Jin Hyung Smile

Mariposa, iyan ang tawag sa kanya. Walang pamilya, walang kaibigan. Isang babaeng mababa ang lipad. Sinisikmura ang lahat para sa pangarap. Gustong gusto na niyang makawala sa kadena. Ngunit lahat ng pangarap niya ay nag-iba noong maging kliyente niya ang isang Gustavo Aarav Bryson Salvador Duckworth, ang lalaking pinagtaksilan ng sariling nobya. Para siyang binuhusan ng malamig na tubig at tinangay ang plano niya noong makita ang malaking bulto nito sa dilim. Isang hawak lang nito sa kanya ay tiyak na mapipisa siya. "Are you that desperate for money?" malamig, malalim, at may pagkapaos ang boses nito. Kita niyang lumagok ito ng alak na lalong kinakaba niya. "Kailangan ko lang. Ngayon lang para matapos na ang lahat ng ito," mahinang rason niya at kanina pa pinipiga ang mga daliri niya sa sobrang kaba. "Fine. Ibibigay ko ang gusto mo at pag-ungol lang ang kailangan mong gawin," madiing bigkas nito at halos hindi siya nakakilos noong maramdaman ang pag-ikot ng braso nito sa bewang niya at walang sabing siniil siya nito ng halik. Ni hindi niya lubos isipin na ang isang gabing iyon ay pagkakalooban siya ng tatlong anghel. Mga anghel na walang ideya kung sino siya.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

I'm a campus belle who's addicted to carnal pleasures. The frequent triggers caused by my addiction have heavily affected my and Michael Buckley, my boyfriend's lives and studies. Left without a choice, Michael and I can only head over to the campus clinic to undergo treatment that helps me cut down on my addiction. The one administering treatment to me happens to be a well-built doctor. The way he treats me shocks me to no end. Later on, he straps me to the examination table. I'm so frightened that I keep begging him to release me with tears running down my cheeks. But he responds by lifting my legs roughly.

My name is Haley Dixon. Ever since I was young, I knew I was different from other women. Other women have only one passage, but I have two—and both are extremely narrow. I'd heard that my mother was originally pregnant with twins, but a genetic mutation during the pregnancy caused my twin sister to die in the womb. I absorbed the part of her body that became my second passage, along with all of her estrogen. That was why I had a stronger desire than other women. As a teenager, I could use my little toys for up to four hours and still want more. For a while, I was almost proud of myself. I thought a rare treasure like me would be cherished and fiercely loved by any boyfriend. But after five consecutive boyfriends—every single one of them—bolted at the final moment, terrified by what they saw in my pants, calling me a monster and worrying I'd suck them in, I finally realized: maybe this wasn't being "different." Maybe this was a disease. But going to the hospital didn't help. Instead, they told me that my long-term use of foreign objects had led to an addiction disorder. I cried. Why did a monstrous woman like me have to suffer from this? Still, I didn't have time to wallow in misery, because the addiction tormented me day and night, stealing my peace and my sleep. So I went online and bought the largest set of toys I could find. Within just half a month, I'd broken them all—and my mild addiction had become severe. The toys were useless. It seemed I needed a man. But I no longer dreamed of finding a boyfriend. As long as someone could give me relief, any man would do. I signed up for a hookup app and chose the username: Double-Hole Slut.

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

"Stop it, Dad! I'm your daughter-in-law!" Ever since my husband fails to get his willy up due to an accident, I keep bawling my eyes in the middle of the night. My father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, climbs into my bed at midnight out of sympathy toward me. "Natalie, you'll only hurt yourself if you keep using those toys. Here, let me help you." After that, he lifts my legs roughly.

When my husband once again chooses to abandon me to celebrate his true love's birthday, I finally let go. He takes his true love stargazing; I don't cause a fuss. He buys her an expensive scarf, but all I do is smile. I even tell him to buy another hat—it's pretty cold. He thinks I've finally learned to be obedient. However, he has no idea I've secretly renounced my citizenship to join Doctors Without Borders. By the time he comes to his senses, I've vanished without a trace.

I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos. With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…

Bertahun-tahun yang lalu di daratan utama pernah terjadi perang antara tiga kerajaan besar, Ambarata, Arnata dan Prabangkara. Akibat perang besar tersebut, Kerajaan Arnata diluluhlantahkan hingga tidak tercatat lagi di dalam sejarah manusia. Sedangkan kedua kerajaan lainnya Ambarata dan Prabangkara masih terus berperang untuk memperebutkan daerah kekuasaan. Dalam kondisi penuh dengan kekacauan. Kedua saudara seperguruan Jatiraga dan Aditara yang merupakan anggota dari pasukan khusus Kerajaan Prabangkara bernama Pasukan Satyawira mendapatkan tugas untuk menjaga Kota Kithara yang merupakan kota strategis bagi Kerajaan Prabangkara, karena berbatasan langsung dengan Kerajaan Ambarata. Saat melaksanakan misi, Aditara mencoba menantang bertarung salah satu senopati terkuat dari Kerajaan Ambarata. Dalam pertarungan yang tak seimbang itu, Aditara terkena serangan mematikan, sehingga membuatnya terluka parah. Meskipun pada akhirnya Jatiraga dengan menggunakan Pusaka Besta Panca Jiwa dapat mengalahkan senopati tersebut. Namun luka dalam yang dialami Aditara membuatnya dalam kondisi kritis. Disaat yang sama, Kerajaan Ambarata menyerang Kota Kithara secara tiba-tiba, menyebabkan banyak Pasukan Satyawira gugur demi melindungi kota. Kalah jumlah pasukan dan demi menghalau serangan pasukan Kerajaan Ambarata, membuat Jatiraga bermaksud menggunakan jurus terlarang Bala Arka, Jurus yang dapat merenggut nyawanya. Akankah jurus terlarang Bala Arka dapat membantu Jatiraga menghadapi serangan pasukan Kerajaan Ambarata lalu bagaimana dengan keadaan dari Aditara, apakah ini akhir dari mereka berdua?