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"Ouch, that hurts!" Underneath the bright lights, the man makes me lie facedown on the bed. Then, he pushes my waist down from behind, seemingly looking for the best spot. I feel something odd press against me and cry out, telling him to stop. He doesn't, though. In fact, he grabs hold of my belt.

As I bent over to do the laundry, a man suddenly pressed himself against me from behind, thrusting me forward into the washing machine. My hips were left exposed to the open air, held firmly in the grasp of his hands. I was trapped, unable to move. His large hands roamed freely over my body, sending waves of heat coursing through me against my will. Pleasure shuddered through my limbs, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. When I finally managed to look back, I saw—to my shock—that the man behind me was my father-in-law.

"Coach, please stop. I came here to learn how to drive, not to have an affair." Inside the instructor's car, because I kept failing to control the clutch, Coach Reeves, who happened to be my husband's friend, made me sit on his lap to teach me. The problem was, I was wearing a short skirt that day, and underneath it, I wasn't even wearing safety shorts. Even worse, he actually pulled his member out and pressed it straight against me.

After my husband has passed away, I feel my carnal desires building rapidly every single day. At night, I yearn for someone to break and conquer me roughly. I'm at the age when I crave physical intimacy the most. Coupled with the weird ailment, I find myself constantly tormented by my urges all the time. Having no other choice left, I can only turn to the village doctor to treat my embarrassingly weird condition. But little do I know that he'll…

I'm at the amusement park with my husband and our daughter when my blouse—still damp from breastfeeding—catches the eye of a father from my daughter's kindergarten class. He secretly takes pictures of me and starts blackmailing me, demanding a taste. My husband and our daughter are close by, but he grows bolder by the minute and orders me to undo his belt.

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands. He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist. His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest. I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here." I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

Sera awalnya hanyalah seorang anak sopir di keluarga Narrottama. Hingga, sebuah insiden menimpa tuannya yang merupakan Presiden Iraya. Hanya dalam waktu satu malam Sera berakhir menjadi istri Rendra. Sebuah kesepakatan dibuat, Sera harus menerima apapun konsekuensinya, termasuk hidup dalam protokoler kepresidenan yang penuh aturan dan menjadi jimat hidup seorang Dharendra Narrottama. Malam itu, Rendra menariknya jatuh ke atas ranjang. "Pernikahan ini mungkin hanya untuk menangkal mitos, tapi, kamu tetaplah istriku."

After sneaking into a ceremony with a stolen invitation, Mordeu begins training to become an elite warrior in the Luna Cavalry—a group created to keep peace among the Supernatural. But just when he thinks he has a clear path, everything changes, turning his world upside down. In the middle of it all, Mordeu meets Cillian, the mysterious son of Alvitir. Their bond grows quickly, pulling Mordeu in deeper than he expected. As he searches for answers about the strange color of his fur, he finds loyal friends—but also a rising battle within his own mind. Can Mordeu stay strong through the chaos? Or will Tristan, the ghost of his past, be the one to break him?

"Ah… Slow down… My husband hasn't even ended the call yet…" I slump on the floor with my butt raised high. As I listen to my husband's instructions, I continue to shift positions every now and then. Meanwhile, the gym trainer has one hand latching onto my hip while smacking my butt heavily with the other. Under my husband's instructions, he thrusts forward heavily…

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.