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My fascination with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was browsing through online avenues when a striking cover caught my attention. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a narrative of forbidden passion, and I was instantly enthralled. From that moment on, I plunged headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every chapter I could ge
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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a commoner, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths collided in a masquerade ball, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion,