Tokyo Boys

Thanks for your reviews, I'm glad you're enjoying Daisuke's "adventures" lol... a reminder that this is my 2008 NaNoWriMo story, it's complete but not beta-read.

For notes, please look at the previous chapters.
Additional notes for this chapter:
* Japanese language has 3 alphabets with kanji (the chinese symbols) being the most difficult.
Hiragana & Katakana are the basic 2, and school children master them before kanji.
* cram school - (Juku in Japanese) after school hours (and on weekends) school, where students study to prepare for exams or improve their grades.. popular in Japan and Asia.


Please enjoy and leave me some feedback, I like seeing how others perceive the characters and it might help me improve with my future stories. :)


TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 6


When Yuuto woke up, his mother had already gone to work. She prepared him breakfast and wrapped the plate with a sticky nylon and left him a note on top of it. Yuuto picked up the plate. It was still warm so he brought it to the table and sat down to eat. Just then the phone started ringing. He got up to answer.

"Hello?"

Hasabe Akiko, Daisuke's mother, was on the other side of the line. "How are you doing, Yuuto-kun?" she asked him politely. "I haven't seen you here in a while, you two are always hanging out at your place."

"Ahh..." Yuuto's fingers tightened around the earpiece. "That's because... uh... we study… and…"

"I'm glad Daisuke has such a serious friend to help with his studies. Can I speak to him?" Akiko cut his stuttering short.

"Umm... uhhh..." Yuuto felt sweat forming on his forehead. "He's uh, he's still in the... the bathroom...." Yuuto stammered and cursed Daisuke for making him lie for him once again. Fortunately, Daisuke's mother didn't seem to suspect anything and just asked him to tell her son to get back to her.

Yuuto sent Daisuke an email, telling him to call his mother. He didn’t want to think what Daisuke was up to. Spending the night with Yoshimura seemed to Yuuto like a bad idea. He didn’t trust the guy at all.

To his surprise, his phone started ringing as soon as he finished sending the email. It wasn’t Daisuke. Yuuto wasn’t familiar with the number and wondered if he should answer. He waited another ring and answered cautiously.

“Kaname-kun?”

He recognized Midori’s voice right away and his heart started pounding faster.

“Midori?” She’s never called him on the phone before, so he was quite surprised.

“Am I interrupting?” she asked politely.

“No, no…” Yuuto hurried to say. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Enjoying the vacation.” Even through the phone, he could “hear” her soft smile.

“I was wondering if you’d like to meet…” she said.

Yuuto gaped for a good long moment. Was she asking him out on a date? He didn’t even hear the rest of what she was saying, his mind started to overload, visualizing their “date” to the finest detail, including what he was going to say. He realized he was still on the phone when the girl on the other side of the line called his name. He apologized.

“Wh-where?”

They arranged to meet at a family restaurant near the school. Yuuto stood in front of his wardrobe.

One thing he liked about school was that he didn’t have to choose what to wear, everyone had to wear the school’s uniforms and no one needed to know he lacked a fashion sense badly.

He stood in front of the intimidating closet for another moment and then made a short run to his computer. He checked the weather and returned to search for clothes. In the end he picked up a dark brown cargo pants, long sleeved black shirt and on top of it a dark gray t-shirt with a fading print of some American band. He went to the bathroom to check out his hair, other than a few strands that jumped and needed smoothing, he thought he looked fit to go outside.

Midori was already waiting for him at their arranged location. He apologized for being late. She smiled at him and gave him the normal greeting. Only then Yuuto noticed she had two friends with her and they were looking at him quizzically. He started to feel nervous, his legs felt cemented in the ground.

“You’re okay?” she asked him.

He swallowed and nodded without saying a word.

“I thought you said he would bring Hasabe-kun with him,” one of her friends commented dryly.

“Did you give him a call, Kaname-kun?” Midori asked. “Maybe you should check where he is?”

Any illusion of a lovely spring date alone with Midori shattered. He guessed they weren’t going to go together to the park for hanami as he pictured in his mind. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone to send Daisuke an S.O.S message.

~*~

Daisuke stirred and woke up. A beautiful woman flashed a perfect smile at him from a black and white poster and it took another moment to realize he was in Tachibana’s bedroom. Tachibana was still sleeping, cuddling with his pillow like a little child. Near him, on the nightstand, the alarm clock showed it was shortly after 11am. It was the longest he’s slept in since summer vacation, but he guessed the other guys won’t be waking up any time soon.

