-COMPLETE- A STORY WHERE JENNIE KIM AND LALISA MANOBAN HAS AN INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP BUT KEPT IT FROM THEIR PARENTS AND USES THE TERM "PROJECT" JUST TO BE TOGETHER.

Lisa Manoban moves in to her new condominium and accidentally meets her new neighbour in the most...unexpected way possible. More smut, a little angst, MAYBE a little fluff - mature content, don't run to your mothers complaining after. This is an original fanfic. I don't consent to plagiarising, repurposing, nor translating this work.

Can Jennie get a top-class lawyer to save her sister from a murder case? What would Jennie do if that lawyer wanted to marry her? ⚠️ Lisa G!P⚠️ The original story by Michelle This is a converted story. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. credit to the original author.

They called her the Ice Queen. Jennie Kim, the modern-day heiress of Korea's largest conglomerate, was untouchable. Beautiful, brilliant, and merciless - she was the woman who could bring empires to their knees with a single signature. But behind her perfect smile and designer suits was a fortress of steel walls, built to survive a world that had tried to destroy her too many times. No one dared to cross her. No one, except the shy, stammering girl who accidentally spilled coffee on her million-dollar contract. Lisa Manoban never expected to land a job as Jennie's personal assistant. She wasn't polished. She wasn't bold. She wasn't the type to stand out - and that was exactly why Jennie chose her. But when a scandal threatens Jennie's reputation and powerful enemies circle like wolves, Jennie does the unthinkable.

"Who would be in their right mind to Love a girl that have a daugther?" I whispered. "You should've have tried me. I won't judge. Instead, you, you lied straight to my face without even batting an eye."

"This is poison?" Lisa asked, looking down at her blatantly exposed form. Her pu*sy was already drenched with anticipation. Even the cool air passing by her bare skin felt provocative. Irene nodded and slowly pulled her knees up. "Lisa. Then, suck it now." *** "Aren't you curious about what's next?" Lisa lifted Irene's chin with her long fingers. As Lisa leaned towards Irene, her approaching eyes shined intensely - completely incompatible with her normal demeanor. Even her usually innocent and slightly ajar mouth was now drawing up into a powerful smirking arc. Witnessing such an unfamiliar expression from her for the first time, Irene's mouth went dry, and gulped. "W-what's next?" "After ardently sucking you off, your overflowing hole gets filled up with my hard c*ck, so it can stir and thrust up in there." You...... Weren't you a fool? Lisrene Adaptation (Lisa G!P) Not much plot more on smut. Neither the picture nor the content belongs to me. ALL CREDITS BELONG TO THE AUTHOR AND TRANSLATORS

Lisa departs from BLACKPINK and YG Entertainment, seeking a fresh start. Love and Friendship IrinexlisaxIu

THIS IS JUST A PURE FAN FICTION Listop [G!P Lisa] "P-please s-top this" I pleaded looking away while sweats started to drip on my forehead. Irene stood up then straddle my lap, I tried to push her but I felt weak as I am nervous. "I'll stop if I wanted to" Irene said then peck my lips, again I almost cried when I let her kiss me one more time. I should have push her away from me but I can't. "This is wrong" I said sternly then push her away from me, but she still move closer to me then grind on my bulge. I sighed, This is just her first day yet she acted at her then she tried to kiss my lips again but I turn away causing her to kiss my cheeks instead.

Irene Bae just wanted a quiet semester. No cameras, no scandals, just her hoodie, instant coffee, and a dusty dorm room far from the K-pop stage. Lalisa Manoban only wanted to survive engineering school while secretly raising her four-year-old niece, dodging rumors, and keeping her very real billionaire heiress status under wraps. Neither of them planned to fall in love. But between late-night ramen, missing socks, emergency juice boxes, and the world's most chaotic stuffed elephant-this tiny dorm has just enough room for two (and a half). And maybe, just maybe... a future.

The stage was empty now. The cheers from the award show had faded into a muffled echo through the arena walls. Lisa stood in the middle of it, hair damp from the performance, chest still rising and falling from adrenaline. The world outside was still screaming her name, but in here, it was quiet. Soft footsteps echoed behind her. "I thought you'd be gone by now," Irene's voice was calm, almost teasing, but her eyes carried something fragile - relief. Lisa turned, a small, tired smile tugging at her lips. "And miss my ride home?" Irene stepped closer, the glow from the backstage lights painting her hair in gold. "Your ride is standing right here," she said softly, almost like a confession. Lisa's chest tightened. They had survived months of secrecy, countless near-exposures, the crushing weight of schedules, and the suffocating fear of what people would say if they knew. Yet here she was. Here they were. Without a word, Irene reached for her hand. Her fingers were warm despite the cold air that seeped through the empty hall. "No more hiding," she whispered, the words trembling but sure. Lisa's throat felt tight. "No more hiding," she repeated, squeezing Irene's hand like an anchor. In the far distance, camera flashes lit up through the door cracks - fans still waiting, still watching. But neither of them let go. And when they finally walked out together, hand in hand, the noise outside swelled, but for Lisa, it was just a blur. The only thing real was Irene's grip, steady and sure, pulling her forward into whatever came next. lisa gip