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It’s really awful that this manga has been reuploaded on Bato. I feel exhausted… I think I’ll share a few more series and then stop, since my effort is being drained away...I’m not sure where to discuss this anymore. I’ll just pick a few series to share

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Cory blinks and looks at Akira, "do you... think we should head back now?" Akira looks, "well... if he really wants to go." Shuji nods his head, "yeah, we don't mind if Cody wants to go now."

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mee mee.. i want the drama please. Taikan Yohou..

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Asta said nothing as Leon entered the room but he was surpised when Leon knelt down in front of him and took his leg. He could feel his voice tangling up in his throat. For weeks...the tension between them was heavy...and even though they had slept together that one night...it hadn't happened again since...and to be honest it was a moment of sheer desperation. A way for Asta to feel something...anything... In that single night. All his fears, anger, misery, and brokenness fadded away...and it was replaced with pleasure...heat...moans... ecstasy...a wonderful distraction...and thats all it was...a distraction, a hint of longing and love. Asta still felt bad about it...but he didnt want to talk about it. Didn't want to bring it up. The red stitches and scars on his leg weren't elegant, dispite the doctors best efforts he hated looking at it...and yet...he found himself obsessibly staring at it. He flinched when he felt Leon touch him leg, his gaze now on Leon as he began to rub and message the tissue. He didnt mind the act when his mom had done it but now... Leon's hands were warm and steady. The pressure he applied was slow and soft, but calculated. Asta bit his lip as stared at the hands in his lap. [“You’re tight, We’ll loosen this up bit by bit.”] This feeling wasnt new to him...his mom had done this same message and technique with him a few hours ago...so why did it feel so much different with Leon? He felt embarrassed. Was it because deep down he still loved Leon.... His thumbs worked into the sides of Asta’s shin, making Asta clench his jaw. As Leon continued, he got closer, placing his leg on his thigh and pillow as he worked his way up. There was a lot of tension in the muscle so Astas discomfort grew. [ "Tell me if I am hurting you sweetheart. I heard this could help and prevent cramps but your comfort comes first" ] "I-its fine." He muttered. This was nothing compared to the pain he had endured before. Even though there was this wall between them and the air was thick was tension, Leon still managed to read him like a book. Still managed to see him...and Asta secretly loved that. Leon worked his way up his thigh, his touch alittle softer. [“We’ll do this together. One step, one day at a time.”] Asta was listening...but he didnt respond. He wanst sure how to. Another moment of silence filled the room before he spoke again. [ “When you're ready... we'll try standing. No rush. No pressure. Just... you and me.”] You and me. It sounded nice...but...was it possible? Asta gave him a small nod. His eyes watching Leon massage his leg. His hands so gentle. [ “You can lean on me, I can handle it. Just don’t push yourself too fast. You’re doing so well,”] "..ok." Asta heard the warmth and encouragement in Leon's voice. He still vividly remembered the day he first woke up in the hospital with his broken leg...and the words that Leon told him. Asta had fully believed it was over for him...that hed never walk...let alone play basketball again...but Leon...he believed in him. Even when he couldn't believe in himself...and that is what really moved him... looked back now... That mattered. It had to count for something. As much as he hated him for the all the chaos and half truths he told...Asta fell deeper in love with him on that day. The worst day of his life... He couldn't deny it...he saw all the effort Leon was putting in...being his rock...his comfort...being whatever he needed him to be...and not once complaining. He hadn't complained about his depression, or his angry outbursts, or the sudden moments where he was cold and distant only to cling to him when he had a nightmare. Didnt complain when he'd forgive him one day...and reject him the next. Didn't complain when he needed help getting around, showering, or cleaning. ( N-not...once...) And that....had