He wanted to stay with them. He wanted to play on their wii all day long, go with them to the bar or whatever pub they visited, since it didn’t seem like they were frequenting Tachibana’s workplace.

His phone, still on silent mode, made a buzz of another incoming mail. He sat up and reached for his phone, which was strategically placed between the creases of his camo pants on the floor. Even though he planned to ignore all the emails he received from friends, especially those who were begging him to reconsider dropping out of the club, the last two were from Yuuto, who never emailed him without a reason.

He picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. Meeting Yuuto during the day wasn’t such a bad idea, it could divert his attention from the burning desire to be initiated into a club. He replied his approval and then read the second email. Deciding his mother could wait, he finished getting dressed. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he stepped out of Tachibana’s room, closing the door as stealthily as he could.

There were four men in the main room, sleeping like the dead. One of them was Satou and the other three Daisuke didn’t recognize. He was pretty sure they weren’t there when he returned with Tachibana, so they probably came to crash at the den in the wee hours of the morning. He was careful not to step on them, and almost unwillingly left the apartment.

~*~

When he arrived at the restaurant Yuuto mentioned, he was amused to see Yuuto sitting quietly at the edge of the table, looking completely lost as the three girls at the table were chatting lively, stabbing long spoons at one tall glass of parfait.

“Yo!” He had to run his fingers in Yuuto’s carefully combed hair.

The girls looked up, a smile spread on their faces. “Hasabe-kun! You’re here!”

Quite honestly, Daisuke didn’t even recognize the girls. He figured the one who was sitting next to Yuuto, was the girl he fancied, and the other two were her friends. With that, a plan was already forming in his head.

“Make me some room, will ya?” he asked and made his way to sit between the two girls.

Yuuto watched quietly as his friend attracted all the attention. Daisuke definitely had the talent to lighten up the mood. Here he was sitting like an oaf, watching the girls binge on the parfait while he couldn’t even utter a word and Daisuke, who didn’t even know these girls, already grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and enjoyed himself.

“Yuu-chan~”

Yuuto raised his eyes to Daisuke and found himself face to face with the white fluffy cream Daisuke was shoving at his him. When he opened his mouth to protest, Daisuke found the opportunity to shove the spoon in his mouth.

“How cute~~” the girls cheered.

Yuuto blushed.

With Daisuke’s help, the parfait was finished within seconds, and he was still complaining about being hungry. He put his arms over the two girls and said, “Ladies, would you be kind to accompany me to the bar?”

Yuuto watched them as they waddled away, with Daisuke still hugging both of them.

“Hasabe-kun is really great…” Midori said and Yuuto suddenly realized he was now alone with her. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do or say, so he just grabbed his glass of water and gulped.

“You seem like really good friends. How long have you known Hasabe-kun?” she asked.

He smiled sheepishly. “Um… when I was eight…”

“Really? That’s a long time.” She was rather impressed.

“I… fell from a tree and hurt my foot,” Yuuto told her. “He carried me home on his back…”

What Yuuto didn’t tell her was that three kids who were bullying him everyday in school chased him one afternoon to a large tree, making him climb up. He couldn’t get down and started crying. They were laughing at him and throwing sticks and stones at him. Daisuke suddenly showed up and drove them away. He was sure they were throwing stones at a cat and was surprised to raise his head and see a weeping child up on the branch.

“You can go down now, they’ve already left,” he called up to the boy.

Yuuto cried softly and didn’t make a move. Daisuke didn’t give up and continued to prompt the boy to come down. Eventually he climbed up and sat next to Yuuto.

“I’m Hasabe Daisuke, I’m eight. What’s your name?”

“I see you’re in my school…” Daisuke continued, looking at Yuuto’s school uniform. “Are you in first grade?”

Yuuto shook his head, but still didn’t speak. His crying stopped, but he was still sniffling. Daisuke started rocking himself on the tree trunk, trying to see how far he could bend backwards. Yuuto grabbed onto him, stopping him.

“What, are you worried I will fall?”

Yuuto nodded, looking at him with big, tearful brown eyes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fall.” Daisuke smiled.

