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For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Braved the Otherside

Released Chapter 20: The Red Door (赤いドア)

By @NaraMoore
Art @Maisensei

When did Ume get home, and why is the door painted Torrid-gate red? (Could this be the beginning of an ace romance?)

Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
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At: yuribynaramoore.yoshino.garden
pixiv.net/novel/series/1141710
archiveofourown.org/works/5277

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For Love of a Konbini Idol I Braved the Otherside Released Chapter 20: The Red Door (赤いドア) By Nara Moore Art Mai-sensei Image: (The Red Door, by Mai-sensei) We see Tomo from mid-thigh up. He is looking down at his hand. Tomo’s other arm is slightly raised and bent at the elbow. He looks puzzled. He is wearing a long T-shirt with a brown/red-headed girl (Natsumi) printed on it. The T-shirt is a light yellow. Behind him, half-seen, Kan-chan is holding Tomo’s elbow. She has a concerned expression. She is wearing a long T-shirt with a black-haired girl (Hotaru) on it. The T-shirt is light blue. Tomo is slightly taller than Kan-chan. A red halo surrounds them. Quote: “Let me in Shizu-san.” It was now the voice of the priest, Kawanami. “We want to come in. We want to help you. You’re in danger.” It was hard to speak. The smell of peonies had replaced the smell of peaches, but the rotten odor remained threatening to suffocate me. “You’re dead. I won’t let you in,” I choked out.
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