The heavens shifted once, and 10 years passed.... more>>

Then, overnight, the heavens shifted again.

“I will take this woman as my s*ave.”

Seo Mujin, the former general who had recovered his status and shed his s*ave’s clothes, spoke to Chu Mohwa, who was kneeling in the dirt, disheveled.

“I’m curious to see if this high-born lady will sell her body to the enemy who killed her father, just to survive.”

Chu Mohwa, daughter of Chu Seongun, the man who ruined Mujin’s family 10 years ago. Mujin wanted to show Mohwa, a woman said to be as vicious as her father, the cruel and harsh reality that awaited her. He wanted her to feel what he had felt.

“I was going to give you a reward, not a punishment, but you say you’d rather die? Then, how should I treat a s*ave who disobeys their master’s orders?”

Mujin’s hand caressed Mohwa’s cheek.

“If I truly decide to die, even you, General, will not be able to stop me. Try me. I have nothing more to lose.”

Revenge, hatred, and misunderstanding have entangled this relationship. What will be its end? <<less

"The condition is that you sleep with me until I get tired of you. You undress whenever and wherever I want. You spread your legs when I order you to."... more>>

The blatantly rude eyes of her boss, which scanned, stared and scrutinized, fixed on Yuna with an extremely decadent glint.

"So? Easy, right? I'll get you out of Oh Yoon-tae's clutches."

She should have turned away and pretended she hadn't heard. But what he was offering was a chance to free herself from the terrible demon that had held her life in its grip, both in the past and in the future. Something no one had ever done for her before.

"I... I chose this."

"Fine. Let’s play until I get tired of you."

Cha Mu-hyeok had ignited a flame of desire in her heart, a heart that had long been resigned to its fate. It was the first desire she had ever felt. <<less

I, Oh Milhee, moved to a cable broadcasting network known for its good production environment.... more>>

When I go to a cast meeting for the new program I will be joining, I become bewildered.

The person I met was the all-round cycling sprinter who shook the world.

He was the first Asian athlete to win a stage in the Tour de France and has a brilliant career.

He was the road cyclist, Gong Mujin.

And he was my first love and my first man in college.

He became the standard for every other man I've met since.

A fiery love.

A relationship that grew distant.

A natural separation.

An awkward reunion.

But regardless of my circumstances, the clap of the slate.

Snap!!

I stumble like a person who is riding a bicycle for the first time.

"You're still holding on, right?"

"I never let go."

When I heard his voice coming from far away, I grew angry.

"Liar!"

...You already let go. Just like last time. <<less