He bent backwards again, until he could see behind Yuuto’s back and the name tag that was attached to the back of his large schoolbag.

“Yuu-chan,” he said. “You’re called Yuu-chan~”

Yuuto’s mother carefully wrote his nickname with big katakana and hiragana letters. She wrote it with a black marker on a white card and attached it to the school bag when he was still a first grader. Above it she also wrote his full surname and given name in kanji, in much smaller strokes. Daisuke couldn’t read it.

“It’s getting dark…” Daisuke said. “Don’t you need to get home?”

Yuuto shifted his eyes from Daisuke back to the ground and the tears started to well up again. “I… can’t…” he sniffled.

“Woah!” Daisuke turned around sharply to face the smaller boy, sticking his head in Yuuto’s face. “You can speak!”

Daisuke then jumped down from the tree and stood up, raising his arms up. “Just jump, Yuu-chan! It’s not that high! Come on, I’ll catch you!”

Yuuto shook his head violently, his nails digging holes in the wood.

Daisuke climbed up again, but instead of coming to sit next to the boy again, he just hugged the brunch with his right arm. “Just do what I do… hug the tree…” He reached out his free hand to Yuuto.

Yuuto mustered some courage and crawled over to the tree trunk. He then hugged it tight with both hands. Daisuke guided the boy’s leg, gave him more instructions and leaped down. Yuuto attempted to get down the way Daisuke explained, but suddenly his foot missed a step and he fell down with a thud and sprained his ankle.

That was his embarrassing first encounter with Daisuke, Yuuto thought with a shy smile.

“Kaname-kun?” Midori’s voiced brought him back to the present. “You spaced out.”

“I’m sorry.”


Daisuke kept the girls entertained. It wasn’t a difficult task, but he didn’t derive as much fun as he would have just two weeks before. Maybe he really turned gay, he pondered. Between flirting with the girls and eating on the bar, he threw sideways glances at Yuuto and his girl. They seemed to be chatting away which was a vast improvement on Yuuto’s side. Daisuke didn’t think he’s ever seen Yuuto talk so lively to anyone else but his family and maybe Akira too. But when he noticed Yuuto was also genuinely smiling at her, he felt his stomach sinking. Weren’t Yuuto’s smiles always saved exclusively for him?

Like an alpha male whose territory had been trod upon, Daisuke grabbed his drink and made his way back to the table, the two girls tugging behind him, looking at him with star-struck eyes.

He sat down, leaning back on the padded sofa and took a loud sip from his drink, watching the two giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

Yuuto, still smiling, turned to look at him. “I was just telling Midori about the time in middle school… when we were lost in Kyoto on the school trip and you started collecting charity from people on the street… do you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember that trip. When you got carsick and puked in the bus…”

Yuuto frowned at him, “Well thanks for reminding me that part.”

Daisuke didn’t think about it thoroughly, but he still felt a sense of relief that Yuuto was talking about him. It was a sort of reassurance he was still the center of Yuuto’s little universe. He felt weird having these thoughts and quickly pushed them aside. After all, Yuuto wasn’t the center of his life, and though he was manipulating the boy’s time and attention to his pleasure, if any of his Shinjuku friends called, he would leave everything and go party without a second thought or a moment’s hesitation.

~*~

Daisuke arrived at home at late noon. His mother was stamping her foot in front of him. “Why didn’t you call?”

“I forgot,” he admitted. “We went out to eat.”

“I don’t like that you’re staying away from home all the time. It’s one thing if you were going to cram school…”

Daisuke made a face. He didn’t want to have that conversation again.

“Your teacher called me. He said you’ve suddenly quit the club yesterday. Is that true?”

“So that’s what it’s about…” he muttered. “Yeah, I did.”

“But why? He said you were just as good as the third years, he was going to put you in the regulars this year…” she relayed.

“I got bored.” He shrugged.

“You always do that. Starting a new club every year, is everything boring to you? Can’t you be a little more serious?” She raised her voice, clearly annoyed with him.

“Don’t think I’ll join a club this year… I should study more,” he said gravely.

She eyed him suspiciously. “I gave birth to you, I know you just want to have more time to play at the arcade.”

Before he could react she continued, “How would you like to try out showbiz? I still have connections and you are tall and handsome… you won’t be bored if you had a job like that, would you?”

