Japanese Idol

—¡Ay... más suave, mi esposo me está llamando! —exclamé con las mejillas enrojecidas mientras tomaba el teléfono y contestaba la videollamada. Al otro lado de la línea, mi esposo, con la mirada perdida, me daba una orden tras otra, sin percatarse de que, fuera de cámara, un joven movía la cabeza entre mis piernas.

Con la epidemia se vio afectado mi sueldo, y para ganar más dinero con el que mantener a mi familia, volví a mi profesión anterior de masajista ciego a tiempo parcial. Sin embargo, lo que no me esperaba fue que había un servicio especial oculto en la última planta de ese salón de masajes. La primera clienta que atendí allí fue Cecilia Lagos, la bella presidenta de mi empresa, y quería que le diera un masaje especial...

Mi nombre es Addison Calder. Durante mi primer celo como mujer lobo adulta, Morgan Flint, de la nada, me dijo que quería terminar. No pude dejar de llorar; y no fue por tener el corazón roto, sino porque el tormento de mi ciclo de apareamiento me estaba consumiendo. Me aferré a su manga y me acerqué a él, intentando calmar la tensión con un beso. Impaciente, Morgan me empujó hacia su hermano mayor, Tucker Flint. —A Addie se le pasaron las copas y está fuera de sí. ¿Me ayudas a calmarla? Mientras Tucker se acercaba, Morgan se inclinó y le dijo en voz baja: —Cuídamela bien. No dejes que se le acerque nadie. Solo voy a terminar con ella por un rato. En cuanto me aburra de divertirme por ahí, regreso con ella. Tucker asintió y me subió con cuidado al auto. —¿Te duele? Abrumada por el dolor, me aferré a su corbata mientras las lágrimas me corrían por la cara. —Por favor… ayúdame. Las pupilas de Tucker se contrajeron y su voz sonó profunda. —¿Y exactamente cómo quieres que te ayude? En un instante, me incliné y pegué mis labios a los suyos. —Bésame… o deja que te bese. Nuestro beso apasionado disipó gran parte de la tensión que me carcomía. Al ver que las orejas de Tucker estaban rojas, volví a tomarlo de la corbata. —¿Me llevas a casa?

‘เซน’ นายช่างหนุ่มวัย 29 ดันทะลุมิติเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างเด็กม.6 ที่จากไปเพราะแม่เลี้ยงวางแผนฮุบสมบัติ อุตส่าห์ได้มีโอกาสเกิดใหม่ทั้งที่แต่กลับไม่ได้สุ่มไปโลกเทพเซียน แต่พี่สุ่มให้ผมเป็นIdolนี่นะ!!!

Mia Sherin, a girl who doesn't care about anything other than her life and her dream. She doesn't care about what others say about her nor what others think about her. She's often known as odd and a girl without feelings; an exact example of an introvert. Her normal life is interrupted by an idol ghost from far away. She's forced to accept his companionship, SSB Lee Jimin's companionship. A girl who doesn't even know the meaning of the word idol gets an idol companion. But what will when fate decides to meddle in their lives and make it a little complicated? What will happen when the laws of soulmates bind them together? Will they accept each other to survive...or will they break apart forever? Dive in to find out!

At a concert, I went wild, shouting at the top idol on stage, “Tony Townsend, spray on my face!” That night, my brother had me pinned against the ancestral altar, a ruler pressing down on the back of my neck. “Lift your head. Tell me, what did you want that idol to do to you?” Later, he shoved me down onto the mattress, his fingertips grinding against my swollen lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Sarah is a drama fan who went and live in Korea just to see her idol up close. But one day when she was going out on a shopping spree for some idol goods. She tripped and sprained her foot so bad. And someone went to help her. In her shock, she meet her idol in flesh, Dohyung Kang, a not-so-famous Korean actor but she fell so hard on his talents. He offered help but she refuses and in her mind, she was already so ashamed of herself since he already discovered she was a hardcore fan. He lifted her up and brought her to his home and meet his wife, Ji-Ha Kang, who was a doctor who practiced both old and modern treatment. Ji-Ha tried the massage treatment on her sprain and Sarah moans Infront of them... This will be a complicated and mature story of a polygamous relationship. They solve their problem and sex life.

"I'm a master at laundry and cooking, whether it's fast food, Japanese cuisine, or a French feast. What would you like to eat first? Marry me, and I guarantee you'll be blessed with delicious meals every day, Mr. Getson. So, will you marry me?""Sure!"After learning from the failure of her first marriage, Nancy only wanted an ordinary man to spend her life with during her second marriage. However, much to her surprise, her new husband, Yaacob, is revealed to be the primary heir to the country's most substantial fortune. When Nancy found out about this, her world turned upside down. Such wealth and privilege!After their marriage, Yaacob looked at the bland bowl of pasta before him and asked, "What happened to the French feast and Japanese cuisine you promised?"Hearing this, the woman in front of him swiftly untied her apron, raised one of her alluring legs, and casually sat on the table, "Would you prefer French cuisine, or me?"Yaacob, reminiscing about the previous night, replied, "You, of course!"

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

Due to a booking mistake, a French billionaire man who had been arranged to marry someone out of his interest was forced to spend 30 nights on a yacht with a Japanese billionaire woman who had recently lost a fiancé in a shooting incident. Would a spark of true romance be conceivable regardless of the reality that they practically lived in two very different situations? Given the complications that would arise if a forbidden romance began, would their love be worth the risk?