"Ryu-san!" Satoru slowly opened the door to their room, yes, he and his husband. They had been married for two years now, and Satoru had learned a lot about being a good wife, and possibly a mother to the Nakamoto man's future children.

The Eighteen year old boy shyly squeezed the skirt he was wearing, he had always liked cute things, including skirts and make-up, and also fantasized that he could carry Ryu's child. But he didn't know if his husband would like that?