Tonight, once again, he yearned for her purification.... more>>

It had been an unhappy life.

Despite possessing the power of purification, Irene was deemed the lowest rank, never having received anyone’s love or acceptance in her short life. Even in her final moments, she died alone and lonely, yet strangely, she found herself back in the past.

And not just any past but right before meeting her husband, Michael, the man she had ruined.

‘This is the first mistake I must correct in this life. That is…not getting involved with Michael.’

*

However, Michael seems peculiar.

"I... I need you. Please purify me."

He asked for purification first.
A paladin, this holy man, comes to me every night.

"Irene. My pair. My wife. Tonight, I want to be cleansed by you. Long and slow."

You were definitely a paladin in a previous life who wouldn't even lay a finger on me, right? <<less

Iru, called the monster of the imperial palace due to severe burn scars.... more>>

Despite people's contempt and disgust, she was happy because of her comrades in the 9th Knight Order who were like family.

Until the holy sword appeared.

With the emergence of the holy sword, said to make its wielder the emperor according to legend, the imperial family was thrown into chaos, and the 9th Knight Order was also mobilized for the mission to retrieve the holy sword.

But they were ambushed by unidentified assailants,

and Iru, with her last strength before dying, grasped the holy sword.

And when she opened her eyes again, Iru had transformed into a completely different appearance.

A beautiful body without a single scar, free from pain.

'I'll have my revenge. I'll find out who they are and behead them.'

But her newly acquired body is still weak, and she's about to be sold at a s*ave auction.

Hearing that a royal has come as a customer, she thinks of somehow being sold to that person to return to the imperial palace....

"How much for this woman?"

Iru looked up in shock at the man who had come up.

The man asking for her price was the 5th Prince Nergal, who absolutely shouldn't be in a place like this.

The person who was her brief childhood acquaintance and the one who avoided her the most in the imperial palace.

* * *

Nergal gazed at her sleeping form.

He recognized her as Iru the moment he saw her. He couldn't help it. As a child, he had imagined countless times what she would look like as time passed.

How she would look with her hair grown out after it had been cut short for training, how much deeper her purple eyes would become that used to glare at him asking if he was bullying her again, how much more her arms and legs would grow that she used to boast were longer than her peers'. More often than she chattered about becoming a great knight when she grew up, he had thought about her future.

And he had forever lost the chance to see that future he had imagined.

Because of his mistake.

Nergal's eyes flashed as he embraced Iru. Whether it was the power of the holy sword or some other wicked force, he didn't care.

He had no intention of letting go of what he had regained, even if it killed him. <<less

"Ryan?"... more>>

Eloise had given up on high society due to an unknown and mysterious illness, choosing instead to live in the countryside of Feltham. She adored this quiet, open place with its fresh air—far from the bustling city.

One day, a new overseer arrived at Blissbury Manor, the estate managed by her father.

He bore the same name as Lieutenant Colonel Ryan Wilgrave, the man she had long admired and secretly yearned for.

But this Ryan was nothing like the one she had dreamed of.

The man looked at Eloise with pure disdain.

"So, you're not just a thief—you’re a depraved and lecherous one at that. Do you enjoy spending your lonely nights with these kinds of paintings?"

In his hands was—a nude painting, modeled after the face in Ryan Wilgrave’s portrait!

Eloise was certain. From his filthy appearance, his vulgar words, and his blatant disrespect toward women—this man was nothing but a scoundrel who had infiltrated Blissbury with ill intent.

If not that, then he was an absolute disgrace of a deserter!

"I see you've never actually met the model, Miss Eloise."

Glancing downward, he smirked.

"It’s not that small."

Their first encounter was, without a doubt, the absolute worst. <<less

Laniakea, the royal princess scorned for her weak elemental power.... more>>

She always dreamed of escaping the contempt directed at her.

One day, a marriage proposal arrived from the Empire.

The suitor? Hyperion, the First Imperial Prince, with no political base or support to his name.

