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My obsession with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was digging through online shops when a eye-catching cover caught my eye. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a story of forbidden desire, and I was instantly hooked. From that moment on, I plunged headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every volume I could get my hands on, sp
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He was a nobleman, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a mystery woman, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths crossed in a hidden garden, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofconsequences. Stolen moments of affection fu