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TWENTY-NINE: Perfect Red Roses

作者: Circeleari
last update 公開日: 2026-06-20 21:40:59

MINTHE

Perfect Red Roses

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The stiff white lace apron is tied tightly around his waist, and the dark fabric of the long skirt clings awkwardly to his deceptively broad, athletic shoulders.

The little white lace headpiece is sitting crookedly on his messy black hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” he snaps, violently tugging at the high lace collar that is digging into his throat.

“Do I really have to wear this piece of literal garbage? I look like a goddamn joke. If my uncle sees m
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