A dirt spoon, Noh Hyeji, whose resentment over not owning a home runs deep.... more>>

But now, she’s a Guide Spoon?!

Apparently, that’s what it means to be an S-Class contact-type Guide.

(She decided to forget the fact that she only scored an F in radiative guiding.)

After six relentless years of saving money while working as the exclusive Guide and secretary of Han Kanghyeon, the strongest S-Class Esper alive…

Ta-da! She’s pregnant!

〈 If Party A (Guide) becomes pregnant due to negligence in contraception, the contract is immediately terminated once Party B (Esper) becomes aware of the pregnancy. 〉

〈 Party B may claim damages from Party A for violation of this clause. 〉

No! My precious apartment!

She finally bought her lifelong dream, a Han River view apartment, with a 20% mortgage, only to face the possibility of it turning to nothing.

She doesn’t want to leave Kanghyeon for another Esper. It’s not that she’s particularly attached to the CEO himself, she just likes his money.

Just when all seems lost, a loophole in the contract shines a ray of hope.

〈 Once Party B becomes aware of the pregnancy 〉

So as long as the CEO doesn’t find out, it’s fine?

“It’s not your baby, CEO.”

“…You had a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“……”

Defend the Han River view apartment at all costs!

But why does Hyeji’s desperate struggle to avoid contract termination keep spiraling out of control…? <<less

Yeogyeong, the heir of Naksong.... more>>

After her father passes away, her greedy uncle seeks to take her life.

Just then, the emperor, obsessed with immortality, proposes a deal to Yeogyeong.

Find the elixir of life said to be in the distant land of Doha, and you will be the master of Naksong.

And so, hiding her identity, Yeogyeong sets foot in Doha, where she comes face to face with a suspicious man.

“Have we met before?”

The nerve of him, trying such a clumsy pick-up line.

“How strange. But why am I so happy to see you?”

When he said that with an innocent smile, at first, she thought he was just some fool.

When he asked her to spend a fortnight with him while she searched for the elixir, she pretended to give in.

“We’ve shared our bodies, so you must take responsibility for me.”

He acted so cute, she even gave him a name, Huiseong.

But then, with a shy face, he would lay her down.

“Then am I Yang Huiseong?”

He would ask, smiling beautifully as he thrust up from below, making her lose her mind. He was a creature unlike any other.

Since she’d gone so far as to give him a name, it’s true she thought it might not be so bad to take him back to Naksong with her, just as he wished.

“The one you are searching for is me.”

The moment he said that, her mind changed.

Let's offer him to the emperor.

If she did that, she could finally escape these wretched days. <<less

To rise to the desired position, I was more than willing to endure a marriage.... more>>

Because a married couple should be in a mutually beneficial relationship.

However, Three years ago, I never thought I would end up facing my tyrannical boss from work as my arranged marriage partner.

“Should I have a lawyer confirm whether I can get an erection?”

At the matchmaking meeting where they came to inspect the flaws

I am extremely confused by the man’s behaviour of trying to take off his pants first.

“Alright. Alright. Let’s assume there are no issues on your end, Mr. Nam Sion.”

“It’s not that we’re considering it as non-existent, it simply doesn’t exist.”

“Yeah, it’s not there. Your d*ck is just fine. Got it?”

A show-window couple living under one roof.

I thought that once we had the wedding, we wouldn’t have to see each other anymore.

“I searched all the restaurants in the hotel. I thought I was going crazy, honey.”

I really don’t understand why he keeps trying to act like a real husband. <<less

“I will definitely come to rescue you! Stay healthy and wait!!”... more>>

Day 12 of drifting on a deserted island.

The worthless traitors escaped the island on the only lifeboat.

Day 39 of drifting on the deserted island.

A handsome man with a sturdy body was washed ashore by the sea.

But this guy, not only has lost his memory, but also seems weird. It's as if his brain was soaked in seawater or something.

“Where is my home?”

“Huh?”

“My home! Where is my home?”

“How would I know that!”

“Why don’t you know?!”

Day 92 of drifting.

“Just because I satisfy your curiosity with my lips doesn’t mean I have to take responsibility. Nothing between us will change.”

“…….”

“If you try it once and like it, maybe occasionally…”

This guy, seriously… something’s really off with him.

Heat, cold, food shortage, germs, heavy rain!

