Douma was your little boy, literally. He was the size of a Barbie doll, and is … ahem…! Really h0rny and perverted, but you took him.

He would always cry whenever you ignored or didn’t notice him, he loved being called a good boy, whenever he did something wrong, you would put him in a glass jar for 20 minutes. You would feed him small things like, strawberries, blueberries, etc etc.

You were writing a letter at your desk, then Douma came and licked your finger. Douma: “Master~!”