“Dad would never agree to that…” Daisuke turned his back to her. “And anyway, I’m good where I am.”

Akiko sighed. She knew her son was right. After all, she had to give up her budding idol career after her marriage, as it didn’t sit well with the image her husband wanted to project.

Daisuke excused himself and went to his room. He spread on his bed and took out his mobile phone. He received yet another email from a friend, but didn’t bother to open it. Suddenly his phone started ringing. Yoshimura was on the line.

“I heard you enjoyed yourself in Tachibana’s bar,” he said.

“Yeah, it was fun… although I didn’t spend too much time there.” Daisuke smirked.

“You sure learn fast, school boy.”

“I guess I have good teachers…” Daisuke retorted.

“There’s a hot party tonight at the club Tachibana works for. It’s every last weekend of the month. Do you wanna come with us?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I do.” Daisuke sat up in his bed. “What time?”

“Be here at 9 and we’ll arrange an entrance for you. Maybe you should nap before…” Yoshimura let out a short laugh. “It will end way past your bedtime.”

“Don’t worry, I can think of ways to keep myself awake.” Daisuke wasn’t daunted by his friend’s digs.

“I’ll see you tonight then. Oh and don’t overdress, it’s going to be hot inside.”


“Who were you talking to?” His mom showed up in his room.

He sighed. This was getting annoying.

“A friend. We’re going out for a party.” He shrugged.

“What party? Where?” she asked.

“What’s with all the questions? I’m not a little kid… it’s Friday night and I’m going out to party!” Daisuke frowned.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone!”

“Then don’t bother me with tiresome questions. It’s just some school party.”

“Your head is full of parties all year long. I don’t know what to do with you anymore!” She glowered and left the room.

“Finally…” he sighed. He felt a strong craving for a smoke, but he couldn’t risk getting caught smoking at home, he would never hear the end of it.

He just lay back on his bed. Maybe taking a nap was the best advice he’s gotten that day.

~*~

Choosing what to wear for the party was easy. Daisuke never paid much attention to his clothes. In his humble opinion, he could even make rags look good and it seemed everyone else also thought he could. He chose to wear tight faded denim and a black tank top that brought out his chest muscles. He also wore an unbuttoned long-sleeved white shirt over the top, to spare himself from a "You'll catch a cold" lecture from his dear overly worried mother.

After getting dressed, Daisuke leaned in to have a closer look at his face in the mirror. At the very least, his dear overly worried mother had given him great genes. He slapped both hands on his cheeks with a little bit of aftershave, even though he didn’t actually have any need to shave, his mustache grew soft and very slow.

In the next phase of his preparation, he decorated himself, hanging a necklace over his neck. Other than the barbell piercing in his left eyebrow, he only had piercings on his ears, one ring on the right, and three studs in the left earlobe as well as one helix piercing on the same ear. He replaced the first stud in his earlobe with a small silver ring. Now it was time for the harder part, blow drying his hair and fixing every strand in the rightful place. It was a daily ritual, but it took too long.
His mother caught him on his way out and made him wear a coat.

~*~

Daisuke arrived at the den shortly before the time they had set for the meeting. The small apartment was swarmed with men Daisuke didn’t recognize. They all seemed to know who he was, however.

“Hey, you made it!” Yoshimura cleared a path between the people and headed towards Daisuke. He gave him a lingering kiss and smirked. “You look hot as usual.”

“Is it always so crowded here on Fridays?” Daisuke asked.

“Only when there’s a hot party in Tachi’s club.”

“Hey hey, where’s the High Schooler?” Tachibana approached them.

Daisuke was surprised Tachibana was dressed simply in casual neutral colored clothes and not in anything fancy in bright pink or orange.

“Mmmm hmm…” Tachibana licked his lips as he checked out Daisuke from head to toe. “I’ve got just the right thing for you…” he said and gripped Daisuke’s wrist, dragging him to his room.

He searched through a pile of clothes on the bed and drew out a red choker. “There it is!”

Daisuke eyed the choker suspiciously. “Dog collar?”

“It will look sexy on you,” Tachibana assured him. “Lean over.”

Daisuke bowed, allowing Tachibana to buckle the collar over his neck. Tachibana whistled and Daisuke turned around to look at the mirror. “To be honest, it doesn’t do it for me,” he said.

