と結ばれます）。

■「なぜここに来たのだろう。どうしてここにいるのだろう」 自ら館に囚われる少年と、彼を慈しむ主の紳士。 二人の歪んだ愛の先に待つのものは、幸福か、破滅か。 完璧紳士×おっとり少年のダークファンタジーBL。

元子役の高校生、一架は視姦が趣味。かつてのファンを集めて乱交パーティーを楽しむ日々を送っていたが、あるとき役者時代の知り合いが担任教師として現れ…。 教師×生徒。 ※総受け、複数ＣＰあり。

砂漠の王宮に響く、夜ごとの語り。 「愛すれば死ぬ」という呪いを背負う孤独な王と、兄の死の影を纏った語り部――互いに満たされぬ心を抱えながらも、ふたりは夜ごと現実と寓話のあわいで心と身体を重ね合う。 果たして、過去と痛み、赦しと自己犠牲の連鎖を超えて、人は“ただ一人の自分”として誰かを愛することができるのか？ 物語ることでしか近づけなかったふたりが、やがて“語り部”と“王”という役割を超え、本当の自分として対等に向き合う瞬間―― 幻想と現実、官能と再生が交錯するこの王宮で、彼らはどんな結末にたどり着くのか。 静かな絶望の先に見える、ほのかな夜明け。 心を揺さぶる再生のドラマが、いま幕を開けます。

背中についた爪の痕が、痛いのか熱いのか── 僕に溺れている君があまりにも愛おしい── 鬼畜サイコパス教師×強がりヤンキーの恋の馴れ初め 生きるのが下手くそな、先生と芯の物語。 知る所と知らない所のすれ違いが交差して、想いは交われない。 互いに分かり合えてきたはずなのに、肝心な所を知らない。 そこへ加わる過去の異物。 誰よりも自分を知らないから行き違う想い。 相手の機微には無意識で敏感なのに。 バカと天然と鈍感は横並びで、息衝く愛を蹴落としてゆく。 ※タイトルについて ＊：先生視点 ＃：芯視点 匿名での感想やメッセージなどはコチラへ https://ofuse.me/e/32936

My name is Janet Chance, and I am a researcher focusing on cancer drug development. I have a blissful family life and a career worth fighting for. However, just as I am about to go save a life using my newly researched drug, I discover that the car specifically used to transport the drug has inexplicably disappeared. Upon checking the surveillance footage, I learn that my high school classmate, Melissa Lane, has driven it away. "What do you mean it's your car? This is my husband's car!" I snap back anxiously. "Give me back my car! Right now!" Just as I finish speaking, I hear a crowd's mocking laughter coming from the other end of the phone. "Do you know who you're talking to?" "Your car? This car belongs to the wealthiest man in the country!" Melissa immediately adds, "I'm about to marry the wealthiest man in Azlude! He was worried about my safety, so he specifically allowed me to take this car. "He told me it's very well protected with its bulletproof glass. How dare you say this car is yours, you penniless loser?" In order to take back the drug, I have no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. That is when I see the man embracing her in the poster is Samuel Fuller, who is none other than the husband I have been married to for the past three years.

I did not get pregnant in the five years that I was married to Julian Gunter. He claimed that there was something wrong with his body and asked me not to leave him. But one day, I was sent to the hospital because of a stomach ache and continuous bleeding. A nurse came in and gave me an injection. She muttered impatiently, “Can’t you hold yourself back? You’re pregnant, but you had such vigorous love making. It serves you right that you lost your baby.” I endured the pain and walked out. “Mr. Gunter wanted Mrs. Gunter to have a permanent contraceptive injection after her fifth miscarriage. Don’t worry. Mr. Gunter has a way around it.” “The heir of Gunter Group can only be Mr. Jack Gunter.” Jack was the son of Julian’s sister-in-law.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

When my dad died, my husband was at the airport—picking up another girl. She looked like me. Only difference? He actually loved her. I was just the stand-in. Three years of marriage? It cost me my dad... and every last shred of self-respect. But at least I finally saw him for who he was. I left the country in a soaked dress. That's when it hit him—what it really meant to lose. "Emily, I was wrong!" "Daniel Wilson, it's too late." Stand-ins don't get love. They get a new beginning.

Attending a high school reunion, I rode my motorcycle to the venue. By the time I arrived at the Moon Valley Hotel, most of my former classmates were already there. Everyone seemed to be doing well for themselves. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars belonging to high-ranking pack members. There was even a Rolls Royce that belonged to the son of an Alpha. As I dismounted from my motorcycle, a former male classmate I barely remembered looked at me with disdain. "Well, well, if it isn't our former class president. Still riding a basic bike like an omega, I see." During dinner, everyone was fawning over the Alpha's son while completely ignoring me in the corner. Only Derek, our former class monitor and now a beta, sat beside me with a sympathetic look. "Don't worry about it. Even though you're still just an omega like your parents, I'm sure one day you'll rise up in the pack rankings." I couldn't help but smirk, whispering under my breath: "This isn't just any motorcycle. It's the Royal Guard's official vehicle."