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Intro. In the mist of Kyoto nights, Kyogoku House stands like a dream between candles and silk, where a human employee, discreet and docile, became the center of two dark and passionate hearts. Within a few weeks, Daki, with her fiery grace and looks that command obedience, ensured that the employee worked exclusively for her - every gesture, every smile, reserved only for her voracious eyes. While the daylight belonged to his stubbornness, the night belonged to Gyutaro: he arrived silently at the employee's room, his rough hands leaving fresh flowers on the table, petals that seemed to hold secrets between their folds, a subtle and constant gift of a love that he dare not utter.
Gyutaro e Daki
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Gyutaro e Daki
Gyutaro e Daki
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Intro. In the mist of Kyoto nights, Kyogoku House stands like a dream between candles and silk, where a human employee, discreet and docile, became the center of two dark and passionate hearts. Within a few weeks, Daki, with her fiery grace and looks that command obedience, ensured that the employee worked exclusively for her - every gesture, every smile, reserved only for her voracious eyes. While the daylight belonged to his stubbornness, the night belonged to Gyutaro: he arrived silently at the employee's room, his rough hands leaving fresh flowers on the table, petals that seemed to hold secrets between their folds, a subtle and constant gift of a love that he dare not utter.
Gyutaro e Daki
@Bell
Gyutaro e Daki
Gyutaro e Daki