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            <title>SPW 88</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[“Heu.” “Besides, Sarang, you spent 30 days of my heat with me. The sensation I felt when I woke up after spending a heat I don’t even remember with Sarang was not pain, but refreshment. Instead of an unpleasant dull ache, I felt a pleasant sense of exhaustion.” Following the Adam’s apple, his lips traced a path up, as if licking under his chin,…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[It felt like the inside of his head was boiling. Sarang pushed up his damp eyelashes, which were matted with tears and sweat, and the impurities were swept away from the corners of his eyes all at once. His hazy eyes began to focus. The golden hair that embroidered the air every time he turned his buttocks, the handsome earlobes, and the elegant jawline…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 86</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Sarang&#8217;s jet-black hair, matted with sweat, stuck to the damp pillow as he twisted his neck. The glistening jawline, thick Adam’s apple, and the bulging sternocleidomastoid muscle—beads of sweat slid down them, glowing sensuously under the light. It was an utterly provocative and stimulating moment. Florian, mounted on the healthy and sturdy body, was sitting on top of Sarang’s penis, which was swollen to…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 85</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 14:27:01 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[“Ah.” Florian, who had already taken the fully erect penis in his hand, let out a low exclamation. What had he even done? He had only just gripped the penis that couldn&#8217;t be held in one hand, but thanks to Sarang, who had ejaculated with a gush, the back of his hand and his palm were damp with white semen. The sticky, mucous-like feeling…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 84</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2026 14:26:19 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[As if to prove Florian’s words, the bodily fluid that had flowed down his snow-white thighs pooled below Sarang’s navel. Because his lower body was well-developed, his upper body looked relatively slender, but Sarang’s upper body was typical of an alpha who made a profession of exercise. To confine his wide chest and thick torso, Florian also had to spread his legs wide. Florian,…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 83</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[“You really are&#8230; bad, Rian.” “I didn’t want you to find out, Sarang, but,” Florian, who had thrown off his shirt, added as he pulled down his own buckle and zipper. “it’s a shame.” Sarang, who was looking up at Florian who had become completely nude after taking off his pants as well, squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them like a person…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 82</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Sarang’s rut period began as if he were suffering from a fever. It took exactly two days for the low-grade fever warming Florian&#8217;s palm to turn into a high fever. Sarang, for whom this was the first rut period without using suppressants, even felt a little afraid of the unfamiliar sensation. “Rian.” “Yes, Sarang.” “I feel strange.” “Is it just your mood that’s strange?”…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[Sarang, who was sitting on the sofa playing chess, raised his head. Florian, who had jumped out of the car as if taking flight, was neat for someone who had done so and his breathing was also composed. It was thanks to purifying his mind and body on the way. “Rian?” He had said he would be late today. Discovering Florian, who had returned…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2026 14:22:49 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[“A long time ago.” “&#8230;When, a long time ago?” Sarang, who had hesitated for a moment, did not swallow the question he wanted to ask. Because he felt that Florian would give him an answer. “When my grandfather was still in good health.” Florian, who had been looking at Sarang who had turned to face him, flopped down and lay on his back. He…]]></description>

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            <title>SPW 79</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 14:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Florian, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, tilted his head slightly. Sarang, who had hunched over his round, cute head and not-so-cute frame, was earnestly laying something out. Florian, who counted to one, two, three, four, five, focused on Sarang&#8217;s back rather than the objects laid out on the floor. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower, as a…]]></description>

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