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My obsession with doujinshi started innocently enough. I was digging through online avenues when a striking cover caught my attention. The title, "Forbidden Fruits", promised a narrative of forbidden love, and I was instantly enthralled. From that moment on, I plunged headfirst into the world of doujinshi. I devoured every volume I could get my ha

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He was a nobleman, bound by duty to the crown. She, a dancer, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths intertwined in a hidden garden, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Stolen moments of affection fueled their pas