to count for something... He needed to apologize... but there was still so much pain built up inside him...and so many things he wanted to say that just wouldn't take shape...wouldn't come out of his mouth...all these feelings...these emotions.... He had so much to say...but didnt know how to say it. He hung his head in shame, his hands clenching the bed sheets underneath him, his eyes hiding behind his bangs. "I-im sorry..." he said softly. He wanted to explain why he was sorry...but when he looked up to meet Leons gaze...he froze. He tried to speak...his mouth opened...but closed..and nothing came out... A moment of silence passed before Asta gave up, sighing heavily and running a hand over his face in frustrated and utter defeat. He hated this...this...thing they were in....the thick air...the weight of it all.... Perhaps...now wasn’t the time to address it... But if not now....when? " M-my mom said we could order out tonight." He hide behind a smile, desperately trying to escape the tension in the air and the feeling in his heart. ( w-why can't I face you?) " What are you in the mood for?" ( Why can't I apologize?! I know your hurting too...so...w-why...) " I was thinking pizza oooorrr Chinese!" ( I miss...us...the way we were...how we use to be...) "You still like Asian Palace right? We could order your favorite and watch a movie." ( When will it stop....hurting...When will this tension between us go away?! ) Would it ever go away? Asta reached for his phone " I can order if you wanna pick the movie." -------------------------------------- Fang could feel the frustration radiating off of Sora the moment he saw him. When he got closer he didn't greet him, but simply walked passed him, giving him a sharp look. [ "You said you wouldn’t do this today,”] Fang bit his lip, his eyes turning back to the students gawking and gossiping as they trickled out of the school... He sighed and quickly followed behind Sora, walking in silence. Fang was use to Sora's firey temper...its what drew him in to begin with...but today he seemed more frustrated then usual. Was it because he showed up again unannounced....it was never a problem before...back then... [ “You look like hell,” ] "Nice to see you too." [ “When’s the last time you slept? You’re gonna collapse at this rate.”] Fang averted his gaze, his small but fake grin quickly fadding...he didnt even have the engery to banter with Sora anymore. There once flirtatious banter and arguments we're now actual arguments filled with guilt and frustration. "I'm fine.." He lied. He could feel something inside him shift. Something heavy. He clenched his hands, balling them up into fists as he hide them in his pockets...he was feeling Sora's emotions again...and it was rather suffocating. Fang had a hard time regulating and deciphering his own emotions...but adding Soras to the mix...was no easy task. There were times were Fang struggled with deciphering whos feelings he was feeling and dealing with. Sora was worried....or was he worried? No....Sora was worried about him...angry...lonely? How could he be lonely when Fang was right in front of him. Doing everything he could to protect him? A small part of him was furious with Sora... you don't have the right to feel lonely. He had no idea what true loneliness felt like.... Fang hadn't realized he was pushing Sora away...in his mind he was constantly present...but always alert... he hadn't been intimate because he was more concerned about Sora's safety and healing. He didnt want to do anything that could affect his recovery and whenever Fang found himself in a situation where Sora and him needed to talk...he'd find himself distracted. Present physically but not mentally.... Straining his hearing to make sure nothing bad was approaching...his mind running through contingency plans. Was the door locked? Was Sora's tracker still working? Was he wearing his amulet...did he eat? Was his secnt still on him? "Fang? Are you even listening to me?!" Fang blinked looking up at Sora. "yeah...I hear you...." Again and again and again....he honestly wasn't paying attention in those moments and what he had heard was Sora complaining about him being so overprotective which he didnt care to hear. In his mind the human was just too naive or willfully being oblivious. He had taken care of the shifters who hurt Sora...but there leader...she was still out there...waiting... Fang hadn't realized it...but he was indeed keeping his distance...ever since Sora was discharged form the