Betgame Stories

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I was breathing hard. I don't know what is this thing. Her face that pops on my mind became constant after that night. I can't even sleep because of her. And that moment I saw her dancing in the kitchen her arms show off as her hair fall prettily on her angel face doesn't help at all. It kept playing and playing inside my head. My muscles were tensed and hard when I think about her. That I even have to do a hand job to release this fucking heat she has instilled with me. Damn it. "I'm not your type." Yes. She's right. She wasn't my type. Ace. Jet black hair. Silver gray eyes. Pale white skin. So far of my blonde and tan qualification and yet I just did a fucking hand job thinking her body plastered with mine. Fuck. This can't be happening. Lust. Yes, that's just it. I need to get fucking laid.

Rave only played for two reasons: to win and to earn extra money. Getting involved with someone was never part of the plan. But after a few matches, shared friends, and one too many encounters, she found herself constantly crossing paths with a player who could match her skills, challenge her patience, and somehow keep her attention. Between college life, competitive games, and late-night conversations, the line between teammate and something more slowly became harder to ignore. Some people are a good match in-game. The question is whether they can be one in real life.

Хёнвон - Минхёг чи яг юу сэдчихээд ингэж аймаар инээгээд байгаа юм бэ? Hyungwon+Kihyun=Love ~Tiff~