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A Sadistic Bodysuit

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  This story is a sequel to A Captivating Fan Caspian Inc., the tech giant of Silicon Shores, towered like an oppressive monolith above Janet’s head. This company was the backbone of the high tech future in this mega city she levied in, the source of wealth for the few, and squalor for the rest. There was no person nor expanse of the environment within its nearby reach that hadn’t been poisoned by its touch in one way or another; all in the name of advancement. Yet here Janet was, staring up at the structure far reaching past the polluted skies of its own creation, knowing that she too was only part of the problem. No one with any sense for life within the city would blame her for working here, the state of every facet of her society damn near inescapable. A woman has to do what she can to scrape by, and it wasn’t like Caspian was easy to get into anyways. It did make her wonder how exactly she had been let through the door, as she had no experience in tech at the time, getting in ...

The Touch of Abundance

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  -Artwork by Shenjudongmandabanban- It was as if the world itself were wrapped in song, Sihan embraced by the reverberations he helped give rise to. He and many others filled the space of hallowed temple walls with choir—the space returning their song back in earnest echo. White walls and black tiled roofs riddled the large expanse of the metal temple, with traditional wood carvings of his group's deity, Yaoshi, adorning every other row pillars within. The structure was a testament to an ancient devotion. It all made Sihan feel so small, but a part of something greater. That greater purpose had called out to him years ago upon being welcomed into the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus after the death of his parents. He had always felt as if he were sleepwalking through life, drenched in the bureaucracy of his job at Xianzhou Luofu's research division. The floating world within a ship he existed on was a tiresome routine of overbearing structures and constricting order. All he cared ...

The Dark Caress 4

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  artwork - doiparuni This story is a sequel to Dark Caress 3 Darkness, the enemy of the light. Rightfully it is feared, yet still there are those who celebrate and even wield it. Tharja and her coven are such people—a sorceress supreme who is the very envoy of the great abyss that exists beyond the veil of humanity’s eyes. A realm shrouded in the dark that blinds them. Whether her goal spells doom for the world is yet to be seen, but plans have begun in motion, fresh off the night of yet another individual becoming one of Tharja’s thrall. The morning after, the two began a meeting. Tharja clasped her hands, seated a table opposite of her servant Orochi, the room lit only by a dim candle, whose only purpose seemed to make the shadows of the room more brilliant. “Remember, your powers are drawn from a well that is my own. Siphon too much and it might end you.” Tharja was teaching the woman on how to harness and control her dark powers, powers birthed by the connection Sorceress Thar...