In this extreme survival environment where I have a mountain of things to worry about, why does he keep trying to flirt with me? <<less

Kwon Yi-tae and I have ended our four-year relationship. I cut ties with him harshly, planning never to see him again. I moved to a new apartment, changed my number, and wiped him from my life.... more>>

Exactly three years later…

“Writer Yoo, it sounds like you’ve been talking about me in quite some detail.”

“…”

“Met anyone who reminds you of me?”

Kwon Yi-tae, now a famous actor, has forced his way back into my life—seeking revenge.

But something about his “revenge” feels…off.

“Oh, Master, I… I need your c*ck…please…”

“Open wide unless you want that pretty mouth to get torn up. I’m going to bury myself deep.”

Suddenly, I find myself overcome with lurid fantasies of us tangled together, bodies fused in unrestrained passion. Could he have picked up some dark magic in these last three years? <<less

There was one person who never loved Eunjae — a woman who had lived her whole life being loved by everyone.... more>>

The man she once believed was her one and only love.

Her husband, Cha Dohoon.

All Eunjae ever did was look only at him, but what she got in return was utter betrayal.

“If I’m not enough for you, I don’t care if you sleep with another man.”

“I don’t want to. For me, there is no other man.”

Dohoon, who never gave a piece of his heart to the desperate Eunjae, ended up taking away everything she had.

Unable to endure it any longer, Eunjae ran away from him.

And after losing yet another thing, she met him again at a funeral.

“Since when did we become the kind of people who can only see each other when someone dies?”

“You bastard. Why did it have to be you?”

“I love you.”

The very man who had coldly turned away when she yearned for him now had the nerve to speak of love.

“It can all go back to how it was. If only you’ll come back.”

His hand, which spoke of love after crushing and shattering her whole world, still wore their wedding ring—the faded token of a long-gone vow. <<less

“Why don’t you pray to me instead? I’m much more merciful than your god, who wouldn’t even listen no matter how much you fiddle and pray.”... more>>

Kang Kwonju calmly mocked her, waiting for the woman’s reaction. Soon, an insolent remark that didn’t match her frightened eyes came back.

“…I don’t pray to thugs.”

A snort came out of Kang Kwonju. He barely provoked her, akin to poking a crab, but her defiant response intrigued him. She was desperate yet refused to beg, trembling with fear but not crying, likely because she despised him, the thug, so much.

“Is that so? You won’t pray to a gangster, huh? Future nun?”

He carefully observed the woman’s face as she bit her lip tightly. Her soft cheeks trembled, and her once clear eyes were now undeniably tinged with red.

And he liked that. It felt like witnessing a speck of dirt spreading across a pristine white canvas. Watching that sight before him, it felt like his hidden sadistic tendencies began to surface.

Suddenly, he had the urge to take away what she clung to so desperately as if it were her life.

He wanted to take it—to make her cry. <<less

Two weeks ago, Heeju jumped into the sea to end her life.... more>>

The man who forcibly pulled her out of the water was Kwon Gukhyun, the same man who saved her after she lost the will to live after her sister's death.

He didn't save her out of compassion or sympathy. He did it because he wanted her to repay her sister's debt.

“You're a doctor, right?”

"I'm not a doctor, I'm a forensic pathologist.”

“So you're good at cutting and stitching. Are you good at sewing?”

“I specialize in corpses.”

“We'll get along well then. I like corpses too.”

She finds herself reluctantly treating the wounds of a man bleeding profusely from a stab wound….

“You're as much of a f@ck~ng angel inside as you look."

"Ever seen an angel who wants to die?"

“Life’s always a bit of a sh~tty joke, isn’t it?”

Gukhyun proposed a deal: work as his personal doctor for five months, and he’d erase the debt.

“No, thanks.”

“Maybe you misunderstood my polite tone. Did I sound like I was giving you a choice?”

“Is this is a threat, then?”

“Think of it that way.”

Her sister used to work as a physical therapist at Kwon Gukhyun's mansion. His subordinates seem to be hiding something. To uncover the secrets, Heeju becomes Gukhyun's personal doctor, but she keeps getting entangled with him in unexpected ways.

“Is it your first time giving something so precious to a guy like me? That’s unfortunate.”

She finds herself increasingly drawn to this tr*sh yet charming and sly man.

“It’s not that I’ve been saving it, but rather throwing it away. To someone like you.”

“Then, I’ll gladly accept it.”

In a den of tr*sh, can Heeju truly find out who’s the real tr*sh? <<less