Translator: White Lotus
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Kiyoi opened the front door, but before he even had the chance to take off his shoes, Hira came flying out of the living room and greeted him with a warm welcome. Glancing at Hira, who looked as though he were wagging his tail in delight, Kiyoi responded to him with a simple “Yo.”
“Kiyoi, have you had dinner yet? My mom brought a lot of fried shrimp korokkes just a while ago.”
“Really? I now regret eating at McDonald’s.”
“Then let’s have them for breakfast tomorrow.”
The implication behind this question was whether Kiyoi would stay here overnight, to which Kiyoi answered affirmatively. Hearing this, Hira’s face instantly brightened up. Seeing his reaction, the corners of Kiyoi’s lips could not help but curl up slightly. As he headed towards the living room, Hira kept talking to him.
“The bath is ready. You can use it anytime.”
“Then I’ll go take a shower first. Ah, put this over there for me.”
Handing the bag to Hira, Kiyoi walked through the living room towards the bathroom. Do you want to eat first? Or take a shower first? Asking such questions gave off the impression of a comedy sketch about an old-fashioned newlywed, but it felt incredibly good.
Recently, Kiyoi had been coming to Hira’s house almost every day, and as the days of his visit increased, so did Kiyoi’s belongings. On the washstand, Kiyoi’s yellow toothbrush was placed next to Hira’s green toothbrush, and the shelf in the washroom that had previously been empty was now filled with Kiyoi’s styling products. The fatigue of the day dissipated as he soaked in the spacious bathtub, which was completely different from the cramped tub where he lived by himself.
When he first came here, the constant misunderstandings in their way of thinking, Hira’s negative self-centered behavior, and the inability to have a meaningful conversation made Kiyoi distressed. However, as he started to visit more frequently, he realized how cozy this place was. He could rehearse till late at night just by isolating himself in the soundproof room, and if he said he was hungry, Hira would cook something for him, albeit clumsily. Of course, there was no sign of other men here either.
When they were in high school, Shirota and the others used to say that Hira was an ideal slave. That was exactly right. It would be great if he could become an ideal lover, and Kiyoi believed that if things kept going this way, it would eventually happen in the near future. Well, although he was a bit too creepy to be deemed ideal──.
After getting out of the bath, he entered the living room wearing only pajama pants because it was too hot, and seeing him, Hira was immediately taken aback. With his eyes darting from side to side as if he didn’t know where to look, Hira asked, “Do you want something to drink?” When Kiyoi replied, “Carbonated water,” Hira hurried to the kitchen, avoiding looking at Kiyoi at all costs.
——He’s definitely a hundred percent virgin.
Kiyoi chuckled, wiping his hair with a bath towel.
Kiyoi, though, was in no position to laugh at other people. Kiyoi was, as always, constantly hit on by both men and women, but he had never succumbed to their advances. After all, he wanted his first time to be with a guy he liked. Upon thinking that the person in question would be the repulsive and annoying Hira, Kiyoi felt a complicated mix of emotions, yet …… there was nothing he could do about it.
Considering everything, his first love, first kiss, and first time would all involve Hira, and he realized that he was unexpectedly faithful to the guy he liked. It was somewhat embarrassing. However, he couldn’t bear the thought of being intimate with someone he didn’t love. It was not an issue of morality but rather a physiological impossibility, even though it felt like he was at a disadvantage.
“Here you go.”
Hira brought carbonated water with lemon, and Kiyoi thanked him as he accepted it. Kiyoi sat lazily on the couch, sipping the cold carbonated water, while Hira picked up the camera that was on the table.
“Can I take some pictures of yours?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
The second after Kiyoi cast a casual sideways glance, the familiar sound of the shutter resounded, and he was captured on camera repeatedly from various angles. Although Kiyoi didn’t strike any particularly expressive poses, Hira appeared to enjoy capturing Kiyoi in this casual, everyday state.
A couple of days ago, he asked Hira to show him all the photos he had taken so far, including those from high school. Hira was initially reluctant, but when Kiyoi threatened to never again allow Hira to take any more photos of him, Hira immediately hauled out several thick albums in a panic.
The photos themselves were pretty good. As a professional model, Kiyoi was accustomed to being photographed. However, unlike the glamour shots in fashion magazines, these photos focused solely on Kiyoi himself.
——Do I really look like this?
In Hira’s photographs, Kiyoi could see a more natural side of himself than he had in the posed professional portraits. Despite his lack of familiarity with photography techniques, he was impressed by Hira’s keen observation of him.
