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[BL] EGOTISTIC

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content] After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to another area. 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? (ps ; I won't give warning for adult scenes iykwim, I will give warning if there's sensitive content)

chacantsleep · LGBT+
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186 Chs

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Suga's body stiffened, his eyelids throbbed but he still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Did they change their minds after seeing my skinny body? I'm a beta male! Did they finally realize that I'm not an omega?

Slowly opening his eyes, he couldn't clearly see the men surrounding him, but he could discern the direction their heads were turning.

In response, Suga also turned his head to see what had captured their attention and made them fall into a strange silent.

"..."

Though he couldn't see much, Suga could absolutely identify the figure standing with arms folded across his chest. The man's red eyes seemed to glow under the moonlight, highlighting his tall and sturdy frame.

Even though the man was simply standing still, Suga's entire body broke out in goosebumps.

Why did it have to be that man who came here?

If it was someone else, maybe he could ask for help— but this maniacal man? There was no way he would graciously help him.