As a virgin who desperately longs for love, just one intimate contact is enough to fall in love.
Yes, this is the first person "I". Ever since I was rejected when I was chasing after a goddess, my inferiority complex has gradually split and been triggered. My hormones have entered a surge stage and I have become a real-life version of Neptune. In three years of college, I want to capture women's hearts and then abandon her. I want to see them suffer even worse things than me being rejected. That is a scumbag.
One of the women pulled me and said, "I want you to be my slave. If you dare to escape, I will castrate you."
Unexpectedly, I caught a cruel woman. During the time when I was tortured by her, I almost had no feelings for women. If I meet that goddess again, I will teach her a lesson. As for what happened, I will tell you later.
But I have always been a sunny boy in my heart. I once entered this palace that determines the destiny of my life with a beautiful heart.
In the free and rich stage of college, when faced with studies, relationships, and career, I have always had dreams, experienced ups and downs, and had no choice but to collapse.
When I pick up the pen again and recall that time, it was already after graduation, and what kind of life were those former partners living.
Loyal to originality, the writing style is not very good, but it is all based on feelings.
Intention: I am an old otaku who has graduated a year ago. Whenever I hear this song "You Were a Boy" and think of those young faces, I can't help but shudder in my heart. The familiar scenes in my memories seem to have all happened in the summer, but why is it that no matter how much I spend my youth, there are still so many imperfections?