Observing someone is an act of love, so Kiyoi was genuinely pleased. The intensity of Hira’s affection, however, caused Kiyoi to recoil slightly as he viewed numerous copies of the same photo that had been altered using various photo-editing processes. He could understand that everyone wants photos of the person they like, but having such a large quantity seemed a bit excessive. Kiyoi said he was truly amazed that Hira didn’t get tired of them.
——Um, they’re private photos, right?
Hira looked at him with almost accusatory eyes that seemed to say, What on earth are you talking about?, causing Kiyoi to feel an indescribable emotion. Kiyoi came to stay here almost every day, and Hira was always happy to welcome him. Kiyoi optimistically thought that, given their current trajectory, they would become lovers sooner or later. But at the same time, he was starting to feel frustrated by the fact that the distance between them didn’t seem to be decreasing at all. Hira had the traits of an ideal slave and a man with a serious fan personality. This was fine with Kiyoi; however, he couldn’t help but wonder how long Hira intended to stay like this. Kiyoi wanted him to make an effort to take a step forward and bridge the gap between them.
“Your toenails are growing long.”
Before he could realize it, Hira had come closer to Kiyoi’s side. He crouched down in front of the sofa and pressed the shutter frantically to take close-up shots of Kiyoi’s feet, especially his little toes. While wondering why he wanted to take pictures of such a place, Kiyoi rested his long legs on Hira’s shoulder. “Well then, cut them out for me,” Kiyoi teased him with a smile.
“Got it.”
Hira put down the camera and stood up as if it were a matter of course.
“Eh, are you seriously going to cut them?”
“I can’t?”
As a result of Hira’s evidently disappointed tone, Kiyoi could only reply, “Okay……” A nail clipper was pulled out of the drawer by Hira, who then knelt down in front of Kiyoi. He placed the heel of Kiyoi’s heel on his knee, then elevated the instep with gentle care.
“It’s my first time cutting someone else’s nails, so I’m nervous,” Hira said.
This was also the first time since Kiyoi grew up that he had his nails cut by someone else. But when the heel of his foot was wrapped in Hira’s broad palm, Kiyoi’s heart fluttered. With a click, a small crescent moon-shaped nail flew off and fell somewhere.
“Even the little nails on Kiyoi’s toes are so beautiful.”
His eyes narrowed in fascination. As he was trimming Kiyoi’s nails, Hira’s face bore an expression of supreme ecstasy that would be hard to find anywhere else in the world. He was a pervert. Gross. And yet, it was Kiyoi’s deviant obsession that kept him tethered to Hira. A sensation similar to pleasure welled up within him. The equilibrium between demand and supply was perfect.
“Kiyoi, your hands are beautiful too. Your fingers are slimmer toward the tips.”
“Come to think of it, you took a lot of photos of my hands.”
And following that flow, Kiyoi’s back of the hand was Kissed.
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“Hey, how about we go shopping together next time?”
“Eh, really?”
Hira’s face lit up, and Kiyoi was pleased by his proactive attitude.
“Ah, then let’s go to Shibuya——”
“The one that is nearest is SUNDI, but my mother said that the Fresh Mart across the station is better. In the front of that store, there’s a section for local vegetables, and from what I’ve heard, those are really fresh.”
“That’s not the kind of shopping I’m talking about.”
Kiyoi couldn’t help but retort. He didn’t understand why the conversation between two college guys about going shopping would end up leading to the idea of visiting a local supermarket. When he proposed going to the clothing store, Hira exhibited a terrified expression.
“It’s fine; I have enough clothes to wear now. And places like Shibuya feel very scary.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of. I’ll accompany you there and help you choose something more suitable for you. Then stop by a salon as well, while we’re at it.”
“An aristocratic gathering salon?”
“To hell with it. Obviously, I meant a hair salon.”
That’s when Hira began to shake his head vigorously.
“Impossible; it’s even scarier than a clothing store. I totally don’t know how to talk to the hairdresser inside; even if I bring a photo and ask them to cut it according to it, they will certainly comment, ‘This haircut is definitely not suitable for you,’ and they’ll think I’m thinking too highly of myself.”
Hira, who was now visibly flustered, returned to cutting Kiyoi’s toenails.
“It’s just a salon, I don’t get what there’s to be afraid of —— Ouch!”
With a click, a subtle pain came from the tip of the toe.
“Sorry, I overcut it!”
