A Filthy, Lowly Love

Warning: Japanese-style prose! (The author's inner thoughts: Japanese guys sure are delicious, prpr.)

When he's drunk, his legs won't obey him, and he even needs someone to hold him up when he pees. He can't shake off a muscular gay man who's pursuing him, and Yuki has to pursue his male boss to keep his job...

He offers his ass, but the other guy says it's dirty?

He strips naked and kneels, but the other guy says his posture is wrong?

Kizaki: Are you really pursuing me? You don't seem sincere at all... How about calling me Daddy?

(Miki Yuki bites his handkerchief, looking heartbroken.)

Miki: ...You shouldn't be called Kizaki. You should be called a sadist! Daddy!

Note: The protagonist isn't perfect. If you need perfect characters, you can click away.

(I'll change this ridiculous title after I finish the story...)

Theme: How should love born from misunderstandings and deception let go, and how should it end?