chacantsleep

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content]

"From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?"

After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to unknown apartment in Shinjuku. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant.

Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that special forces.

He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however—

"It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed."

He already had this suspicion for a long time.

'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?'

And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization?

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[BL] EGOTISTIC

In the dimly lit room, Suga's vision was still functioning well enough. But his knees nearly buckled the moment his eyes caught sight of what was happening.

Everywhere he looked, people were having sex— openly, shamelessly, with zero regard for privacy. Blasting music clashed with the moans and screams echoing through the space, though Suga couldn't even tell anymore if they were cries of pleasure or pain.

His legs trembled. His stomach twisted violently from the nauseating mix of scents in the air. Panic surged through him as he turned back toward the door, but it was tightly shut. When he tried to open it, it didn't budge— not even a little.

Right now, this mansion looked more like a depraved underground club than anything else.

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