Rugged, tattooed boxer x beautiful mixed-race model
Beast x sweetheart
The sweetheart is half French, with curly hair and a pretty face. He's been doted on since childhood, always getting whatever he wants. He's a little chuuni and a bit of an idiot, and he gave himself a ridiculously stupid stage name to try his luck in show business. Unfortunately, his career never got off the ground. His family is rich, so acting is just a hobby, and he's too lazy to take it seriously anyway. He may look intimidating, but he's actually pretty dim and softhearted. He never gives the staff a hard time and is always very cooperative.
Then something went wrong the first time he met the gong.
They were shooting a magazine spread, and in the middle of the rush, a staff member mixed up their requirement sheets. The gong was a boxer, the grand-slam, gold-belt kind, with muscles sculpted like a statue, so of course the photographer needed to get up close and shoot him hard. So the requirement that said, "Looks best without clothes," was handed to the sweetheart.
The sweetheart was dumbfounded. Oh my god, is this going to be a risqué shoot?
But he was obedient, and besides, wasn't modeling all about showing off a beautiful body? Sure, why not?
He had just taken off his clothes when the changing-room door swung open. The boxer gong came in with a dark, menacing expression, carrying a champagne-colored, backless silk gown in an ancient Greek style.
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Both their first loves. Synopsis to be revised.
I really love this kind of thing, so just let me indulge myself! If any of you cuties are interested, please click on it. I'm hoping to start this in winter! (Runs around in excitement.)
Theme: Every pot has its lid
