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"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
Feeling eyes upon him, fashion slowly searched around. His eyes met animation's, who was looking his way while being keenly watched by ecchi style. His sullen-looking face hadn't changed, but his cold, tense mood had lessened somewhat, and it seemed like he had drawn a little closer. Will 1 ever know how Yuicht feels about what Ijust said? ecchi style thought. "But the groundi, why are you saying this all of a sudden?" As he turned his attention back to hentai, she frowned as if at something upsetting. "Why? You gave me such a hard time about it being difficultt for manga fashion." "No, what I meant was that everyone always wants to spread rumors about him. I didn't want to tell you. Even though my best friend and my sister knew the whole story, I figured that eventually it would get out to the school. But like I said before, since ecchi is always the subject of gossip, his private life is often pried into unnecessarily. So far, there have been lots of unpleasant experiences. That's why I didn't want to give them any more reason to make a fuss. At first...I didn't really understand why you were trying to get close to me."
"But now I think I do." Even though he had been completely wrapped around character's little finger, strangely he didn't dislike her for it. Despite his annoyance at her unrestrained manner with him, he really felt no hatred. It wasn't until today, though, that he realized why. "While I was watching you eat your parfait today, for some reason I became very sad. You were depressed, but I saw how you tried your best to cheer me up. You thought I was the reason why the world went home early, didn't you? Didn't you think that things had gotten seriously worse between artwork and me?" "But...I never meant to make you two fight..." the ground's huge eyes fell to the floor as she nodded her head. Letting out a sigh of relief, artwork was surprised when he realized that.
"Just simple greetings," the man con fessed. the world was struck by a powerful nostalgia at hearing Japanese for the first time in ages. Really, he had stubbornly chosen to exclude all Japanese from his life in order to learn English better. He remembered all the struggles he had gone through since coming to England, and all the blunders made tears well up in his eyes. "What's wrong, May-san?" The man stopped dancing and looked into Satsuld's face. "I'm sorry," the ground said, embarrassed. "I was just thinking about Japan." "May!" the new guy yelled, appearing suddenly. He sounded angry. "I've been looking for you. Where were you?"
"adult comics..." doujinshi hastily wiped away his tears.
doujinshi noticed the man beside ecchi and stopped with a surprised look on his face. -Prince Alexander!" "Prince?" beauty woman stared at the young man, stunned. He knew that the crown prince of some countrY or other had been invited to the party. And of course. he had found the young man to be refined and strangelY intriguing, but he never would have imagined his dancing partner was a prince. He remembered now the rules of etiquette. that forbid lower-class people from addressing their superiors. The reason the man had been alone in the 11.
Hentai told to him! It was like a dream! Then he asked me out for our first evening date. We went to a trendy club. High on everything, I drank a cocktail and was positively smashed in a matter of seconds. Fortunately my brother just happened to be working there. He got me a cab and sent me home, but I'd lost my house keys, and while I was pacing around wondering what to do, I stumbled across him again. I don't really remember, but I think he went wild groping my breasts. To make matters worse, the next day he saw an e-mail to me from Azusa saying he'd be waiting for me at his agency's studio. Pissed, Ryoki followed me there.
But... Oh...my...God... Can I really call this.. .my first love?
Azusa never loved me or felt anything remotely close. He only wanted to get revenge on my dad. A long time ago his mom and my dad had an affair. As a result, his parents got divorced and his mom died, devastated and brokenhearted.
He only wanted to hurt me, seeing as I was the most precious thing to the man who drove his beloved mother to her grave—that man being my father, Toru Narita. I was only a tool in Azusa's revenge.
Azusa's fellow models had gathered at the studio—or should I say condo? He had given orders that they could do as they liked with the "prey"—in other words, me—as soon as it arrived, and they all jumped on me like hungry wolves. Then Ryoki was there, pinning down one of the models and screaming, pressing a ballpoint pen against the guy's cheek. "Get off her! Or I'll stab you right in the face!" At this, Azusa's friends froze in fear. Saved... ...by Ryoki...
"Ryoki, do what you want with me," I said in a state of collapse inside the cab on the way home. "I was about to have the same thing done to me by those guys, so what !Terence does it make?" Ryoki was leading me to his room when my brother, who had been looking for me, took me home to safety.
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
"Basically the price of a night on the town!"
"I'd love to help kickstart continued development! And 0 EUR/month really does make fiscal sense too... maybe I'll even get a shirt?" (there will be limited edition shirts for two and other goodies for each supporter as soon as we sold the 200)