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Thank you so much for sharing! I did have my eyes on it, but was unsure if I'd enjoy it - I ended up buying a copy myself to support the work ^_^/ This was surprisingly really good and heartfelt - didn't expect an actual story spanning a year (sorry, the cover...made me biased lol). The actor's work is commendable - he did manage to make not only the MC very likable, but even the non-voiced ML felt like an actual human based on how the MC was speaking to him / treating him

Yukie was to concerned with following Julius steps as they danced around the ballroom. He didn’t catch the whispers that echoed around them or the light catching in the most fairytale way. All he could focus on was Julius. The soft whispers of reassurance from Julius. The gentle hand on his side making his body burn in a deep ache he never knew could exist while being so nervous. He was internally a hot mess though he wouldn’t show it, Julius had such a way of grounding him that it was near impossible for him to feel anything but confidence as they continued. Swirling and dancing all around Yukie couldn’t help but smile and let out a small laugh the demon actually enjoying dancing and swirling around with Julius as the world melted away into just them. Leaning in towards Julius’s ear Yukie whispered softly his lips nibbling slightly as he spoke. ”Thank you for this. It’s fun.” Yukie admitted his cheeks blushing an adorable shade of pink as his eyes glistened with happiness and excitement. Leaning into Julius’s leading all the more Yukie continued dancing enjoying their show of love and affection in such a simple way. ————- Haru nodded as he watched Yumro nervously before doing as instructed his body this time going up easier as it soared through the air a little wobbly but keeping balance as he stayed just under Yumro’s reach. “It’s hard to keep straight!” Haru admitted as he was trying very hard to keep up and fly straight Haru having not gotten the full muscle mass needed that most would have by now naturally flying daily. This to him was an unknown side affect of being denied his natural forms by Yukie and Haruhi. “Are we going to fly up after this?” Haru asked curiously as he watched Yumro shifting slightly as he road on the breeze not moving his wings much to save energy.

Hello @kaohompnc. I'm a big fan of Tokishiba's brand of crazy, so I'd like to share the CD with you buuut I'm a little bit uncomfortable reviving the original thread as it did end on a sad note, so I'll provide the link here: https://limewire.com/d/k7B4n#laO8DNdrb0 It will expire in 1 week, so remember to grab it in time & do not share it outside of the forum. No password is required. Do ping me up if you need either cd 1 or 3, as I have the full set :^) PD:The raws for vol 1-3 + extras are available in the original manga thread (one of the users was kind enough to provide a link in their profile to a drive with a zip), if you want to check them out ^^

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I'd love to see them sometime! I'm sure you draw beautifully. Can I DM you?