“Ah, you’re just a kid.” Tachibana dismissed him with a hand wave. “What do you know?”

“So, am I your dog, or what?” Daisuke asked, touching the collar as he checked himself in the mirror.

“You’re my puppy~”

“You look more like a puppy than I do.” Daisuke chuckled.

“You’re a big puppy.” Tachibana puckered his lips. “Anyway, a little briefing before we hit the club. Don’t tell anyone who works there your real age. The owner is not as friendly as Master. Also he might try to recruit you, you have to be careful.”

“Fine, fine…” Daisuke didn’t give his warnings much thought. “Anything else?”

“Try to stay close to Taka-san, so you won’t get lost.”

“Don’t worry, I never get lost.” Daisuke tugged on his collar. “I’m a big puppy aren’t I?”

“Are you ready, girls?” It was Satou asking, perking his head in the doorway.

~*~

Daisuke walked behind Yoshimura and Tachibana. He soon learned that the apartment was packed because Tachibana got everyone a discount.

They stopped in front of the dazzling entrance of the club, which was named, quite appropriately, The Jack Off.

It was lit up with a string of lights that looked like Christmas lights no one bothered to take off since December. Men were already lined up and Daisuke was about to stand in line with them, when Yoshimura grabbed his coat’s sleeve.

“We’re going from the VIP entrance.” He pointed to the alley where Tachibana and the others were headed to. Daisuke followed them to a back door. He looked around the room he entered. It looked like a waiting room at a clinic. There was nothing spectacular as he had imagined. The guys took off their coats and put them inside lockers. Daisuke did the same.

Tachibana grabbed his attention by pulling on his sleeve. “I’m going to the dressing room. Try to be at the front row, next to the aisle is the best, okay?”

Daisuke nodded and followed Yoshimura and the others to the main room. The moment he passed through the screen to the club itself, his breath was taken away.

The club was rather large and dark, with disco lights flickering in red, blue and purple. Quiet music was playing as the D.J was checking out the sound system.

Very few people were allowed inside but it was already filled with cigarettes smoke. Daisuke noticed the stage with the aisle that came out of it like a fashion catwalk. When he turned his head to the other side, he spotted the large U shaped bar. It was much bigger than the traditional styled Afterglow. He wondered if he could get away with fetching a drink.

“Better catch a good spot.” Yoshimura pulled him to the front of the stage.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there…” Daisuke said and headed for the bar.

Some of the guys from the den were already there, smoking and drinking. He took out his Seven Stars pack and drew a cigarette. He shoved his pack again into his back pocket and then lit it up. He reached the bar and leaned in with his elbows, holding the cigarette gracefully, and gave his most charming teeth-flashing smile to the nearest bartender. The man was busy polishing a glass, but Daisuke grabbed his attention quickly.

“How can I help you?” he asked and added, “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

Daisuke smiled, “I follow the good parties.”

“You look young… where are you from?” The bartender asked, but didn’t request any identity tag.

Was it that easy to sneak in?

“I’m in Tachibana’s class,” Daisuke said. He then remembered Tachibana was older than the others and maybe he wasn’t even in university with them. The truth was, he really didn’t know much about Tachibana or anyone else he met in the den. After all, he only met them less than 2 weeks before.

But it seemed to have worked. “Ahh, Tachi’s friend. What would you like to drink?” the bartender asked, moving closer to Daisuke.

Daisuke was so surprised he succeeded in eliciting a drink that he forgot he had no clue what kind of alcoholic beverage existed and what would be considered good.

“Um, just beer…” he mumbled.

“Which one would you like?” The bartender asked with a crooked smile, resting his hands on the counter.

Daisuke wondered if the guy realized he was a minor, but decided to play along and just flow with it. He kept on his most seductive smile and said softly, “The kind you like best.” He lightly touched the bartender’s backhand with his finger.

“I’ll be right with you, sir…” the bartender applied with a grin and turned his back on Daisuke.

It took a few moments, during which Daisuke tapped nervously with his fingers on the counter. Finally the barman put a big, fizzy glass of beer in front of him, slipping his business card with it. “This is on the house, for Tachi’s friend.” He winked at him.

