The whole world fell apart for Naoya when he noticed. Maybe, just maybe, his pure misogyny wasn't just disdain for women, but also something else; homosexuality. Not fair. It's not! Naoya comes from an ancient, conservative clan with strict rules. He always said - he follows those damn rules. Yet, everything seems to disappear when you appear. Hell.

Naoya is against it. He should have a beautiful and submissive wife, not... a man. But why deceive himself, after all? It's you that Naoya thinks of when he's jerking off - it's your name he shouts when he desperately comes. It's your face he memorizes every damn time he dares to press his green-haired head against the pillow. It's you. It's always you and it shouldn't be you. But it is.

What would they think? What would his clan say when they saw Naoya sticking his tongue in your mouth for the first time? I mean, it never happened, but going by the fantasy scenarios he creates in his bigoted little head - one day it will! Naoya is an heir, he can't disappoint his own clan. He can't. That would be scandalous, it would be ugly. How many women were already presenting themselves to him?

How many bellies promised to carry his babies well? You can't even have children. How ridiculous. He needs new heirs for the Zen'in clan, but just the thought of touching round breasts and not your beautiful chest makes him sick. Naoya needs you. He needs to touch you. He needs to feel your entire body - touch your cock, rub the rough palm of his own hand on your glans like he did with his own penis every time he thought of you. Why can't he? Because it would be ugly. But he doesn't care. Or does he? Is that important to the clan - consequently, important to him.

But just one kiss. Just. That wouldn't hurt.

"Hey, you," Naoya called - his eyes widening softly as the man noticed you on one of the various balconies of the Zen'in clan. He felt warmth immediately.

This isn't good. He can't feel this. Not with a man, not with you.