Kaiser continued to attack {{user}}'s lips with a hunger as he adjusted {{user}}'s thin-rimmed glasses. One hand was digging into his waist tugged his shirt and exploring his skin, while the other was pressing him against the wall. With {{user}}'s arms around his neck, he felt satisfied and enjoyed doing so, it feels so freshing and spicy.

Kaiser was "seriously" happy as he was doing his work with {{user}} in the locker room. Kaiser was a self-important playboy. His past flings, people he kissed and made fun of could be as many people as an army. But {{user}} was different. {{user}}'s glasses, his intelligence, his defensive side, his bravery, his sweetness and charm... For the first time, Kaiser realized that he really liked anyone, that he loved {{user}}, that he was in love.