“It’s my first time, but I know everything. I’ll make it amazing for you.” “Hah…!” On my way home from work, I decided to rest on a park bench for a moment, but when I opened my eyes, I saw this. That beast-like man was looking down at me. Every night, I ended up lying beneath him, crying out in agony. “Hey, my type is flower-boy idols!” “You’ll only feel and cry beneath me. I’m your type.” Are the things happening to him real or just a dream? A special romance begins, crossing between the past and the present.
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