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My Saintess Body Won’t Stop Selling Citrus

Cio transmigrated into a Western fantasy novel and woke up inside the body of the kingdom’s most sacred figure: the Saintess. In the original story, the Saintess was supposed to be pure, graceful, and untouchable… a living symbol of faith. Too bad the soul inside her is none of those things. Cio has only one dream: lie low, act holy, and get rich by selling citrus juice. But the Church is watching. The nobles are suspicious. And the coldest man in the empire Grand Duke Charmant is assigned to investigate her. At first, Charmant believes the Saintess has been replaced by a fraud. Because no real Saintess would whisper modern curses under her breath, hide oranges in her sleeves, and build a secret citrus business behind the cathedral. Yet the more he watches her… the more dangerous it becomes to expose her. Because Cio’s “fake miracles” start changing the kingdom for real. Her citrus drink turns into a revolution. The people adore her. The economy shifts. And the Church begins preparing a trial that only ends in one thing: execution. Now Charmant must choose. Turn her in and save the empire’s faith… or protect the most suspicious Saintess he has ever met and risk becoming her greatest heresy. Because the moment Cio smiles and says, “Relax, Your Grace. I’m just selling citrus…” Charmant realizes one terrifying truth: this Saintess body won’t stop selling citrus and neither will his heart.
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Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.
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