OT_Josie

He is the king and there was nowhere I could hide from him in this world. 

I was dragged into a world of strange yet familiar desires and I don't know if it is okay for me to give in to the overwhelming pleasure. 

If it all turns to love . . . 

What will happen to me?

I have to return to my mother but how will I escape?

Well, that is for you to find out. Slowly but surely.
 
In this story, I will let you in on my deepest secrets after my transmigration. It was only for a while and I might return home perhaps those thoughts gave me the boldness to give in to the physical attraction I felt toward him. 

If I ever return home, will I be able to hide from the feelings he engraved in my soul? Perhaps we might meet and I don't know what my reaction would be. 
And what about my dark longings?
Warning:
*The MC gets to discover the darkest part of himself. 
*Don't try to rationalize this (๑•﹏•)(◠‿・)—☆
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Disclaimer: No event, place, character, or religion depicted in this story is real. This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, religion or actual events is purely coincidental.
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[BL] Transmigration: finding love in an unfamiliar world

Most people who saw it were limited to my fiancé's friends and family complimented the paintings. I could never sketch anything right before my eyes but the figure, faces, and places in my paintings were those I felt a connection to yet I knew nothing of them.

"You don't have to look so serious about it, I just don't want to feel guilty for forcing you to do something you don't want to do," my mother told me softly.

I nodded with a smile happy that as much as my hands drove me to draw and paint, I don't want to be known as an artist. I just do it for fun," I explained things to her hoping she does not feel like I was unhappy.

I guess I will have to talk things through with my girlfriend. I told her not to let anyone see the paintings. Half of the time, I burn them when I am done because they feel too strange, so otherworldly that it makes me remember the feeling I suffered so much to get rid of.

The paintings