Translations

I'm going to save you [MichiDou](+18)

Due to Douma's and Michikatsu's inexperience with a boy, only a second finger inside the fifteen-year-old and an increase in speed in the masturbation of the teenager's penis were enough for a large jet of semen, in Michikatsu's case, and two small jets of semen, in Douma's case it made them both come and the rainbow-eyed boy remained practically motionless after his first orgasm in his entire short life.

-Fuck~- Michikatsu gasped exhaustedly, putting his foreheads together. -Did you like it, Douma?-

Douma smiled shyly, intertwining his hands. -M-I loved Michi. And you?-

-It fascinated me.- He whispered like a fool and caressed the back of the minor's hand with his thumb. -Well, time to clean your hair, precious Douma.-

-Chi.- The rainbow-eyed boy smiled radiantly and closed his eyes so that no shampoo would get in and so that the eldest by two years could clean him without problems.

-It's beautiful...- Michikatsu whispered after cleaning his platinum blonde hair, observing the minor completely naked and clean. Although she had several scars all over her body, that did not take anything away from her beauty.

-This won't go away.- Michikatsu growled angrily, cleaning better an area where his red hair faded to black.

-Don't worry Michi... He did it like that so it wouldn't go away... He hurt the roots of my hair to make sure it was born with blood and then he burned the black part, he said it was a crown of suffering that made me his prince.- The boy sobbed.

-And what is that?- Michi gently held his cheeks. -For me, you are a beautiful king who will always have happiness and love.- He bowed and left him a little beak. -I'm going to prepare the towels my king.- He warned before going to another area of ​​the bathroom.

Douma blushed up to his ears and smiled sheepishly. -I-In that case I prefer to be the queen.-

-The Queen? Why? - Michikatsu asked curiously, approaching with his already ordered pants and a purple robe, which he left aside, bending down to carry it.

-So that you can be my king, Michi.- The youngest smiled sweetly, hugging his neck.

Michikatsu was now the one who blushed up to his ears as he removed the plug from the bathtub to drain the dirty water. -Well... It is a pleasure for me that you consider me your king. I'm going to make you the queen happiest in the world.- He left a sweet little beak for Douma and put his robe on him, which since it was huge, he was able to use it to also cover his hair with it. "You're so cute," he whispered with a goofy smile.

-MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI!!!- A feminine scream was heard as the bathroom door opened abruptly and the named man quickly stood in front of the minor to protect him.

-I-I'm sorry Michi! I-I had to tell mom! He opened the door to my room and saw me with D's things and I couldn't lie to him! - Yoriichi apologized.

-GIVE IT TO ME MICHIKATSU! I WILL TAKE HIM TO THE POLICE! - The black-haired woman ordered furiously.

Douma trembled in terror from all the shouting and clung to Michikatsu.

- Of course not. Douma is afraid of adults. And now he stops screaming, you scare him.-

-Douma? I still haven't found his name.- Yoriichi looked through some paper in the box.

-GIVE IT TO ME!- Tsugikuni ordered furiously.

Little Douma felt his small chest tighten and beat rapidly, if his stepfather was imprisoned then he was with the police, police with whom the woman wanted to take him. He trembled in terror and when he saw a mirror in the distance he did not hesitate for a second to run as fast as he could and break it to take a piece of that glass into his veins.