Laniakea willingly accepted the proposal.

She didn’t care who her husband would be, as long as she could leave her homeland.

*

Before the wedding, Laniakea saw the marriage contract presented to her.

[ The couple shall engage in interc**rse __ time(s) every __ for the purpose of producing an heir. ]

Fortunately, that clause remained incomplete, and the marriage proceeded as it was.

As expected, her husband only dined with her a few times a year and didn’t even stay in the Imperial Palace, returning to the borderlands instead.

For three years, this continued.

She thought she could quietly live out her days until another prince ascended to the throne, at which point she could leave the palace for good…

*

“The Second, Third, and Fourth Princes have all passed away!”

While everyone was reeling in shock, Hyperion returned to the Imperial Palace, swiftly brought order to the chaos, and ascended to the throne.

What the newly crowned Emperor needed now was a strong Empress to solidify imperial authority.

‘So, he’ll divorce me and remarry someone from a powerful family.’

That’s what she assumed…

“You summoned me…?”

“Yes. Because there’s something I must ask of you.”

With a resolute expression as if he’d made up his mind, Hyperion spoke seriously, causing Laniakea to swallow nervously.

‘The moment has finally come.’

“I know what you want. Don’t worry. I’m willing to comply with Your Majesty’s wishes.”

“…Is that so?”

She had no doubt that they were both thinking the same thing.

“Let’s sign the divorce agreement right away.”

“Let’s have a child right away—son or daughter, it doesn’t matter.”

It was then that Laniakea realized.

Her husband had something entirely different in mind. <<less

Tired of loneliness, Lulu decided to create a homunculus (a human made of magic). She went to kidnap a human man to get the most crucial ingredient, ‘the human seed.’ On her way back from failure, a man attacked her and she accidentally cast ‘obedience magic’ on him…... more>>

Come to think of it, why would I let him go? I can obtain the seed from this man. The problem is, I don’t know how to extract it. I must keep this human with me until I figure it out.

He said it was dirty, so he washed himself and cleaned her house. He even cooked delicious food. Above all, she liked the warmth of his embrace at night. Lulu’s desire for a human grew further, one who resembled him. Meanwhile, she discovered how to extract the seed…

* * *

It was a familiar summer night, the same arms she had always fallen asleep in, yet at this moment, the air carried a strange heat she’d never felt before.

“You always want me.”

Ervandas raised his hand and trailed his fingers down the curve of Lulu’s lower back.

“Ah!”

Lulu’s body twitched at the indescribable tickling sensation.

“Just a moment ago, you were about to swallow this whole.”

The ‘this’ Ervandas referred to brushed against her underneath. The blunt, still-damp tip glided over the gap in the thin fabric. The moment she felt the sogginess, Lulu tried to wriggle out of his embrace. But as if anticipating that, Ervandas exerted more strength in the arms that held Lulu.

“But why are you retreating when I said I would give it to you?” <<less

Urtalib, a giant oasis city.... more>>

There the Crown Prince Ashib met Asyla, a s*ave.

10 and 13. When the young prince found a s*ave three years older than him, he only thought he would soon lose interest.

Thirteen years after that.

Still, the crown prince came to find that s*ave.

The two, who had spent the day together in the shade of the trees, were now spending the night together, breathing each other's breath and feeling pleasure.

A s*ave by nature cannot own anything.

Therefore, Asyla only wished that he would continue to own her, and did not dare wish that she would have the crown prince.

She thought it would be enough for her to get pleasure from him........

"I will marry her."

The end, which she thought would come someday, finally appeared.

* * *

"Your Majesty…"

Asyla's voice was soaked with sadness before she knew it. Water droplets began to drop on her long eyelashes. The opponent swallowed the tears with his lips and whispered to her.

"I told you to call me by name."

"But...."

"Do you lack teaching?"

Ashib's words shook Asyla. Because whenever she called him His Majesty, she remembered how he made her say his name.

