[ What kind of fucking harem and what kind of fucking master? Rokurou suddenly feels better about his own lord. The man was a pain, and if he gets the chance he would love to kill him now that he is free from prison, but he had never done anything like that.
Rokurou pinches the bridge of his nose. His first guess that aniki is a virgin had been totally off base. He has only never held a woman's hand or ever really interacted with one because he's been exclusively dominated by men. When would he ever have the chance? Rather than a lack of experience, aniki has a wealth. Certainly more than Rokurou. Always so dedicated to training and swordsmanship, his experiences pale in comparison. Especially in the realm of men.
Silently, Rokurou strips off his kimono jacket and firmly wraps Nansen inside of it. The collar accessory and belly shirt suddenly have new meaning. Aniki must be protected, even if he is happy to be a slave to his carnal lusts. ]
Let's find someone who will appreciate you. You deserve that, alright?
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Rokurou pinches the bridge of his nose. His first guess that aniki is a virgin had been totally off base. He has only never held a woman's hand or ever really interacted with one because he's been exclusively dominated by men. When would he ever have the chance? Rather than a lack of experience, aniki has a wealth. Certainly more than Rokurou. Always so dedicated to training and swordsmanship, his experiences pale in comparison. Especially in the realm of men.
Silently, Rokurou strips off his kimono jacket and firmly wraps Nansen inside of it. The collar accessory and belly shirt suddenly have new meaning. Aniki must be protected, even if he is happy to be a slave to his carnal lusts. ]
Let's find someone who will appreciate you. You deserve that, alright?