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My obsession with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was digging through online avenues when a striking cover caught my gaze. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a story of forbidden passion, and I was instantly enthralled. From that moment on, I immersed headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every issue I could get my hands on
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He was a ruler, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a mystery woman, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths crossed in a hidden garden, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofsocial upheaval. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion,