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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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Volcano Eruption

The kiss took place in front of three gaping people, who wanted to watch at once the other way around. Stefanus still upholds morals, so he wanted to give Duke Kleo some privacy. Meanwhile, Ella and Gena didn't have to worry about those things. The only problem they faced right now was the menacing gaze from Mr. Bertus, who was watching them from a distance.

"Oh, it's not our lucky day," Gena hissed, reluctantly turning around while peering at the shadows of Lyra and Duke Kleo.

Moaning, Duke Kleo took intense sips of Lyra's cavity, biting occasionally and tickling the area of ​​the roof of her mouth. Another moaning, his hands seemed to grip her neck even more tightly, while her legs felt weak and helpless.