Shin Soukoku Spicy Novels & Stories

An Zihao directly strode in and flopped on the sofa, greeting, "Hey, bro! What's up?" Lu Sheng took a glance at his carefree cousin and asked, "Why are you here?" An Zihao popped from his seat and showed him pamphlet; he excitedly waved it in his hands and said, "Bro, there is this awesome restaurant which serves the best pork- ribs in Shenzhen. Let's go and have some!"

As they both were waiting for lunch to arrive they chatted a bit and mostly Lucas is the one who asked questions. When their lunch arrive Lucas saw it's an ordinary pork rib soup with steamed rice. He look at Shizu and was about to ask when Shizu replied, "Just taste it and you will know why it's their specialty." Lucas taste it and immediately realized why it's their special because it reminds you of one's home, the original taste and makes you back to your mom's kitchen.

After strolling around for a bit, they went to a shop. Aizen immediately buy a sack of rice and flour. Those two can be categorized into two types. The coarse and the refined. Aizen bought the coarse one because it only cost 4 bin (1 bin is equivalent to 1 peso) while the refined one is cost 100 bin. “Do you have anything you want to buy?” Zeus asked her again This time, Lian didn’t immediately disagree and roam her eyes around the shop. She saw different kinds of vegetables and spices.

“It’s a Korean spicy sausage stew made with ham, sausage, Spam, baked beans, kimchi, instant noodles, and gochujang.” I looked at him. “So, this is spicy.” “I’m not sure.” I took my spoon and got a little bit of soup on it before giving it to Eun-woo to taste. I watched him as he tasted it. “It wasn't as spicy as the squid you ate before.” I trusted him after he said that, the reason I started eating my dinner quietly.

The sound of their happiness filled the room—and her heart—like a poison. Dishes began to come together. Spicy dak galbi, the spicy grilled chicken. Sundubu-jjigae, the spicy tofu stew. Western-style medium rare steak, perfectly pink in the middle. And japchae, the stir-fried glass noodles with vegetables and sesame oil, was something Josh ended up making after the steak was already done—because Sharon had suddenly started whining that she was craving it. Sharon and Ashley plated it all with care. Josh helped arrange everything on the table, humming under his breath.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

His hair is braided, beard neatly cut… He cocks his brows at the gawking Sheryl and she’s quick to snap out of it. “Fuck.” She looks down, too embarrassed to face it that she just checked out a guy. The door closes and the ride to the last floor starts. He stays still, unbothered by her, and somehow, it gets Sheryl anxious. She analyses her reflection on the metal door, ego too fragile to accept that a guy would never blink at her twice. She sniffs in his LV perfume with a rich mix of spice, and again, her eyes betray her running along his long legs in the suit pants, big hands, seemingly rough fingers… an embarrassing groan slips off her lips, earning a side glance from the stranger.

His muscular body froze in my arms as I wrapped it around his waist. "Thank you, Brother Ursiel," I said, literally bouncing on my feet. He hummed, turning to pat my hair, smiling softly before walking away. At the far end of another hut, Reyn stood. My eyes locked onto his for some seconds before I looked away, taking the basket along. I gently washed the meat and rinsed a flat metal tray I found inside. --- "Host! You can use SP to buy spices and seasoning from the System Market." "How many SPs do I have?"

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

I only ate it once as a child, I didn't even remember what it tasted like even though it was just meat with a lot of spice and onions. “How much for a stick of suya?” I asked taking a piece of meat from the tray and shoving it in my mouth. “Two hundred naira” he said in a thick Hausa accent, he seem amused as I ate the meat in a 'hasfanaoh' manner. I didn't realize the meat was that hot until it entered my mouth. And spicy too.. “I'll have three sticks. I'll be right back, I have to get a drink” I went to the next shop to buy fresh yoyo. It was the name of a yoghurt. Very nice.