Sora found himself trapped in a warm embrace, his breath stolen as Fang’s mouth captured his in a deep kiss. Control slipped from his grasp far too easily. Fang had him caught—arms wrapped securely around his back, hands firm and unyielding where they held him in place. It wasn’t painful, just restrictive, keeping him comfortably but undeniably pinned. Sora lay on top of him, chest to chest, one knee hooked loosely at Fang’s side. He could feel the steady rise and fall beneath him, the warmth seeping through layers of fabric, the quiet strength in the arms that refused to let him slip away. He exhaled slowly. This was unfair. He shifted half-heartedly, testing the hold without real commitment. His fingers pressed lightly against Fang’s shoulder, more for balance than resistance. “You’re not playing fair,” Sora muttered softly against his lips, a faint gap between them now. There was no heat in it—only something tender. He let his forehead rest against Fang’s, his hair brushing lightly across his face. He could get out of this. Probably. If he actually tried. But that would require leaving the warmth, leaving the security of those arms wrapped around him—and Sora really… really didn’t want to move. His hands slid from Fang’s shoulder to his chest, palms flattening there, fingers curling into the fabric as if trying to pull himself closer instead of away. He let his full weight settle, no longer pretending to struggle. “This is sabotage,” he mumbled, voice softer now. He tightened his hold just a little. “I was supposed to knock some sense into you,” he added quietly. Still, he made no effort to escape. Instead, he melted further into the embrace, his body relaxing inch by inch, as if he had been waiting all day for exactly this. They stayed like that for a long while—simply existing in each other’s warmth, touch, and familiar scent. The world outside the couch felt distant, unimportant. Separating began to feel almost impossible. When they finally paused for air, Sora’s fingers traced lazy patterns across Fang’s chest, his cheek resting against his shoulder. Every time Fang’s hold tightened, even slightly, Sora only softened further in response. He smiled faintly against the fabric of his shirt. Sora let himself go completely slack. It was subtle at first. His muscles relaxed, his weight settling heavier across Fang’s torso in a way that felt like surrender. Like he’d abandoned the idea of escape entirely. His fingers loosened. His breathing deepened. A few quiet seconds passed. Then— He moved. One hand slid sharply down to Fang’s wrist, thumb pressing into the inside of the joint, while his other forearm braced lightly across his collarbone. At the same time, Sora twisted his hips and shifted his center of gravity sideways instead of upward—rolling diagonally rather than fighting directly against the hold. It wasn’t about strength. It was about angles. The sudden pressure forced a reflexive loosen. Sora seized that fraction of space, slipping one shoulder free. From there it was fluid—he hooked his leg, pivoted cleanly, and rolled off the couch in one smooth motion. He landed a little awkward on his feet beside couch but on his feets, and quickly took two quick steps back for 'safe distance'. Sora straightened slowly, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve as a pleased grin tugged at his mouth. “Rule number one.” His heart was racing— from triumph. He tilted his head, smugness shining through. “Don’t underestimate me.” There was warmth in his eyes, playful victory, nothing more. “And for the record,” he added, crossing his arms loosely, “I only escaped because I wanted to prove I could… even though I was very comfortable.” He rocked back on his heels with a quiet chuckle—then suddenly bolted toward the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Not because he was afraid of being captured again. Just because it was fun. Maybe it was childish for a grown man to be playing like this—but when you lived with a wolf-man, you learned to stay on your toes. ------------------------------- Leon knew it was a lie. He felt it in the way Asta’s body curved back into his instead of away. In the fingers still hooked around his wrist. In the warmth building beneath his palm that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. [“I’m hot. You’re too close.”] Too close? Leon’s breathing slowed, deepened—not from frustration, but restraint. He didn’t loosen his hold, but he didn’t tighten it either. His arms remained wrapped around Asta’s waist, one hand spread low against his stomach, the other resting higher along his ribs. Protective. Possessive. Gentle. Asta’s hand still covered part of his face, as if hiding would somehow lessen the effect he had on him. Leon turned his head and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss into the center of Asta’s palm. If he couldn’t see his expression, he would lure it out. His lips lingered before drifting lower, brushing just beneath Asta’s ear—close enough for warmth to gather, but not quite touching. “You’re shaking,” he murmured softly. His thumb began to move absentminded. It traced a slow path upward along Asta’s stomach, then back tracked. Memorizing the way Asta’s body reacted before his mind could interfere. Leon had missed this. Missed how Asta responded to the smallest touch. The way his breathing faltered. The way the other would tense and then softened all at once. Leon let his nose graze lightly along the curve of Asta’s neck, breathing him in. The warmth of his skin, the subtle hitch in his breath—it made something deep in Leon’s chest, spreading outward. “I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said quietly, his voice lower now. “But I’m not going to pretend I don’t like this.” His hand flattened more firmly against Asta’s stomach, fingers flexing once. Leon’s lips brushed his skin at last. Soft. Slow. Right at the edge of his neck. His teeth grazed the warm skin lightly, as if he would bite him... He didn’t. He didn’t lesve any marks. But there was a promise that he was gonna. “If you don’t want me to misunderstand you,” he whispered against him, breath steady and warm, “then stop looking at me like I’m the one af fault for not kissing you.” Because everything about the way Asta melted into him said the opposite. Leon tightened his arms slightly, claiming the space between them. Letting him feel exactly how wanted he was. “You know… we’ve rarely had peace to ourselves,” he murmured. His lips ghosted along Asta’s jaw, unhurried, savoring the quiet. “Turns out,” he added softly, “I’m not the only one who struggles with self-control.” Leon hand gently caught Asta’s chin and turned his face toward himself. For a moment, he simply looked at him. Those clear and bright eyes. That flushed expression. The vulnerability Asta tried so hard to hide. The nerves that had been twisting in Leon’s stomach since earlier slowly dissolved, replaced by something warm and hopeful. Something he had tried to supress. A small, charming smile curved his lips as he leaned in. Then gave Asta what the both wanted. The kiss began mostly innocent—soft and careful, testing the waters But Leon didn’t stay careful for long. His hand slid low on Asta’s hip and he pulled the human into his lap, just as he was deepening the kiss. He wasn’t a rush or being rough. Just slow and savoring, like he wanted to consume him forever. "Tell me you don’t want this" He told Asta between kisses. If what he felt was wrong then why didn’t Asta fight him. "I'll stop if you do"

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Volume 2 of "Anata wa korosu tabi". Link: MEGA; DRIVE; Enjoy!

OMG!!! can I DM you?

キッキさん、リクエストありがとうございます！ いろいろ探してみたんですが、リンク切れが多くて…。 もう自分で買うしかないかなと思っています。 日本語が変だったらごめんなさい、翻訳機を使っていますｗ

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Can you upload again. When i want to download this. This website got a problem few days🥹🥹

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thankyou sooomuch forkind ness

thank you so much~!