EXCLUSIVELY HIS (Dirty short stories)
The next morning, Uea groaned as his eyelashes fluttered, opening with difficulty.
His blurry eyes darted around the room, trying hard to make out his surroundings.
This wasn't his room... well, he hadn't even checked his house in this arc, but this definitely wasn't the room he wrote for the main character.
Uea was a poor, ruthless, and vengeful author. There was no way he would give his MC such a wonderful life when he himself had none of such.