Fall for a Billionaire - Redeem Ex's Love Writing Contest Brothel. A pleasure room where fantasies became reality. A porno-hymn to sexy excess, a tantalising playroom where anything goes. A place to offer s****l intercourse in exchange for a worldly desire. Clair Massoullevè and Creux Morosov are both co-owners of a Highest Class Cion Brothel, exclusively for capitalists, elites, and high profile people across the world. Creux Morosov, known for being an extremely handsome, he has a terrible reputation as a veritable Casanova, no woman can escape from his charm, even Clair who is hard as ice plunges herself into the world of s****l pleasure, where dirty rhythm taking place in every corner of the brothel. Clair loved the man to the point that she would do things she once never thought she could do. But... The man only thinks of her as a business partner and he also has no intention of touching the girl for the reason he doesn't want to affect their partnership in case it has unnecessary feelings for him especially since Creux doesn't want commitment. As Creux insisted on strengthening the wall he had built and drawing a clearer line between him and her, Clair quickly and easily demolished and erased them with just one play of music and a crimson curtain drop on the stage, the most iconic stage of the CION brothel where Clair dances in front of billionaires. Will Clair succeed in her little seductions or will the next thing get worse because of what she does?
The Kingdom of cadaver Sanguine(Vampyre) and Varkazana (Werewolves) were the most powerful beings and the Humaigne Kingdom is the least and the weaker. The three states were always in hostile until the prophecy happened. A person will born and rise from the weak, holds a destructive power to crush its enemy into ashes. A bloodthirsty tyrant ruler, not thinking or worrying about inflicting pain and misery to others. What if the most two powerful beings meet in the wrong time and a wrong place. Will love still reign over hatred that rooted from the past hundred years?
The world where mortals and immortals coexist, there stood a bizarre empire of peculiar beings: The PARISTINE, EXILE and SODOME. Each empire possess unique abilities to maintain its balance. Deception and Treachery colluded together to destroy the peace and order of the three empires. Then the war begun to rise. To restore its balance one's must be freed.
Long ago, for thousands of years have passed, the empires were in a state of chaos. The force of darkness began to wreck. Many lives have been lost, ravage by war and death. There was once, a young well-built man who fought for blood and life-earning honorific title revolts the current tyrant king who needs nothing but power and domination. The battle has lasted for centuries, the chain of melancholy is forever engraved in history, will never be forgotten. The labyrinth of the past will repeat itself.
Blanche Massoullevè, a fragile and soft gay who is more feminine than any woman in town. His exquisite beauty misleads him for a real woman. As tall as 5'5 height, Blanche has the fairest and pale white skin among his cousins, and a body that has even surpassed the woman's body standard. He is 24 years old and the secret owner of a high-class s*x toys shop and known as the youngest professor of a prestigious academy, exclusive only for the Elites. One unlucky day, for a valid reason, his five assistants in the shop were absent, he guarded the shop alone. His otherworldly aesthetic beauty puts him in danger and is always a victim of s****l harassment by other s****l maniac customers in his shop. But that day, not only did many customers go to his shop, a Hired Assassin who happened to be his student at the school where Narco was attending, slaughtered his prey right in front of him. "Sir, I helped you clean up the clutter in your shop, I deserve a reward." Narco whispered meaningfully and then left him and his customer, lying dead on the cold floor. Disposing of a corpse in his shop was not a problem for Blanche, but the real problem he was thinking of at that moment was far bigger. To be able to expose his secret to everyone. "Yes, I did dirty deeds sir but you're no different from me. Maybe you should let me taste you to see the difference. I am no gay but your face is definitely my type."
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