Synopsis
I was 19 years old and put into the world of a BL comic. In a world where the possibility of encountering a crazy person was one to ten. “Franz, can you take off your clothes for a second?” “Sister? Oh, why are you wearing those clothes?”
I was 19 years old and put into the world of a BL comic. In a world where the possibility of encountering a crazy person was one to ten. “Franz, can you take off your clothes for a second?” “Sister? Oh, why are you wearing those clothes?”