Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tell me you love it.” Migumi bites her lip. “I—I love ughhh I love it ahmmm!” she said with difficulty, struggling to keep eye contact with me. I fastened my pace. “Say it again.” Her legs trembled in pleasure. “Ughhh I love—UGHHH!” she screamed when I suddenly inserted my finger inside her hole unannounced. Migumi started to panick as I start thrusting my finger inside of her without stopping. She gasped for breath, not knowing how to react with the overwhelming pleasure I’m giving her.

The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob. This was it. My marriage was done. And then someone opened the door from the outside. Lauren. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She probably did some exercise. The woman was breathing heavily, and the smile on her face was covered in guilt. "Sorry, Sam. I just sent someone home—" Then, she saw the suitcase and flight ticket. "Where are you going?"

With that, I hung up and blocked his number without hesitation. Liam must have sensed the tension in the car because he smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “Miss Griffin, you came here to start a new life. Don’t let stuff like that ruin it. We’ll be at your apartment soon. You’re going to love it.” I turned my eyes to the sky. The clouds at the horizon were painted gold by the setting sun, and for the first time in years, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. I nodded lightly. “You’re right. I’m looking forward to my new beginning.”

Jillian whispered, the words carrying a solemn, beautiful finality over the roar of the waves. Jillian leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Clara’s lips. The kiss was quiet, grounded, and entirely unburdened by the shadows of the city. It held the warmth of the cottage, the sting of the winter wind, and the absolute security of a future they had fiercely claimed on equal ground.

Right now, damn it. What makes matters even worse is that he has yet to utter a single word. The last thing I want to do is force my gaze up and actually make eye contact. At this very moment, I’m desperately racking my brain for an exit strategy. Like sprinting away from the humiliating mess I've just caused in the middle of campus. I can hear people laughing in the background. It's like the dull roar of an ocean filling my ears. Just when I think I might die of total shame, a deep voice finally rumbles, "I generally enjoy when a girl soaks me... but not like this."

But something in her stomach twisted. She ignored the feeling. She was here to capture beauty, not be swayed by it. “Next setup,” the director called. “We’ll go for something more personal. On the sofa.” In the meantime, Luna, for a moment remembered the event of previous night, her break up with her boyfrien. A bitter taste emerged in her mouth but she shut the memory down. This was not the time. She set up her camera as Deverell and Kensy moved onto a vintage leather couch, designed to look as if it belonged in some old, dimly lit apartment, where secrets were whispered between tangled sheets.

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

I-SHIRLEY 23 A deep passionate kiss woke Shirley up from sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was Gehrig’s blurry face, smiling down at her. “Good morning, babe –” He greeted and planted another kiss on her lips. Shirley smiled. “Hi…” She said as she sent her hands over her face to caress her eyes. “Wait…” Shirley sniffled jokingly. “Is that –” “Yes, it is…” Gehrig interrupted.

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

(You taste so good. "Kenji, stop, I need you inside me." We're barely undressed but he does what I ask, pushing himself inside me, keeping up his Japanese until I'm sure I can understand him. "Kimochi ii." (It feels so good.) He pants and I'm so close when he pushes deeply inside me and cries out. "Iku." (I'm coming.) I briefly think of Dane, his finishing and running off when his sister knocks on the door and disappointment flows through me, but it's banished when Kenji stays inside me, his hand reaching down to touch me.