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#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#BL
#KILLER
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#PREGNANCY
#OMEGAVERSE

[BL] EGOTISTIC

[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 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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319 Chs
#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#BL
#KILLER
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#PREGNANCY
#OMEGAVERSE

Arc 3 of Egotistic (No, Thanks) — 1

cw : implied sensitive content

The room was thick with smoke and the heavy scent of alcohol, the dim lighting creating an unsettling atmosphere as the young man stepped inside. Initially, he thought he had wandered into the wrong place until a spinning chair revealed a man with a naked woman perched on his lap. The man held a wine glass in one hand, his face partially concealed by eye mask.

Yet, the few strands of white hair indicated he was older than the young man.

His heart raced— gaining access to this room had been a challenge. He had narrowly escaped death, and to enter this building, he had undergone a relentless scrutiny of his identity—not to mention the tattoo on his skin, which continued to throb despite its small size.

"You're a new member, right? Do you want to have join in fun with me before I give you your first test?"