Black Capes and Red Tail
He shuffled away from the doom of a red lipstick closing in at him. He was sure he didn’t sign up for this kind of treatment. Heck, he didn’t even want to be part of this…whatever party it’s called. The poor leather coverings of the couch squeaked in protest as his hands pushed more itself away to a very small corner. He’ll just pay for Tsukimori’s couch later.
He grunted as he turned his head away. “Oh come on, Tsuchiura Ryotaro! Stop resisting!” a woman’s voice came through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to let you put that in my lips or in my face or in any part of my body.” He fought back. His other hand pushed the woman away, as if she was holding a catalyst for the nest zombie apocalypse. “It’s not going to be too obvious, you jerk…
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The Nameless Bookworm 