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MatureOngoing2h 16m
Last published Sat, May 16, 2026
He was born as an adorable boy. He grew up to be a beautiful person. People would be attracted to him just by looking at him. But instead of pulling him closer, they would resent him for being so beautiful. When your own family detest you the most, there isn't really a place to go in this world. Yet he tries hard to make a place for himself in this world. And when love and affection actually start reaching out to him for the first time in his life, he is snatched far away and thrown into a pit of darkness. Lust paints his nights in rainbow colors while his soul crumbles slowly. Lust is not love. But can it give rise to emotions deeper and purer?
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