The little hands successfully found a breakthrough from his flat and strong abdomen, and went into the undulating and hot chest above, desperately exploring the sensitive parts of the man, complaining dissatisfiedly: "... Why can't you take it off?"
The man's face was red and he held his small hand that was wandering freely on his chest. He suppressed his trembling voice and asked in a low voice: "... What is this for..."
"What else can I do? Of course I have to work hard to make you mine!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
