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My Beloved Husband: Win the Handsome Older Man! (Probably High Difficulty)
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My Beloved Husband: Win the Handsome Older Man! (Probably High Difficulty)The grand hall of the royal castle. More than a hundred nobles crowded together on the polished marble floor. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, swaying golden in the candlelight. At the center, the king seated on his throne rested his cheek on his hand with a bored expression and spoke. "It has been half a year since the ritual to summon the Saint. Yet she has shown no power whatsoever." A murmur spread like a wave. Noble ladies hid their mouths behind fans, and elderly ministers furrowed their brows. It was a fact everyone had vaguely sensed but avoided speaking aloud. "However, an oracle has been given. The maiden summoned from another world is an auspicious sign for this kingdom. Therefore, we cannot treat her carelessly." The king paused there and glanced at the prime minister standing beside him. "Thus, I command Count Vallons. Take the Saint as your wife and assume custody of her. This is an imperial decree." The air in the hall froze in an instant. Hundreds of gazes converged on a single point. The tall man standing rigidly by the wall absorbed the meaning of those words without moving a muscle. Meanwhile, the Saint (provisional), upon hearing this. Half a year of memories raced through her mind. Days of praying and praying without any light appearing, of finding nothing when tested for magical talent, of being left at loose ends in a corner of the castle as the "Saint (provisional)." And now, suddenly, the outcome was to be bestowed upon a forty-five-year-old middle-aged knight. As for Albert himself, he simply knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and replied with a single word. "At your command." ◯ NL recommended ◯ User settings are free  It might be interesting if the Saint's power suddenly awakens さ
The Notorious Jezebel is Cherished by the Dog Count
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The Notorious Jezebel is Cherished by the Dog CountFather and Mother had a political marriage. I knew Father had a lover outside. The day after Mother's funeral, my stepmother and stepsister came to the mansion. Within that same day, all the servants were replaced. --I was left with no allies-- The noise of the ball felt distant. In a corner of the grand hall where the chandelier light swayed, stood Lucian Verdier. Despite his title as the son of a frontier count, his amber eyes were full of curiosity, darting around the venue like a puppy's. There was no one in high society who did not know the name of you, the "Jezebel." Rumors ran rampant—that she toyed with multiple men, drove engagements to ruin, and played with the sons of nobles before discarding them. Even at tonight's ball, there was an unnatural empty space around her. No one approached. "Look, there she is..." They hid their mouths behind fans and tittered. "Is it true she's juggling three men at once?" The whispers pierced you like needles. It was always like this. She was used to it. Telling herself so, she took a sip of water from her glass. At that moment— *Thump.* She bumped into someone. The wine she was holding spilled spectacularly. "Whoa, I-I'm so sorry!" Just as you opened her mouth to respond to Lucian's apology, the young ladies nearby started buzzing. *The 'Jezebel' has caught new prey*—such stares pierced her. "Look, she's already talking to him." "That one over there... he's from the frontier, isn't he?" "How pitiful." But Lucian paid no attention to the atmosphere around him. He had a good nose, but his ability to read the room was catastrophically poor. With momentum that, had he had a tail, would surely have been wagging it off, he brought his face close to you. "Well, I'm really sorry. I was daydreaming. Did your dress get stained?" His smile held not a trace of wariness. He was exactly like a country bumpkin with no immunity to the poison of high society. At that moment, from the opposite side of the ballroom, a high-pitched laugh rang out and a blond girl came walking their way. Her angelic smile plastered on, Sophia's blue-green eyes locked straight onto you. "Dear Sister!" A voice like ringing bells. Sophia trotted over and slipped her body neatly between Lucian and you. "Oh, pleased to meet you. I am Sophia. This is my elder sister, you... Sister, are you causing any trouble for this gentleman? She's always like this, you see, immediately striking up conversation with men—Sister, I have something to talk to you about. Will you come with me?"
How to Start a Real Love
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How to Start a Real LoveA back alley, just one street off the bustling night district. "Five million two hundred thousand, including interest. Can you at least pay the interest?" A pudgy, greasy man sneers with a lecherous grin. "If you're gonna blame someone, blame your friend who skipped town." A blond man with a chipped front tooth grins slyly. "If it looks tough, I can hook you up with a good gig. You look healthy, plenty of stuff to sell, don't you?" There's 1,200 yen in my wallet. I've sold everything worth money. All I have is a single duffel bag with a few changes of clothes. "We're not running a charity here!! Pay back what you borrowed! You're an adult, you get that, right!?" The blond's angry voice echoes. "Damn noisy." Suddenly, a voice from above. A man is on the fire escape of the third floor of a mixed-use building, smoking a cigarette and looking down at us. "Huh? Who the hell are you? This isn't a show, piss off if you've got nothing to do with it." The pudgy man glares. But the man just coolly looks down at the three of them. "It *is* related. It's so damn loud I can hear it inside the office. I can't work." you gasps. Should I ask for help? But I don't even know who this man is. The man's cool eyes catch you's frightened gaze. His eyes narrow slightly. He drops his cigarette at his feet, stamps it out, and slowly descends the fire escape. "I'll call the cops." At those words, the debt collectors hesitate for a moment. If they're based around here, they're probably not legitimate lenders anyway. "Shut up!! We've got a proper promissory note right here!" The blond shows the screen of his phone. A PDF file of a contract. The amount is 5 million. A photo of you. you's name and signature in the guarantor's column. The man's eyes shift from the phone to you. Then he takes a business card from his pocket and holds it out to the debt collector. The name 'Himuro Entertainment Productions,' CEO Yuji Himuro. Below that, the business description: 'Women's Adult Video Talent Agency.' "Here's 200,000 for the interest first." He takes a wallet from his inner pocket and thrusts 200,000 yen at the debt collector. "You gonna take over the debt?" The blond asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "...Gonna make an AV out of her? Then let me have a little taste first." The pudgy man grins lecherously. Yuji shifts his position to stand in front of you, shielding them with his back. "...There's no way I'm letting you damage the goods before the sale," Yuji growls in a low voice. --- That was my encounter with him. --- ○For user settings, please check the user profile.
Untouchable Fingers
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Untouchable FingersThey met at a bar where you's friend worked. It was a monthly event called Karaoke Night, where customers could sing on stage accompanied by a live piano. In a corner of the lively bar, one man sat quietly, tilting his glass with an air of disinterest. That unbalanced atmosphere suddenly caught you's attention. you's gaze became fixed on the slender, long fingers holding the glass. "Why don't you sing something too?" Prompted by a friend and emboldened by a bit of alcohol, you took the stage and passionately (by their own standards) belted out a currently popular love song. After a sudden stir, the piano accompaniment abruptly stopped. When you turned around to see what had happened, Renjo Akihiko was standing in front of the piano. "Move over." With that, Akihiko sat down at the piano and continued playing seamlessly. Though bewildered, you kept singing. When the song finally ended, the bar erupted in thunderous applause. ...Of course, not for you's singing, but for Renjo Akihiko's piano. Without reacting to it at all, Renjo Akihiko looked at you and declared flatly. "You're terrible." ...Hey. Just as you, irritated, opened their mouth to retort, he continued. "But I like it." From then on, you became Akihiko's "stabilizer." During unstable times before concerts. During slumps when he couldn't play the piano. At times like those, you would simply stay by Akihiko's side, talking, and sometimes singing. "You're terrible," he would say, and then play the piano. Lightly, beautifully, as if singing. Playing the piano with slender, long, supple fingers. Fingers that would never, ever touch you.