Falling into Kukuroo Mountain

“When you're touched, the pleasure doubles.” The mind nail rooted in the back of the maid's head faithfully did its work. “When you're kissed, the pleasure increases tenfold.” The man's fingertips lingered over her lower abdomen. His hard nails prodded her soft belly; it was easy to imagine that the slightest pressure would pierce her skin and flesh, digging out the organs hidden inside. He remained perfectly in control, speaking slowly as he explained that he too was a tool whose need to control others should be strictly regulated. He drew a circle around the place he estimated he could reach. “When you're entered here, the pleasure increases a hundredfold.” “Now you've really become a body that can't live without me.” The man murmured, his delight genuine. “Say my name.” “Iru.” You'll Have to Pay for Juggling Eight Relationships She cast aside her gifted fiancé when he fell into ruin. She captured the refined young heir of a noble family and made him her mount. She beat up her vicious, poisonous younger brother… What are oral fixation, skin hunger, and hypermasculinity syndrome supposed to mean? These men all want to use a child to rise in status; they must be seriously ill. “I have hundreds of tentacles. What's wrong with juggling eight relationships? That's less than one twentieth of my legs! Like they say, the more friends you have, the more paths you can take.” “You call someone you sleep with until you're senseless, hit the mark every time, and make carry, throw up, undergo a C-section, give birth, and raise a child your friend?” “Oh, I guess that doesn't count as friendship. At most, it's a romantic debt.” “You've racked up quite a lot of debts, then.” But debts always have to be repaid. Theme: Healthy love is delicious, but twisted affection is even more intoxicating