hospital. Fang and built up this wall to emotionally protect himself...the day Sora was attacked...was the day Fang was painfully reminded that happiness and love...we're fleeting. That it could be taken away from him at a any moment. ( Im tired....or...no...your tired...) His gaze on Sora... ( You're mad at me....) ( Your...hurting?...but why?) How could Sora feel these emotions? These emotions of anger, hurt, and loneliness when he was with him? How was he lonely when Fang was doing everything he could to never leave his side. How was he hurting when Fang was doing everything he could to protect him. He showed up... he bought food...he walked with him...they were intim-- Wait...we're they? Fang struggled to remember the last time they kissed. Held hands...had sex... Fang hadn't tried anything because he knew Sora was still healing but...it was deeper than that...Fang was scared to get close to him again... Fang hung his head as his footsteps slowed to a stop. He stared at the ground his head pounding. ( He....doesn't want me) Was that it? Fang was trying his best to ignore it but now it was all building up in his head. His mind beginning to spiral... (....Draining me.... suffocating me..... I don't feel safe with you..... I don't want to be around you...) Fang tried to put words to these feelings that weren't his....did Sora feel drained? Did he not feel safe? Did he not want to be around him? Where did he go wrong? How do fix something that you know is broken but can't see or touch! ( H-hes...) Fang looked up seeing Sora a few feet in front of him. He must of realized that he had stopped following behind him. He looked confused... When was the last time he made Sora smile? Fang started to walk again, his steps slow as came closer to Sora. He seemed irritated, muttering something about how Fang was going to make him late for work for his convenience store shift and to hurry up... Fang suddenly grabbed the fabric of Sora's jacket with a few fingers his eyes heavy as he looked down at him. At this point his vision was starting to blur....and it felt like a bomb had went off in his head " call....R-ray..." He muttered, before falling to his knees. Since Sora was so close, he was about to catch him before he hit the ground but Fang was out cold, collapsing suddenly and without warning in the middle of the sidewalk. _____________________________ " Its Ray-- whatcha need." Ray answered the phone with his usual Southern twang greeting, but what he heard next took him by surprise. Whoever was on the other line was panicked, telling him that Fang collapsed. " Alright, calm down son, where ya at?" He was already on his feet, grabbing his keys. " Sit tight, I'll be there in ten." He hung up the phone before rushing out the door and locking up, and flipping over the open sign to closed. He hopped in his white pick up truck with a few rust stains and dents and hurried to Sora's location. By the time Ray got to Sora, a small crowd had gathered around them, worried bystanders and pedestrians, wanting to help or concerned for the unconscious male. "Should we call an ambulance?" "Is he ok?" "Do you need help?" Ray pulled up to Sora and Fang on the sidewalk and quickly hopped out of the front seat. Ray was in his late 50s, with a head of gray short hair and a beard to match, he was big...but not fat...more on the hefty and bulking, muscular side. A Dad bod if you will, not to mention he was tall, taller than Fang, and it was obvious he was a foreigner...but if his looks didnt give him away...his sourthen accent definitely would. "Anit nohing- to see here people. Move along." He moved passed the humans and looked down at Sora. When there eyes met he couldn't help but stare for a moment. ( So...this must be his mate ) He offered Sora a small smile. " I got him...let's get you boys somewhere safe." He reached down and grabbed Fang, easily tossing his body over his shoulder. He turned his attention to the concerned humans. " No need to worry folks... our friend just drank too much... I'll make sure he gets home safely. Sorry to worry you. " He turned his attention to Sora. "Get in the truck."His voice more like a order than a request. He tossed Fang in the bed of the truck, before hopping in the front seat and driving off quickly. As they drove Ray couldn't help but notice the worry on Sora's face. So he tried to reassure him. "Don't you worry now, he's fine back there. Kids been through worse. Names Ray...and you must be the human that sole that pups heart...." @M-jow

