A reverse harem smut book of SEVENTEEN [fastburn] Amina had a decent life provided to her. However, she felt like she needed something more. After an enticing offer given to her by an attractive-looking creature, she found herself acquiring a harem of her own. This is for adults. It contains non-monogamous theme and elements, you have been warned. DOES NOT INCLUDE R***PE AND CHEATING. Please leave if you're into this.

Filmmaking student Kishimoto Izumi is tasked with the project of making a short horror film, as a chance to redeem herself from her previous loss. Her biggest competitor and the boy she keeps losing to- Yang Jungwon, is tasked with the same thing. Thankfully, making a horror film doesn't seem too complicated when a real life zombie outbreak occurs in the middle of the school day. What an awful- but astonishing coincidence. " 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚? " 📌-----( ¬º-°)¬ ONGOING (✔️) COMPLETE (✖️)

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Iseul returns to take revenge on her ex-husband, Sunghoon, by making him fall for her again-only to shatter his heart in the process. But as revenge blurs with old feelings, will she choose vengeance or love? 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ But before she could fully embrace the bittersweet memory, the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Sunghoon's voice-sharp, almost venomous-cut through the night air. "Iseul," he said, his tone dark with something she couldn't quite place, but the way it lingered in the air made her spine stiffen. She turned to face him, a quiet shock on her face as he approached, his steps deliberate, purposeful. His eyes, once familiar, were now cold, distant, like someone who had been buried too long under layers of resentment. He shook his head slowly, almost as if disappointed, and his words hit her like a blow to the chest. "I know what you're doing. The dress, the perfume, the act. I'm not the naive Sunghoon you used to know." Her heart skipped, the subtle warmth she had felt earlier quickly turning to ice. She felt exposed, laid bare. His gaze was relentless, and his words-sharp, barbed-dug into the soft places she thought she had hidden so carefully. "Sunghoon," she whispered, but he wasn't done. He let out a bitter laugh, devoid of humor, and the sound felt wrong. It wasn't the kind of laugh she remembered, the one that filled the air with lightness. This one was a rasp, full of contempt. "I know exactly why you're here," he said, his voice thick with disdain. "It's because I own all of this now."

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.