Drama - Page 2035

I promised my upperclassman that I would show him my panties if he lost 5 kg. He then lost 50 kg and transformed into a total stud! But as his reward, I have to have sex with him…?!

“I didn’t write it.” A school-violence exposé about a top idol goes viral. The details are so exact—like someone stole the victim’s memories—that the internet labels the victim the author. An anonymous poster is using my memories to choke the abuser. Is it perfect revenge… or another trap?

After a father turns into a serpent monster and dies, she’s taken into a noble household—paraded like a pampered lady but used as a scapegoat to “absorb” the family’s misfortune. Only a fellow servant in the same plight gives her room to breathe. As life grows more brutal, she discovers the heirloom she swallowed is actually that man’s Reverse Scale—a taboo core that binds fate, rage, and desire. Determined to free him and escape this house of curses, she’s pulled into a dark, adult web of power plays and forbidden intimacy—where one wrong touch can awaken the beast.

In “Hole 2 My Goal” Elliot has the bad luck of renting a place next to noisy neighbors. Just as he’s ready to confront them, he discovers they’re two lesbian girls — Chloe and Hazel. They promise to keep it down, but soon the same noise returns. Frustrated, Elliot decides on revenge! He wants to stop their adult games, but instead, he gets pulled into the hottest situation he’s ever imagined. If the girls expose him, he’s done for. But what if one of girls is bisexual and willing to keep his secret… for a price?

After two years trapped in the dull rhythm of daily life, Heesu has grown numb—disconnected from herself and everything around her. But when she stumbles across a cryptic online ad offering a one-day BDSM roleplay experience, something stirs. Torn between fear and curiosity, she agrees to surrender control—if only for a day. What begins as a fleeting escape soon becomes a raw plunge into desire, power, and vulnerability. As boundaries blur, Heesu must confront not just the limits of pleasure, but the aching emptiness she's been running from.

On a 2-night, 3-day trip, taken after a long time, with childhood friends who have been together since elementary school. My consciousness, which had been drowsy with sleep, slowly returned with a hand that roughly twisted my nipple. “Haaah, hngh….” In the darkness, the figure seen through the faint light was Lee Tae-geon. My childhood friend for 10 years, and Hye-joo's boyfriend who came on the trip with us. And, realizing that his hand was inside my clothes, I stopped breathing. Tae-geon's fingers gently touched my nipple, then began to pull it, tugging it. The nipple, twisted and stimulated, swelled in size and trembled. “Hngh….” Oh, what should I do? To be excited by my friend's lover's hand...