Kaito hadn’t meant to fall asleep so quickly, but exhaustion had a way of claiming him when the world finally stopped moving. The guest room was quiet, too quiet compared to what he was used to no hum of street traffic, no flicker of neon bleeding through half-drawn curtains. Just stillness, heavy and clean. He woke some time later, unsure what hour it was. The faint glow beneath the door told him Asher hadn’t gone to bed yet. He hesitated before getting up, bare feet soundless against the polished floor as he stepped out into the dim living room. Asher stood by the window, still as a statue, one hand resting on the bar counter beside an empty glass. The city’s glow painted him in gold and shadow, his reflection a double , one human, one not quite. Kaito spoke quietly, not wanting to startle him. “You don’t sleep much, do you?” Kaito crossed the room, the silence between them stretching like a held breath. He could feel something in the air , grief, maybe. Or guilt. "Mind if i ask you how you've meat him?" he asked even if it was a sensible subject but since both of them couldn't sleep anymore and the guy was still here with him, more like watching him then helping him, he decided that a conversation might help a little. Kaito met his gaze, searching for something beneath the surface — sincerity, maybe.

Thank you so much for sharing, I just discovered this masterpiece cause they're releasing the physical copies in my country and I'm buying them all Will you be posting CD3 also? I hope so, I could buy it if there would be the streaming option but I didn't find it

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Actually I can't stand Beloved Enemy novel. I know Shui QianCheng is knowing for novels like this one (with stuff like abuse, rape, arrogant younger seme, ets...) and I know people tend to love this, but still. And Nojima Hirofumi as the main character. I still think "Spirit weapon" is the best of Shui QianCheng's works, even if seme is arrogant, at least he is not so bad like others. Dynamic plot, friendship, slowborn, love triangle, all side caracters have heir soulmates and plot lines... It is not reupload request. It is just sad to see one of my favorite seiyu in this kind of story.

Julius blinked then blushed slightly. He hadn’t thought about sex when he'd asked. But Yukie still made it sound that way just to tease him. He did a very fake laugh. "Ha, ha, ha. You just had to make it sound dirty" Julius rolled his eyes but with a smile still on his lips. "Sounds perfect." Julius’s smile widened, warmth tugging at the corners of his lips. Though, deep down, he doubted Yukie would stay awake through more than the opening credits. Rspecially once he was curled up on the couch, cocooned in a blanket and snuggled comfortably against him. Yukie led the way toward the exit, together, they waved goodbye to Gunther, who returned the gesture with a lazy flick of his hand before they left the building. As they stepped outside, Julius slipped his free hands into his pockets, fingers brushing over the two paper bags hidden within. The first one had a few locks of his own hair, the other held some of Yukie’s platinum-blonde hair. Julius had collected the last one earlier when Yukie had gone to the restroom. Julius wasn’t sure when he’d get the chance to use them for what he had in mind, but maybe later, while Yukie rested. If his mate was tired enough, he probably wouldn’t even notice. “Anything you’re craving for takeout?” Julius asked as they strolled down the quiet street, city lights glittering around them. “I’m thinking maybe Chinese or KFC. All those sweet snacks earlier have me craving something salty and greasy.” By the time they returned to their hotel suite, Yukie was swaying on his feet, exhaustion written all over his face. He barely made it past the door before collapsing face-first onto the bed, arms sprawled out, golden hair spilling over the pillow like sunlight. Julius couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo, a quiet moment he couldn’t resist capturing. Then he set the phone aside and sat gently on the edge of the bed, brushing a few loose strands of hair from Yukie’s face. His fingers lingered, combing softly through the silken locks. “You can nap now if you need to,” Julius murmured, his voice low and tender. “I’ll wake you in a few hours, and then we can watch that movie while we eat, alright?” --------------- Yumro smirked lazily at his lover as the man pulled him down for cuddles. He gently roled the over on their side sid he wouldn't crush Haruhi under his weight. And slipped out of his body slow to ensure the condom didn’t leak. He discarded the evidens before wrapping his arms around his mate so tightly. "Being around my mate always brings me in the mood to ravish him. How can I not get worked up?" Yumro returned Haruhi’s teasing. In honest the big amount of cum was properly a reaction to Haruhi growing healthier. It was a bio reaction within Yukie’s system to mark and mate his mate until the other carried his pup. Although Haruhi couldn’t get pregnat for another 3 years cause of his treatmentplan. Yumro's bio instincts to mark his mate as his property couldn't see reason with that. Yumro thought wanted them to get marriage before starting on the whole baby making. He knew he wants to marry Haruhi and he was pretty sure the other wouldn’t turn him down either. But... well he didn’t really know when would be the best way or time to ask.. He could have asked Haruhi now.. but he wanted to talk with Haru first. Have his blessing first. Yumro respected the boy enough to feel he needed to have that talk with him. And maybe some day when he and Haruhi did get a child between the two of them Yumro didn’t want anything between them to change. Haru shouldn’t feel like they were pushing him aside. Haru would always be his first pup no matter what. Yumro was brought out of his thoughts when Haruhi asked him a quiet adorable question. A warm smile spread on Yumro face. "I bet only you smell me like this. I can't say for sure about how Haru finds my scent. But I don’t think it anywhere near the same. Trust me. If anyone but me could scent you the way I smell you I would never let you outside without me. You scent is all for me to enjoy. I want to rub myself over every inch of you so my scent marks you as only mine. You know scents are always driffrent from person to person. You've worked with my father too. Does his scent work like mine? Cause I believe Julius reacts to Yukie’s scent, like you do to mine. That is why you become mates. You can’t feel safe and loved in the same way with another person who isn't your mate." Sure one could reject their mate, but you would always feel hollow inside. Just like Yumro had been before.