This is the spinoff of Dangerous Barbarism. <<less

Cillier, the daughter of a treasonous duke, marries the crown prince, Persen, like a hostage.... more>>

In a marriage that’s nothing but a sham, living a life with her husband’s cold indifference, she gradually withers away.

However, in an accident, Persen loses all memories of Cillier, only Cillier…

Her heart wavers at his affectionate appearance just like a long time ago.

“Now, I can’t stop crying.”

“Ah, uh, hmm!”

It was a wildly violent kiss. Persen ruthlessly moved his hips. He unhesitatingly thrust himself into her body, even the remaining root.

Cillier wished for him to leave her alone. If only he had left her as a princess who wasn’t loved, just like before. So she could live with that familiar misery.

But his tenderness was too sweet to turn away from. She wanted him to devour her completely, even if it meant leaving not a single hair behind.

“I love you, Cillier.”

No. You don’t love me.

Will this be an opportunity to regain him, or an irreversible mistake. <<less

Eloise, the beautiful princess of the Delane kingdom.... more>>

Iz, who was Eloise’s maid and prisoner of war.

She is forced to marry the king of the desert instead of a princess who is forced into a marriage of convenience with a barbarian.

Barca, a desert king with blue eyes that looks colder than ice.

“Are you the one who came here to be my wife?”

Fearing that she might die if he finds out that she is a fake princess, Iz desperately tries to hide the secret. However, she is gradually fascinated by him, who is always by her side when no one is there.

Barca’s voice, which she secretly heard when she thought she wanted to live her life pretending to be a princess, stabbed Iz’s heart.

“Did you think I really cared about the fake princess?”

* * *

“Heuk!”

Her body, which had been stretched out by the night wind, moved weakly. Iz noticed that she was back under him.

“Why, why… Again….”

This beastly occlusal was just over. But you’re trying to do it again? The maids never said this. I just need to hold it in once. They said it would be over….

“What do you mean why?”

Barca pushed his pen*s back little by little.

“I’m just trying to feed you again because you’re eating so deliciously.” <<less

The Grand Duchy of Hessenguard lost its master. ... more>>

The two kingdoms, that were vying with one another for the dukedom, agreed to send their respective candidates from the royal family to marry and make their successor the heir of the duchy.

And so, Erna and Kalion arrive at Hessenguard to wed.

But, their initial impression of each other was extremely terrible.

“What, this pumpkin?”

“Oh my, he looks like a dried earthworm.”

Thus a marriage started just like that from the beginning with a horrible impression of one another.

They showed their teeth to each other for more than a decade, but lived together steadfastly for the sake of the Grand duchy.

Later, one day, a letter was sent for them.

‘You will have a successor within one year.’

After 10 years of marriage without any children, both nations raised the issue.

They said that if they don’t have children within a year, they’ll bring them back home.

Is it possible? <<less

“Eila, I think you forgot, but I have a wife. It is you.”... more>>

After meeting properly for the first time in 12 years, Leon spoke to Eila with a firm voice.

"So the heir I'm talking about is the child between you and me.”

Leon's long, thick fingers ran through her hair. Then he gently touched her face, and his thumb caressed her lips. When her white teeth and red tongue was exposed over her slightly open lips, he looked ecstatic and said.

“I hope you will fulfill the obligation of this marriage that you have been putting off, Eila.”

* * *

"Eila."

Leon's voice was earnest even though the person he was speaking to was in his arms.

Did Eila know? How long he had been waiting for this day.

Leon did not let her go from his arms for a long while. The soft touch of her body against his chest and the pounding of her small heart was absolutely lovely. His hands ran through her hair and shoulders over and over again, as if he couldn't believe she was in his arms. It was a careful touch, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

Traces of his desire which he poured out over and over again were flowing from between her legs. He looked at the traces of himself flowing underneath for a moment.