Hira raised Kiyoi’s heel to check the tip of that overcut toenail of his.
“Ah, it’s okay ——”
Halfway through Kiyoi’s sentence, Hira suddenly inserted Kiyoi’s toe into his mouth, causing Kiyoi to instantly freeze.
“…… Wait, I-I said it’s okay, you don’t need to…”
Kiyoi’s foot was firmly grasped in a broad hand, and a warm, wet tongue encircled his entire toe in a tender embrace. Kiyoi struggled mightily to free himself, but he was unable to use any force due to the tingling sensation that swept throughout his body. The wet and slippery touch of the tongue made Kiyoi’s waist go weak. Just as he was enduring the unsettling heat that was welling up, Hira finally let it go from his mouth.
“I’m sorry, there’s no bleeding, but I’ll disinfect it just in case….. Ah.”
Hira closed his mouth midway through speaking. Kiyoi, in perplexity, followed Hira’s gaze and let out a gasp. He hurriedly covered the unnatural bulge between his legs with a bath towel. His cheeks and ears were burning.
“It-it’s all your fault because you started doing weird things……”
“Sorry, I’ll take responsibility.”
“Eh?”
“If Kiyoi agrees, I’ll take care of it.”
‘I’ll take care of it’………As Kiyoi puzzled over the meaning of those words and finally understood them, heat crept up to the nape of his neck. There was no trace of teasing in Hira’s eyes, which caused the area between Kiyoi’s legs to react even more intensely.
“Do you dislike it?”
Being asked that, Kiyoi felt incredibly flustered. It was too sudden.
“I won’t do it if Kiyoi doesn’t like it.”
Hearing Hira say that——
“……I-I don’t dislike it.”
Kiyoi answered without making any eye contact, and hearing this response, Hira slowly leaned closer. Kiyoi was so nervous that his mind went blank. When the bath towel was removed, the area, which was now considerably more aroused than before, was clearly evident even through the fabric. Kiyoi hated the fact that his body was reacting this way just from his imagination alone.
“Are you really okay with this?”
Hira asked again, making Kiyoi feel even more embarrassed.
“Shut up, don’t keep asking.”
“Sorry, I won’t ask anymore.”
Hira’s hands landed on the waistband of the pajama pants. His fingertips were trembling. So Hira was nervous as well.
“Lift your hips a little.”
As Kiyoi slowly lifted his hips slightly, his underwear was pulled down along with his pajama pants. In the brightly illuminated living room with the lights on, only his private parts were exposed, and shame welled up inside Kiyoi.
“…… So beautiful.”
Being stared at from such a close distance, that part not only did not wilt away but instead showed an even more obscene reaction.
“Don’t keep staring.”
“But the color and shape of the Kiyoi’s thing are incredibly beautiful.”
That sort of impression wasn’t what Kiyoi needed. It was gross. Yet, just the notion of being stared at by Hira made his whole body feel hot as though it were on fire, and a transparent liquid started oozing out of the small slit at the tip.
“….. Amazing, I haven’t even touched it yet.”
It was so embarrassing that Kiyoi felt like crying.
“Th-That’s enough, stop already……uh.”
The sudden shock caused Kiyoi’s body to shudder violently. Hira had his face buried between Kiyoi’s legs.
“Ah, wait a minute……uhh.”
That stiff length was being engulfed by the hot and humid oral mucous membrane.
The pleasure that threatened to make Kiyoi shiver was so intense that Kiyoi almost let out a moan, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand.
The spherical tip and the curvy part were being licked, and sometimes the tongue tried to stick into the urethra. Each time, it made Kiyoi feel a tingling sensation, which was like an electric current rushing through his body, making the tips of his toes tense up.
“……Ngh, haa……nh.”
Even after covering his mouth, his hand was unable to stop the breath from flowing out. Kiyoi wondered what to do. It felt so good that he thought he might die. Such intense pleasure, which he was experiencing for the first time, was almost making tears well up in his eyes, and as he shook his head desperately, the stimulation suddenly halted.
“Should I stop?”
“Why……”
“Because you look like you’re about to cry.”
An urge to kick Hira away gripped Kiyoi. Stop? In this condition? The center part that forced its way into his field of vision was flushed and engorged, seeming as though it were about to burst, and was obscenely wet with saliva. At this moment, his entire lower abdomen had been tingling with pleasure, and nectar was still pouring out from his bell-mouth, begging for more.
“……You don’t have to stop.”
