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And it was not just an uncomfortable feeling or confusion or lack of desire. It was the pain that hit me so hard, that it almost blinded me. ***** Want to read SUPER ADVANCE chapters of this story and more of my books? Please join my Patreon and read all the new chapters there before everyone else. Just search for: p a t r e o n . c o m / k t i s h 7 Follow my page to stay up to date with upcoming chapters and new books- f b . c o m / k t i s h 7

Like something terrified of being left alone again. And beneath all the agony I felt its real fear. Not fear of suffering. Fear that the suffering would never matter to anyone. Tears streamed endlessly down my face. “You’re not a monster,” I whispered weakly into the darkness. The network trembled violently around us. The entity answered immediately. Broken. “THEN WHY DOES IT HURT THIS MUCH?” The question shattered me. Because every reader of life eventually asks that same thing. Why does loving people hurt so badly? Why does losing them feel unbearable?

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one

A woman near the counter glanced at me, then at her phone, then back at me again, and instead of whispering to the person beside her, she just nodded slightly before looking away. I slowed down without realizing it. “You see it?” Diego asked under his breath. “I do,” I replied. We moved behind the counter, and I placed my phone down for a moment, trying to steady myself before picking it up again as it buzzed once more. I opened another post, this one filled with comments that scrolled endlessly beneath a quote from my book. “I felt this.” “This part hurt.” “She didn’t deserve everything they said about her.” My chest tightened again, but it didn’t feel like pressure. “I didn’t think it woul

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This time, I was ready for the pain that I didn’t even blink when it started burning. It felt like the times when my father made me hold hot coals so I could grow resistance to them. He was a sick and depraved bastard. The book feels old. The pages are crusty and seconds from falling apart. I bet they only have one more read left in them. And I’ll be glad to offer it.

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I inhaled a breathe when I ended the speech. She looked at me while questioning. "Does it hurt?" I looked at her and I tried to hide my small smile while saying. "For man, NO! but for women, Yes. It does hurt and pain the first time but it all depends on your partner. And it hurts whenever it's done brutally or forcibly but if women enjoy the same its becomes a pleasure." She thinned her eyebrows looking at me and asked. "Then why people do it if it's hurt." I became completely silent listening to her question and somehow try to find good words to describe to her. But somehow, I realized that I was sitting with a kid.

I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert. Feeling realy confused, I pull out the second - Priest, by a Sierra Simone, these books are giving me a certain vibe. I pull out another, laughing at the incredulous title - Does It Hurt, by an H.D Carlton, feeling really curious, I open a random page, and frown as I try to make sense of the scene. I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud.

I didn't reply me cause I knew what I was gonna say out. He dropped the book "Does it hurt?"he asked. "It does,it really hurts"I answered still feeling a little pain "I still feel pains but I'm trying to ignore it"my voice broke.i couldn't believe I was being opened to him. "I know how you feel"he said so calmly "No you don't"I said wiping away my tears. "Hmm,do you need any massage or pain reliever"he asked "No, I'll heal.i don't know till when but I'll heal completely soon,thanks"I thanked him