Noah, a masochist who enjoys pain. One day, due to his father's arbitrary decision, he is forced into an arranged political marriage with a man named Ian Miller...... more>>

"...Ah, I got it right this time? Yeah, I'll use this for my fiancé. What of it?" Ian's voice continued soothingly. "Even if I just torment him a little, that young master will run off crying to his daddy. If he's an alpha, he might even be traumatized."

In this world, is this a dream or reality? Is my fiancé now buying adult toys from my favorite club just to torment me? That sounded far more alluring and sweet than any love confession Noah had ever heard. Noah immediately changed the resolve he had just made to not marry Ian Miller. Someone who would even pluck a star from the sky for him is nothing special, and someone who hates him is nothing special either, but someone who will torment him is most welcome. This marriage must happen! It absolutely must! The delusion and love between a lovable, cute masochist and a lone, serious bad guy! <<less

Baek Ri Cheong-ra, the true disciple of the Moon Lake Sect, was renowned in the martial arts world for his achievements beyond his age, his neat and beautiful appearance, and his righteous character. However, he harbored a strange and secret desire that others would surely point fingers at if they knew about it.... more>>

That desire was to be completely dominated by someone.

However, there was little chance of that desire being fulfilled in reality. Not only did Baek Ri Cheong-ra strongly dislike his beauty being disheveled or appearing vulgar, but his desire also had very demanding conditions (the person had to be clearly stronger than Cheong-ra, never yielding no matter how much resistance he put up, not vulgar but elegant yet with a rough and ruthless side to their personality, not someone who wanted to kill him, and above all, had to be exceptionally good-looking).

Therefore, Cheong-ra thought that he would never be able to realize this desire in reality.

That was until he encountered a man who seemed to be molded exactly to his ideal type.

***

“Did I say I regret it?” Dang Ran-yeong said with a smile on his face, and for a moment, Cheong-ra forgot his anger.

In front of him was the perfect and ideal body of a martial artist. It was a perfect muscular physique that could be called a heavenly gift. Thick pectoral muscles and solid abs were clearly visible beneath. This was because he was only wearing a red silk robe loosely draped over his bare upper body.

Due to the state of his attire, which barely covered his shoulders and back, his muscular upper body was fully exposed. It was an exposure so lazy that it made the onlooker feel embarrassed. Cheong-ra’s eyes wavered.

Noticing Cheong-ra’s gaze, Dang Ran-yeong grinned, revealing his teeth.

“Young Master Baek Ri.”

Then, in the blink of an eye, he slammed Cheong-ra against the wall. The red robe fluttered and settled due to the swift movement that occurred without warning. Cheong-ra couldn’t move an inch because of his arm that was painfully twisted behind his back. As he broke out in a cold sweat, Dang Ran-yeong pressed him even harder against the wall and spoke into his ear.

“I had my suspicions before, but now I know for sure.”

“What is this sudden behavior…!”

Cheong-ra’s mouth, which was about to protest against his arm being twisted even more as if it would be pulled out of his shoulder, closed shut. A groan escaped involuntarily. Dang Ran-yeong’s body, pressing against his back and immobilizing him, was as hard as a rock. Dang Ran-yeong’s hand slipped inside Cheong-ra’s clothes.

“I never thought that behind such a pretty face and noble demeanor, you’d be a pe*verted bastard.”

The grip of his hand was so rough that it felt like the flesh would be torn off.

“No! What nonsense are you spouting!”

Cheong-ra barely managed to struggle with all his might, trying to break free.

Dang Ran-yeong spoke so close that his lips pressed against Cheong-ra’s earlobe. His thick, low-pitched voice resonated in Cheong-ra’s eardrums and invaded deep into his mind. Cheong-ra’s mind turned blank. Due to their excessive proximity, something heavy was pressing against the base of his tailbone.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you look at me longingly every time I beat you up?” <<less

A cracked glass jar lay buried in the earth for a long time.... more>>

Thanks to a small creature that passed by, it barely began to sprout a tiny sense of self under sunlight and moonlight.