Daisuke beamed at him, he leaned over and smacked a kiss on the surprised man’s lips. “Thanks for the beer,” he said and waved the business card with a mischievous smile, before pushing it in his back pocket and walking away.

The music grew louder as people started to flow in from the main entrance. Daisuke rushed to catch his spot with Yoshimura and the others. He couldn’t wait to take a sip from his hard earned beer.

He was about to drink, when Yoshimura yanked it from his hands. “How did you get this?”

“Hey, my beer!” Daisuke frowned and tried to get it back. “Give it back!”

Yoshimura laughed and took a swig before returning it to Daisuke. “Next time bring some for your friends too!”

Daisuke finally tasted the forbidden liquid. It was good in an unexpected way. They were now swamped with people that kept pouring in. The smoke in the air leveled up and the music was just a little louder than the tumult near the stage.

They started dancing to the music, bodies smacking against each other. Daisuke couldn’t finish the beer and passed it on to one of the guys.

“Here…” Yoshimura gave him a joint. “This will make you feel good.”

Daisuke’s head already felt light from the beer, but he still put the joint in his mouth and allowed Yoshimura to light it for him. He was dancing and smoking and getting hot. Men were rubbing themselves against him. He couldn’t really see anyone’s faces in the darkness. Between the red and blue colors, sometimes a white flashing light illuminated the crowd briefly.

The music got louder and became almost deafening. Suddenly the crowd started squealing and whistling. Daisuke wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could see four mostly naked men, wearing nothing but briefs, boots and a police hat dancing on the stage. The crowd was going wild for them and they each stood at a different corner of the stage and started shaking their booties and coiling their bodies. Everyone in the front rows was raising their hands, as if trying to touch the gods who were coming down to earth.

Some announcer spoke, but Daisuke nor anyone else paid any attention. Everyone around him was screaming and whistling. The two boys dancing on the isle moved closer to one another and started rubbing off at each other, flexibly lowering their bodies to the floor, one on top of the other, and to the roars and cheers of the audience began making mock coital torso movements.

Daisuke watched them with fascination. Their slithery movements were perfect and coordinated down to the beat with the song playing. He felt hot watching them and removed his top shirt, tying it around his waist. He continued dancing, moving with the people around him, inhaling more smoke and pot, all the while keeping his eyes on the dancers on stage.

The music changed to a more bouncy tune and more people took the chance to bump against him and feel him up. Daisuke thought it was like getting molested on the packed train, except it wasn’t by some perverted middle-aged salary man that likely kept school girls underwear in his bag to sniff during his bathroom break.

Normally, Daisuke would have turned around to punch the pervert, but now he twirled around to join his loins with whoever it was who shoved his hands from behind. Even if the room wasn’t so darkened, his mind was too foggy to be able to see anything. Perhaps for the first time in his young life, he understood the meaning of being intoxicated. He didn’t want the night to end.

The crowd screamed again, the announcer asked everyone to throw their hands up and they did as they were told. Suddenly two women, drag queens, entered the stage to the cheers of the people. They were covered in sprinkling gold sequins and looked like they just emerged from the Nile in ancient Egypt, with the same traditional crown and Cleaopatra kind of hair. They were singing, most likely a playback, and went to dance with the two go go boys on the far corners of the main stage.

After some catering to the audience on the margins of the backstage, they moved to the front center, to the catwalk, showing off smooth, tanned bodies. The crowd went wild again, and Daisuke was pushed against the stage.

The queens were now dancing with the go go boys on the catwalk, rubbing their fake boobs against the glistening naked skin of the dancing men. Some excited viewers in the audience tried to get on the stage, to touch the rim of one queen’s gown, but they were pushed back down.

Daisuke looked amazed at the show; he had already forgotten to dance, when suddenly the short drag queen gestured at him with the index finger.

The men next to him squealed as the gaudy Cleopatra made her move towards them. She leaned down and continued gesturing with her hand. Daisuke wasn’t sure she meant him, until someone smacked his shoulder, pushing him against the stage.

He climbed the stage and someone pulled away his white shirt, he turned around to try and catch it but the queen diverted his attention, turning his face to her with her finger. The men in the audience cheered him on and he started adjusting his movement to her body. She pulled him by his dog collar in for a kiss, and the audience roared. Only then did Daisuke realize the drag queen was actually Tachibana. He was taller with heels.

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