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One day I woke up, I found myself turned into a princess in an unknown world with… magic?! The only good thing was, that my father - who was also a king - loved me very much. But everyone else around me somehow wanted to kill me. Fortunately, I have my little princess system to protect myself, but what can I do to control my fate?
Three years ago, a gateway between Earth and the Beyond opened over the city of New York. In one terrible night, New York was destroyed and rebuilt, trapping New Yorkers and extra-dimensional creatures alike in an unassailable island, a world all its own hidden in the mist of its physics-defying waterfalls. New York has been rechristened Jerusalem's Lot, a paranormal melting pot where magic and madness dwell alongside the mundane, where every form of human vermin gathers to exploit otherworldly assets for earthly profit. Now someone is threatening to breach the controlled flow of unharmful, average humans and items in and (much more rarely) out of the city and thereby release Jerusalem's Lot's deluge of horrors on The Outside. The mysterious super-agents of Libra fight the impossible to prevent the unthinkable.
“Would you like to use me tonight?” Cha Mona had everything. Beauty, talent, background. Everything except one thing: luck with men. “Why does every guy I date end up like this?” It was the day she broke up with her boyfriend. The same boyfriend she found rolling around in her bed with another woman. “I’m turning thirty next year, and every single relationship I’ve had has been a failure. Is there really not a single decent guy out there?” “Director, do you really need to date?” Kang Doha wasn’t just Mona’s secretary. He was someone she had known for over ten years, like a younger brother. Or so she thought. Until he said something no one could have expected. “Would you like to use me tonight?” In the noisy restaurant, his low voice was the only thing that rang clear in her ears. Why was her heart racing like this? Just like it did that day, eight years ago, when they saw each other again for the first time.
A message board for all things anal! welcome to the Proctology Anonymous Board. Here, some things are just too painful to share without anonymity. [Case 1] I applied for a sports massage position, thinking it was a normal job. But when I showed up, they gave me a scrap of fabric that couldn’t even pass for a uniform… and told me to massage between someone’s legs. Can a famous soccer player really get away with this kind of behavior? And what’s up with the three-person session when I was told it’d be one-on-one? Isn’t that false advertising? [Case 2] My best friend is perfect, handsome, smart, the whole package. Can you believe someone like that even wants to be friends with me? He’s always looking out for me, teaching me things, and guiding me like a true friend. And of course, like all best friends do, he opened me up on the night of my sexual awakening. I’ll never forget how special it was. What? You’re saying best friends don’t do that sort of thing? [Case 3] Everyone’s always whining about how hard it is... but honestly, getting fucked from behind is the best. As soon as I got some seniority in the army, I started hooking up with my juniors. It took some effort, sure, but I made it work. There was one guy in particular who tasted amazing. I told him a snake bit me on the dick... and that the venom had to be sucked out with his mouth. [Case 4] Has anyone here ever done it with a future in-law at the first family meeting? It wasn’t my intention at all, but somehow we ended up hooking up in the bathroom. And now, I can’t stop thinking about his face. I ended up showing up at his place with a bouquet. Seeing him again made everything worse... in the best way. But he didn’t even remember me. I totally lost it and made a fool of myself... and then I crossed a line. This time, I was ready to confess my feelings and imagine a future together. But can you believe it? Turns out there’s another version of him.