But as time passed, the crack deepened, and the jar’s clarity began to fade.

Then one day, a noble scholar happened to find the jar.

When the scholar shed blood for the dying glass jar,

at last, the goblin within the jar was born.

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Lee Biwon, the star actor of Korea’s top entertainment agency, Dobby Entertainment.

He always wore a smile that enchanted people—

but in truth, he was Ibi, a day-goblin, the only one who could walk under the sun.

Was he the only non-human in this secret-filled company? Of course not.

The agency itself had been established with the permission of goblin king Igok,

and Dobby Entertainment had become a sanctuary for all kinds of supernatural beings.

That is—until one day, two goblins vanished.

“The goblins were taken by hunters.”

“…Hunters? What kind of hunters?”

Hunters—those who capture and kill monsters.

In all of Ibi’s 500-year-long life, he’d never encountered one—until just a few days ago.

Their first meeting was in a dark alley, with the stench of blood.

But strangely enough, their second meeting came in the most unexpected of places.

‘Why on earth is he here?’

“I’m a fan of yours, Mr. Lee Biwon.”

“…What?”

It was at his fan signing event.

The hunter, who left a terrifying and powerful impression, piqued Ibi’s interest—

and would soon return for a third encounter that would shake his goblin life to its core.

“I hope I can meet my scholar again soon…”

The wish he had carried like a habit for so long,

the dream he could never forget, though he tried—

was finally about to come true. <<less

One of the wealthiest and largest lands on the continent—Trastasa.... more>>

This land was ruled by the lord and omnipotent god, Amon, and his partner, Nine.

But unfortunately for the very human Nine, Amon was not a benevolent god.

"My most precious thing."

"Do not be damaged, do not be marred. You must remain forever beautiful."

"I would gladly soak you in blood and lick you clean."

The grand temple that seemed like a perfect paradise on earth,

Yet because of Amon’s cruelty and indifference—as well as the many Leshas who were like his concubines—

Nine found himself burning with frustration every day.

One day, a new Lesha with rare pink hair and eyes arrived,

And this Lesha, Lan Gwen, captured Amon’s attention at first sight—something that had never happened before.

Consumed with jealousy, Nine secretly went to find him…

However, Lan Gwen turned out to be far stranger than Nine had imagined.

"To have received Sha Amon’s attention at the banquet was not my intention, Sha."

"What…?"

"But may I ask why you came to my chambers, Sha Nine?

If I may be so bold, could it be that you wished to see this servant?"

Tormented all this time by Amon’s coldness,

Nine began to realise that he was strangely affected by the gentle way Lan Gwen treated him.

"For your sake, thousands or tens of thousands of humans are nothing.

You must trample over such things and live, my lovely one."

"I have no interest in lofty beings like the god of Trastasa.

What I am interested in is the one bound to Sha Amon."

A beautiful grand temple built atop the desert.

A god both tender and cruel, and a beautiful youth who appeared one day out of nowhere.

The peaceful routine and heart of Nine, which had seemed so stable, begin to split in two… <<less

One day, a shocking piece of news arrives in the city of wizards. The entire family of wizard Solar Sing Eira has died—... more>>

and so, he is to become the next Lord Solar.

But the hometown he returns to in a hurry feels completely unfamiliar. He barely manages to hold the funeral with some shady retainers, then faints from sheer stress and exhaustion. When he opens his eyes again...

Hello, Master! Nice to meet you! ^o^

I’m your adorable Spirit GM here to assist with your dream-filled and I’m so excited to be working with you! Yahoo! Before we begin, would you like to name me? ☞ Enter Name ______

A pebble-like spirit just called me “Master”…?

Level-up quests, and even notification windows that look exactly like a UI from my previous life’s games.

Wait... why does this feel like modern gaming?

Reminded of the games he used to love, he decides to take on the quests—

and take a look around his territory while he’s at it. But that territory…

[Days until the fall of the Solar Territory: D-234]

“234 days until collapse…?”

Well. First things first—let’s get the succession ceremony over with. Somehow… we’ll manage. <<less