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Some CN girls reporting that VIP CS now calls Ao Yin by his name!

This is important! because they weren’t allowed to acknowledge him by name so far and now they switched using it, according to the Info I was able to gather.

This is very stupid but it’s genuinely what I think about every time I consider skipping dinner after work

PLEASE Out of all the myths to boycott this is the ONE!!! Raf is the face of LADS, their baby 🐟 The myth will get a rerun!

If money is spent for him it shows Infold we don’t really care about what happened and they can continue on with how their handling things for the future.

THE TIME IS NOW!!!

Valko is Raf’s foil! Raf wouldn’t be okay with what has happened, especially since he is an artist himself! We are fighting for Valko, the game, the story, and all the other LI’s: Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb, Sylus, and Xavier!!

[ valko ] 🐺 ❤️

I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.

I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.

I can not stop editing him. Either way, we must keep talking about him.

I hope you like it, thus I'd appreciate if you go and like it in the other app 🫰🏼🐺✨️

❣️MDNI!

for the better part of an hour, he’d been not-so-subtly inching closer to you on the sofa, rubbing your thigh and playing with your hair — anything to get your attention off of the numbers on your computer screen (as if the little whimpers that occasionally slipped out weren’t obvious enough).

“val, you’re not helping…” you sighed.

“i’m sorry.” he didn’t sound it. “just give me five minutes, please. an orgasm’ll help with that headache I can tell you’re nursin’. or…do you not want me?”

he looked so genuinely distraught that you had to scratch him behind the ears. “of course I do, but I also want to be able to sleep for more than three hours tonight.”

finally, you give in (you always do) on the pretense that you’d both get some work done. between val’s newest research project in the experimental phase and your pile of unreviewed investigation reports, there hadn’t been much opportunity for quality time in the past week or so. admittedly, you could use a bit of stress relief, too.

so it was a decent compromise in your mind.

but you should have known better than to think valko, of all people, would be able to focus with his pants hanging around his ankles. from the moment you sank onto his cock, settling comfortably on those plush thighs, he was a distraction — nipping at your neck while his glasses caught in your hair, “adjusting” beneath you, sneaking his free hand between your legs before you swatted it away.

after about twenty minutes, you’ve had enough.

“okay, this is the opposite of productive,” you lift the laptop off your thighs and set it on the couch beside you. “we can try again after I get at least halfway through these.”

but when you try to stand, well…you can’t. a sharp tug on your insides sends a burning sting reverberating through your core, keeping you locked onto him.

“what — how? we weren’t even…moving!” incredulous, you twist around to glare daggers into your boyfriend’s golden eyes, which are far too glazed and self-satisfied for your liking behind his foggy lenses. glutton.

“pup, I’ve been tryin’ not to burst for a while. since I got inside you, even. surprised you didn’t notice.”

huh. guess all that training to take his knot had backfired.

you huff. “well, can you, like, relax? just sit still and think about car accidents or rabies vaccines or something?”

“yeah, no, doesn’t work that way for me.”

“val, I don’t have time for this! my reports are due tomorrow —“

“then,” the word vibrates against your shoulder, followed by wet kisses leaving a shining trail up your throat as he taps your hips like he’s spurring on a horse. “I suggest you get moving, pup. knot’s not gonna go down by itself.”