The End of the World Is Yours

I just want to be a good man, marry a wife, and have a baby to comfort my parents' souls in heaven. For this reason, I am working hard, hugging my thighs, worshiping my big brother, and doing everything. But I really didn't expect that I would pay for myself... Brother, can't you really beg to be let go? Ice-cold belly black attack*Gemophilia complains Intention: