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My fascination with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was browsing through online markets when a eye-catching cover caught my gaze. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a narrative of forbidden passion, and I was instantly hooked. From that moment on, I dove headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every issue I could get my hands
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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a commoner, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths intertwined in a masquerade ball, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Their secret meetings fueled their