Chapter 44

　　EIGHT THIRTY PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA.

　　IN ONE OF THE INNER ROOMS OF THE VENUE.

　　"Why don't you want to fuck me Miyamura?." Sorahiko drapes himself across Miyamura like a sheet, while grinding down on his thigh.

　　His heavy breathing is all Miyamura can hear, coupled with the lust-heavy scent of hi...