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My obsession with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was browsing through online markets when a particularly cover caught my eye. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a story of forbidden love, and I was instantly enthralled. From that moment on, I immersed headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every issue I could get my hands o
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He was a nobleman, bound by duty to the crown. She, a commoner, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths collided in a bustling marketplace, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion, a burning ember