Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

Miyazawa Itsuki was still holding the girl's wrist.

I stared at my pale white fingertips for a moment.

Hijikata...

He didn't think much of it.

Cast aside all distracting thoughts.

Put it into your lips.

A hint of sweetness from the blood bloomed in my mouth.

The girl's fingers were slender and soft, as if they would break at the slightest touch of her teeth.

To suck on someone else's finger.

It feels very subtle.

Like a child. Or like receiving the hospitality of a saint.

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't notice.

Her Highness's lips trembled slightly.

At the same time, she raised her gaze.

He met the gaze of the girl who stood quietly at the door.

There stood Naomi Asahina, her face deathly pale.

“...Tree Lord”.

I heard the girl's trembling voice.

Miyazawa Itsuki's eyes widened.