After an unexpected encounter on a stormy night the second day of summer, the friendship between Naoto Hachioji and Sakura Inori grows into something more.
A fanfiction based on:
Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro (Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san)
Cover Imag...
ED: Yoshi is best girl, and Sakura is a cutie pie-rate (my editor called her that), but I think Gamo-chan as Marin from the Zelda series is my favorite cosplay Joaquin drew of the three. Just look at her!
With Nagatoro out sick, missing her modeling session with her senpai, Naoto finds another way to occupy his Friday afternoon.
For those of you on Reddit, stop by and say "hi" to my editor when he posts a story promo. He's really been coming through for me in the last few weeks. Also, it might help get some attention, seeing more activity in the comment sections. I know several readers tried reading a couple chapters because they heard things on Reddit, and they ended up binging the story up to present in a weekend. It's great to find a fic like that, but then it's a waiting game. I shouldn't beg for comments, but I do enjoy reading them and do consider them when I work, whether on Reddit or on fic sites. Feedback, positive and negative, helps.
Call me when Nanashi cashes the Nipple Ticket he's sitting on, or Naoto tells his fellow virgin to die or shut the fu** up about HIM being one.
In general, you've got to love the double standards and hypocrisy of pornographers, in basements and in high places.
Please look at the Q&A section I set up at the end of the chapter. Ask us anything, and we'll add another section in the next chapter. I would be happy if you ask questions.
Please enjoy what I wrote.
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Friday, July 19, 2018
Naoto Hachioji always felt a little better when he created art.
He wished he'd taken a few minutes here and there the last few days to work on some; he'd barely touched the subject in over a week.
"..." He raised his head from his work for a moment, eager to keep a solid sense of perspective.
It had been nice having Sakura Inori in for a visit...
The tea she made them had been nice, but they'd had no choice but to go with green tea, both forgetting that they'd steeped the last of the chamomile on Saturday to go with Hana Sunomiya's lemon bars.
