Sweet Chocolate Kiss

Sweet Chocolate Kiss

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"Stop it...let me go!"-I said. "Never!"-he answered. He kissed my neck and started opening my clothes.One by one the buttons were open.I tried to push him but it was no use. "Wait...no,Stop!" but it was too late. He was shocked to see what he just saw and said, "You're...a GIRL?!!" Riku, a high school student girl sneaked in 'Ryoukoku Academy' for boys to find her brother who suddenly disappeared when she was young but as she was looking for her brother, she bumped into a famous boy in that school named Ryouta. From enemy, they bacame friends and from friends became....GAY?!! What will happen to Riku and will she be able to find her brother?
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