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結婚3年目。妻と訪れた温泉旅館―― その露天風呂で、瑛司は年下の男・蓮と出会う。 夜の湯けむりの中、名前も知らないまま、 心の隙間を埋め合うように身体を重ねた一夜。 それきりのはずだった。 けれど運命は、ふたりを再び“仕事相手”として再会させる。 家庭を捨て、蓮を選んだ瑛司。 愛されることに怯え、拒絶しながらも惹かれていく蓮。 何度もすれ違い、傷つけ合い、 それでも触れるたび、心が溶けていく。 ――これは、 壊れたままの心と身体が、 愛によって再び重なっていく物語。

慶林寺の副住職・隆寛（りゅうかん）は、剃り上げた頭と黒い僧衣の下に、ひとつだけ過去を残している。 左耳の、小さな穴。 大学時代、その耳に初めてピアスを通し、息を止めさせたのは、今や商社マンとなった浩人だった。 出家前夜まで激しく求め合いながら、「お前の未来の邪魔にはなれない」と笑って去った隆寛。 数年後、上司の葬儀で再会した二人は、僧侶と故人の部下という仮面を被ったまま、視線だけを交わす。 寺を継ぐ責務、空白の時間、修行で燃やそうとした恋情。 敬語と礼儀で固めた距離の内側で、まだ耳はあの頃と同じように震える。 いずれ、祈りと欲のどちらかを捨てなければならないのだろうか… 答えは、まだ雨音の向こうに隠れている。

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

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

BLベースの日常物コメディ。 海外ドラマのシットコム風味を目指して、恋愛感情が入り乱れたグダグダなストーリーが展開しています。 価値観が、昭和と平成とイマドキが入り混じった現代物。 えげつない会話で笑いを狙っていますが、BLなのにロマンチックな展開は皆無。

Contents of this story includes explicit sex scenes, and if it doesn't suit you, avoid reading! Tales of iniquity draws you closer to the sex life of the characters in the book. Including- BL, GL, MM, BB and all manner of forbidden romance. Beware!

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."