My body only heats up for one person. Only to his wife right in his arms. <<less

I transmigrated into a book I read before dying.
Into the body of the corrupted Saintess, Yvelina, who bullied the heroine, Iris.... more>>

Yvelina is destined to burn at the stake in two years.

I can't die like this.

Wouldn't I be able to survive if I worked hard to fix my mistakes and create amicable relationships with the male leads who drive Yvelina to death?

But things didn't go my way, and Yvelina, who is the owner of the body, put out unreasonable conditions, saying I should do as I'm told if I wish to stay in her body.

Sometimes it was out of my own will, and other times it wasn't, but I tried to survive by forming relationships with the male leads of the story...

***

I know it well.
Everyone is treating me well because I'm the "saintess".
So when the moment when I'm no longer the Saintess comes, all these relationships will end. <<less

Ariel Bellford was the second daughter of the baronet house of Bellford that didn’t have a single thing special about them.... more>>

Three years had passed since her fiance Arsion, the successor of the ducal house of Hastings, became a knight and left her side.

There’s a rumour that reached her ears, along with the news that Arsion is coming back, where they say that he is planning to become a Holy Knight!

‘I can’t let that happen!’

Ariel, who was agonizing on how she would be able to prevent Arsion from becoming a Holy Knight, ends up getting her hands on a s*x education book called, What to Do at Night.

“Sion, I will teach you what to do at night.”

A Holy Knight can only be a man who solely has a pure mind and body. Because of that, Ariel leads Arsion to the path of depravity and was planning to do it with him so that he can’t become a Holy Knight, but……

‘But after this, what am I going to do?’

With regards to her problem, it was that Ariel also didn’t know well about ‘what to do at night.’ <<less

Edenhurst is a lovely paradise. However, Anastasia is the only one who is not allowed there. ... more>>

A stranger appeared as a saviour in front of Anastasia during a moment of great desperation in her life. She had dreamed of a future that would never come. Unbeknownst to her, the stranger who defied her belief in God and became her new master, would soon destroy her paradise and devour her.

“… You promised to take me with you."

Mikhail looked at the woman who begged him with tears in her eyes as she leaned against him.
But, it had to be this way.
Anastasia had to cling to and beg him so. It was due to her obedience to him, of which he owned.

"I have made no promises to you."

A promise is something that can only be established in an equal relationship. Anastasia, whom he fed, taught, and cared for, could not ask him for any promises, as she was his wonderful property.

Mikhail soon left Anastasia and took another woman by the hand, without even knowing what the consequences of this would be. <<less

‘Ariel is being strange.’... more>>

Three months after Ariel and Arsion’s wedding, Arsion felt confused about the sudden change in Ariel’s behavior.

She would suddenly appear with a whip at night, and would speak le*d words that she had never put in her mouth before…

Of course, Arsion loved Ariel even more because even though she was being odd, everything she did was all adorable.

Meanwhile, when Arsion left for a territorial inspection, a suspicious man came to the capital to meet Ariel…….

* * *

“……Riel?”

Sion muttered at Ariel’s blurry appearance. No way. Ariel can’t be here.

‘I miss you so much that I seem to be fantasizing you here with me.‘

It’s serious. Arsion didn’t know if he would see this fantasy for two weeks.

Though Arsion thought so, he reached out to Ariel. Soft cheeks cupped in his full hands. Her eyes were slanted when he touched them. Small red and cute lips. How can one even have such a beautiful fantasy.

Arsion felt his throat burning. Now he was hungry for Ariel. He wanted to soothe this thirst by licking her all over with full suggestions. Arsion, therefore, pulled away Ariel’s clothes away without hesitation.

“Sion!”

Ariel’s surprised voice was so vivid. It was like the real Ariel.

So Arsion moved his hands more busily. A skillful hand quickly untied her clothes and he smiled as soon as Ariel’s white chest was revealed under the bright sunlight.

It’s good to have this fantasy.

‘I’ve always wanted to do this with you.’

Arsion wanted to do what they do at night during the day. <<less