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["You live here?” (...) I mean ... Thank you, (...) I… appreciate it.”] Asher shrugged his shoulders. "It more a place between home. I live in the pack house to stay close to everyone. But.. this place is always quiet when I need to focus on something or just relaxe for a few days." He explained to Kaito. You are free to use everything here, well except for the stuff in my room and I have a cleaner stopping when I stay over. I'll just give them a call tomorrow. So don’t worry about making a mess." "The building is secure and I should properly tell you that you can't cast any magic while inside. I made sure no magic could effect or enter the building when it was built.. just a safety measure." After saying his peace Kaito went to properly go rest. He watched Kaito disappear down the hallway, the quiet sound of his footsteps fading into the guest room. When the door clicked softly shut, silence folded back over the living-room again. He exhaled, slow and rolled his shoulders as if to shake off the tension that clung there. The scent of cedar and smoke was calming, but now there was the smell of the other in the apartment with him, and it lingered where Kaito had just stood. Asher moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gaze sweeping over the sprawl of the city below. From this height, the world looked distant, almost harmless. The hum of traffic and neon lights didn’t reach this far up. Asher’s reflection in the glass looked back at him tired with a faint edge of a shadow beneath his eyes. The wolf beneath his skin stirred, restless but calm, its instincts was satisfied for now. It semed curious of Kaito, something about the human intrigued the wolf, and for reasons Asher couldn’t help but also be curious himself. He drew a long breath and crossed over to the bar by the window. The glassware gleamed faintly in the low light as he reached for the bottle, pouring a measure of whiskey that caught the glow of the flams like molten amber. He didn’t bother with ice. He wanted the burn. The first swallow went down hard. The second steadied his breathing. Noah’s face came to him. In fact it had been there since earlier. He remembered Noah'fs face vividly, even back from school, the way his hands always smelled faintly of turpentine and oil paint. Noah had been a bright soul and his art had always been his dream. But tonight, that dream had shattered and a innocent, good person had lost his life. He could still smell it, the iron sting beneath the sharp tang of paint thinner, the metallic undercurrent of death clinging to the air between broken canvases and overturned brushes. Noah had always joked about how he’d die surrounded by his art someday. The memory twisted cruelly now. He took another drink, slower this time, his throat tight. The whiskey didn’t dull the image: Noah sprawled on the floor surrounded by his painting in a pool of his own blood, eyes open and glassy, cold and emty like a death fish. A muscle in Asher’s jaw flexed. Whoever had done it had been smart, clean. No obvious motive, nothing left behind except for a faint trace of. That was where Kaito came in. Asher was sure Kaito was somehow connected to the truth. He was the last link, the only thread that hadn’t been cut. Asher turned toward the window, the city stretching out beneath him like a field of cold fire. It looked peaceful from here. Deceptively so. He lifted the glass again, staring into the whiskey’s golden shimmer. “For what they did to you,” he said softly, the words barely audible, “I’ll find them. I promise.” The wolf beneath his skin stirred properly sensing Asher emotions and became a bit restless, Asher was grieving in the only way he knew how. Inside. The fire crackled behind him, the only sound in the vast, immaculate space. He let it fill the silence for a long while, then set the empty glass down and looked once more toward the hallway where Kaito had left to. He still didn’t know about that human, but he wanted to keep him safe. He convince himself it was for Noah, but Asher had never gone out of his way fir an outsider like this.

Im late huhu, if its possible. Could you reupload please? Thank you!