“But Kiyoi kept shaking your head as though you were refusing it.”
He shouldn’t take the words and demeanor of denial at face value in a moment like this. As a man, he ought to understand the pain of being abandoned in such a state. Ah, but then again, perhaps that was tough for him to comprehend because he was Hira.
“…… I have no reluctance.” Kiyoi pleaded with him almost angrily. “It feels good, so keep going……”
When he was on the verge of crying out of embarrassment, Hira muttered in a daze: How cute……Kiyoi couldn’t help but glare at him instinctively; however, his resolve was shattered as he was once again swallowed by the hot and humid place.
“……Uh, ngh.”
The long-awaited pleasure quickly made Kiyoi’s body and mind go limp. As his shaft was slowly being stroked while the fellatio deepened, an inexorable thrill emerged.
“…… Hira, I’m…… I’m going to cum.”
In response to the intermittent plea, Hira pulled his mouth away for a brief moment.
“It’s okay, just cum like this.”
“What the……Stop joking around!”
It couldn’t be possible for him to do such a shameful deed for the first time. However, as the fellatio got deeper, all the strength drained from Kiyoi’s body. The sensation kept intensifying, making him involuntarily grab Hira’s hair.
“Hira, this….it’s too much…..uh, ah, ahhh…”
Kiyoi’s voice faltered, and instead of pleading with Hira to stop, he unintentionally started yanking on the boy’s hair that he had grasped to draw him closer. He managed to crack open his eyes slightly, just enough to meet Hira’s gaze. He fixedly stared at Kiyoi, who was visibly ecstatic as he licked his genitals with his tongue. Kiyoi felt a pleasant, pleasurable tremor run down his spine, and then, in the next split second, the climax hit, prompting Kiyoi to tightly close his eyes.
“……Nngh, ah… ahhh…..”
A wave of throbbing sensation originating from the center part of his body. Without hesitation, Hira gulped down what Kiyoi had released.
Even after all of it had been ejaculated, the afterglow of pleasure still coiled around lazily in Kiyoi’s lower abdomen like a lethargic snake. Hira was still wedged between his feebly spread legs, sucking on his limp genitals like candy.
“……Nh, don’t, no more….ugh.”
The newly orgasmed genitals couldn’t immediately respond to the caress, so the stimulation instead delved deeper into the body, transforming into a tantalizing sensation that seemed to be gently stroking the entire pelvic bone. As Kiyoi struggled to discern whether it was ticklish or pleasurable, his genital region slowly began to react once again.
“Can I continue?”
Kiyoi couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful that Hira posed such a question after putting Kiyoi in this state.
It was difficult to reach the climax again after ejaculating once. As a result, Kiyoi was relentlessly tormented by a loosely prolonged pleasure, which was like an intense fire that melted away his rationality, making him pant constantly. After finally reaching the peak, Hira gently kissed the trembling knees of Kiyoi, who slumped against the sofa exhaustedly.
“Tired?”
“…… Hmm.”
Kiyoi covered his face by hugging a cushion. As his sanity returned, so did his sense of shame. He was unable to meet Hira’s eyes, but just as he gazed down, Hira’s waist appeared in Kiyoi’s frame of vision. There was an unnatural bulge, and belatedly, Kiyoi realized what state Hira was in. Being a guy himself, he was aware of how hard it was to be in this kind of predicament.
“I’m to blame for this.”
As Kiyoi lifted his body to sit up straight, Hira tilted his head in perplexity.
“Um, that, I’ll…… help you with yours too.”
Feeling embarrassed, Kiyoi said without looking at him.
“No need, I’m good.”
Hira, however, swiftly declined his offer, which made Kiyoi look at Hira in confusion.
“Kiyoi doesn’t need to do that. Just relax.”
Hira sprinted out of the living room, leaving Kiyoi stunned. He was good? That was obviously a lie, wasn’t it? For any guy to be left in that state must be intolerable——.
As Kiyoi, feeling incomprehensible, put back on his pajamas and waited, he could hear the sound of the toilet flushing. When Hira returned to the living room, his lower body had already regained its composure, and Kiyoi was astonished.
——Could it be that he took care of it himself?
Question marks danced wildly in Kiyoi’s head. Despite his offer to help, why did Hira handle it himself? What the hell was up with this guy? Everything was beyond his comprehension. It was so confusing that it felt scary.
“Are you angry about something?” Perhaps sensing Kiyoi’s restless gaze, Hira peered at him and asked, “Could it be, what I did ……”
“Did you do something that would annoy me if I found out?”
