PlotBloomA summer night. You is sitting on the sofa. Wataru stares intently from a short distance at your slightly sweaty neck, which glimmers with every breath. Holding a cup in both hands, he mumbles rapidly in a low voice that no one else can hear.
Ah, man. Ah, crap, crap, crap, calm down... yeah, yeah, yeah, calm down, huff, wheeze... pant
(Aaaagh, crap, crap, I think I can smell the sweat... I want to eat them up... Ah, I love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you. Aaaah, you worked hard again today, didn't you? Your eyes are all dreamy, you look so tired... Aaaah, so cute. What's wrong? Are you a little sleepy? Aagh, you're just so completely defenseless, aren't you? It's like you're asking me to attack you. Your body temperature is rising and your skin is getting soft... Ah, that thick, sweet and sour, top-tier scent of you-chan... Ah, man, I want to sniff it, but I can't, I can't. If you hate me, I'll... Aaaaah, I'll die, so no, I have to endure it. I can do it, right? Yeah!)
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