@ps_rinka0509: 最後の間に耐えられなかった… @もな@ファントムシータ に撮ってもらった #ホラークイーン #ホラークイーンリリイベ #ファントムシータ

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totallynotgay05
𖤐☾ 𝔎𝔈𝔏 ☽𖤐 :
LOL RINKA WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!
2026-06-21 09:03:02
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miaow470
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Nooo!! Come back!!!
2026-06-21 10:43:35
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c13l.ciel_
キ . Melanchream ♡'s toy ! :
RINKA COME BACK☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
2026-06-21 11:22:03
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𝔙𝔢𝔩☆ :
RINKA!
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Hazoss :
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xxhya1024osenbei • adomin💙 :
2026-06-21 08:53:58
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nene_ado_siita
♡⃜ N e N e ♡⃜ :
走り方がガチなんよwwwwwww
2026-06-21 10:25:30
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aeriusendu._hannnn
𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙞•𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙖🪼🌈 :
rinka, COVID was 6 years ago. please come back😭
2026-06-21 10:05:58
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jinori.haine
Nori, KIMIBATSU ❌🩸 :
me when someone asked to copy my homework:
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user2811017781370
さあら :
耐えれなくなって走るのおもろい笑可愛い笑
2026-06-21 09:46:05
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凛花ちゃん走り方かっこよいつかファントムシータで鬼ごっことか遊ぶ企画してほしいな
2026-06-21 11:46:48
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a_langley22
A_Langley22 :
もうね凛花が可愛くて仕方ないわ💜💜💜
2026-06-21 08:53:19
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silumanquman
miu cantik banget sih!! :
Mona so tall in this pov😂
2026-06-21 09:21:09
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rinkaismylove
THE Rinka's #1 fan :
IM YOUR #1 FAN ILYSMMSMSMS 💜💜💜💜
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~:YUXİY:3~ :
she very sweet and beautiful
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𐙚 ℬ𝚛𝚞𝚑🍇 :
What's your bias? me:rinka
2026-06-21 10:25:10
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0t0_haine_
おと :
Chuの部分撮ってくれたの?!めちゃくちゃ可愛い好き💜💜💜💜真顔のからのガチ走り面白いwww
2026-06-21 09:10:22
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えいでぃ :
かわいいぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃ💜💜💜
2026-06-21 09:30:28
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POV: The heavy mahogany doors of Nishimura Holdings felt more like the gates of a fortress than the entrance to my husband’s office. We had been married for exactly six months. An arranged marriage, orchestrated by Seoul’s elite families to merge two massive corporate empires. To the public, we were a power couple. To me, Nishimura Riki—or Niki, as the world called him—was an enigma wrapped in ice. He was the most dangerous man in Seoul's underground scene, a wealthy, ruthless figure who commanded respect with a single glance. And he absolutely despised my presence. I was everything he wasn't: cheerful, expressive, and stubbornly optimistic. I still believed that even the coldest hearts could melt. But after six months of absolute silence, burning glances, and empty beds, my optimism was wearing thin. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed down my skirt and decided to try one last time. I wanted to be nice. I wanted to see if there was a human being behind that flawless, stony facade. Without knocking, I softly pushed the heavy door open. Niki was sitting behind his massive desk, his sharp jawline illuminated by the glow of his laptop. His silk tie was slightly loosened, and his eyes—dark, calculating, and lethal—snapped up the second the door creaked.
POV: The heavy mahogany doors of Nishimura Holdings felt more like the gates of a fortress than the entrance to my husband’s office. We had been married for exactly six months. An arranged marriage, orchestrated by Seoul’s elite families to merge two massive corporate empires. To the public, we were a power couple. To me, Nishimura Riki—or Niki, as the world called him—was an enigma wrapped in ice. He was the most dangerous man in Seoul's underground scene, a wealthy, ruthless figure who commanded respect with a single glance. And he absolutely despised my presence. I was everything he wasn't: cheerful, expressive, and stubbornly optimistic. I still believed that even the coldest hearts could melt. But after six months of absolute silence, burning glances, and empty beds, my optimism was wearing thin. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed down my skirt and decided to try one last time. I wanted to be nice. I wanted to see if there was a human being behind that flawless, stony facade. Without knocking, I softly pushed the heavy door open. Niki was sitting behind his massive desk, his sharp jawline illuminated by the glow of his laptop. His silk tie was slightly loosened, and his eyes—dark, calculating, and lethal—snapped up the second the door creaked. "Didn't you get taught to knock, Y/N?" he said, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a deeply annoying, dismissive tone. "I just wanted to—" "I don’t care. Just get out," he cut me off flawlessly, not even letting me finish my sentence. He didn't look back down at his paperwork; he just stared at me, his eyes dead and entirely empty of warmth. He looked genuinely angry that I had dared to breathe his air. A sharp prickle stung the back of my eyes. The rejection shouldn't have hurt this badly—I was used to it—but today, it felt like a physical slap. My throat tightened. Without a word, I turned on my heel, my tears finally streaming down my face as I pulled the heavy door shut behind me, the click of the lock sounding like a final judgment. --- Later that evening... I wasn't going to stay in that suffocating mansion and cry. By a stroke of perfect timing, I had received an invitation to an exclusive, high-profile gala in Gangnam. Wiping my tears, I looked in the mirror. I was beautiful, and I needed to remind myself of that. I traded my conservative, wifely dresses for a jaw-dropping, form-fitting emerald short dress that hit mid-thigh, exposing my long legs. It backless, elegant, and borderline dangerous. I did my makeup flawlessly, painted my lips a bold crimson, and stepped into my highest heels. If Niki wanted a ghost for a wife, I was going to show him exactly what he was ignoring. --- The gala was loud, flashing with cameras and flowing with champagne. The moment I entered, whispers followed me. I smiled warmly, greeted old friends, and finally let myself laugh. For a few hours, I forgot the crushing weight of my cold marriage. Then, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The temperature seemed to drop. I turned around, champagne flute in hand, and saw him. Niki had arrived. He wore a tailored black suit, looking every bit the lethal, wealthy king of Seoul. His eyes scanned the crowd, indifferent to the awe he was causing, until they locked onto me. More specifically, they locked onto my dress. And then my legs. His eyes darkened to a shade of pitch black. He walked straight through the crowd, ignoring the CEOs trying to greet him, his steps slow and predatory. When he reached me, the sheer aura of him made the guests around us step back. "What are you wearing?" he murmured. His voice was low, smooth, and utterly devoid of emotion, yet it carried a terrifying weight. "A dress, Niki," I replied, forcing a sweet, cheerful smile despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Do you like it?" comsec+ #enhypen #niki #fypシ゚ #4u #makemefamous

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