Upon hearing Kiyoi’s counterquestion, Hira blushed instantaneously.
“S-sorry. But I didn’t think about Kiyoi while I did it.”
“Huh?”
“I was imagining something else. I didn’t think about Kiyoi at all. So don’t worry.”
With a serious face, Hira stated those words, leaving Kiyoi at a loss for how to react.
——Wait. Wait a minute. That’s strange, isn’t it?
Not only did he do it with his mouth, but he also swallowed it all, and yet, after performing such an intimate act, he refused to let Kiyoi touch him, and on top of that, he thought of something else while handling it himself, so Kiyoi simply didn’t know where to start pointing out the weirdness of the situation. If the person you like offered to do it for you, you would just gladly accept and say, ‘Thank you!’ immediately, right?
“Hey, you——”
Unable to contain himself, Kiyoi opened his mouth, causing Hira to flinch and tense up his shoulders.
Seeing Hira stare at him with such anxious eyes, Kiyoi couldn’t bring himself to ask, “Why didn’t you think of me while doing it?”
“……Nothing.”
Enduring intolerable unfairness, Kiyoi headed to the washroom with big strides. Why did it have to turn out like this? As he was irritably blow-drying his hair, a sense of uneasiness gradually began to bubble up.
Could it be that Hira wasn’t interested in him romantically? He said he liked Kiyoi more than anything else in the world. However, there are many different kinds of liking. So, the liking that Hira mentioned might not necessarily be the romantic kind of liking.
——No, it can’t be; he wouldn’t go so far as to do such an intimate act if that were the case.
Kiyoi looked at himself in the mirror.
——Maybe, it’s because my attitude is too harsh?
He knew very well that Hira was a negative person. And it was an extremely difficult task to change his mindset. Therefore, the only option left for Kiyoi was to change himself. In order to keep Hira from triggering his negative mentality, for instance, maybe he should try to exhibit an easy-to-understand, refreshing smile like an idol or something……. Kiyoi got goosebumps when he envisioned himself grinning at Hira with an idol-like smile; however, he was confident that he could pull it off if he thought of it as part of his job.
Upon returning to the living room, Kiyoi didn’t sit across from Hira as he usually did. Instead, he opted to sit next to him. Hira looked at him with a start. Kiyoi felt a momentary annoyance at his frightened expression, but he held back.
“What’s wrong?” Hira asked.
“I just feel like sitting next to you for a change. Is that not allowed?”
Kiyoi questioned, looking up at Hira slightly. He himself found it rather creepy, but he decided to discard his self-consciousness.
“N-no, it’s totally fine. Kiyoi can do whatever you please.”
“Thank you. Ahー, I’m feeling a bit tired today.”
Kiyoi rested his head on Hira’s shoulder, but at the next instant, Hira swiftly jerked his shoulder away with a shock and backed off.
“What? What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?” Hira asked again.
“……Not at all.”
The overly off-the-mark reaction of Hira caused anger to surge within Kiyoi. However, thinking of this as a film shooting, he maintained his smile and leaned against Hira again.
Hira’s body stiffened in an instant.
“Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki——”
It had been a while since Kiyoi heard Hira’s stuttering. The first time he heard it, he was so “grossed out” that he shut Hira out of his field of vision within a second. He wondered what his past self would do if he could tell his past self that he would fall in love with this guy in the near future. Most likely, he would just dismiss it with a ‘Just die already, idiot’ sentence. By ruminating on such silly thoughts, Kiyoi distracted his attention from his annoyance towards Hira, who didn’t seem to stop being tense.
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Translator’s Note: Well, well, well, so guysss, did you all enjoy Hira’s bl*wjob?😉 Kiyoi could also have done his part, but the moronic Hira prevented that! Tsk! Anyway, things will start to go upward soon. 📈 Don’t worry…Thanks for reading, everyone. ❤️
Thank you so much Lin, Sunitha, Lambchop, Neoday, beyonces3kwig for the kofis (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
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The tension was amazing. Hira’s “kind” of like really reminds me of those people who worship things. He puts Kiyoi in a pedestal, and suddenly feels weird whenever Kiyoi act like a human instead of his ‘god’. Truth be told, he finds everything about Kiyoi beautiful. And how could he lick, suck, and kiss every part of Kiyoi without a flinch?!? Even the toe?!? A PERVERT CAN’T BE THIS HOT QAQ
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