( well, it’s sex, and considering how incentivized it is here, do they really need to be all that convincing? given how makoto had been living the last few months of his life prior to being brought here, he had rather enjoyed lapsing into the ease of not being expected to entertain multiple clients a day—well, you know, besides whatever wild escapades he might have gotten into since arriving in the resort, though they were relatively few and far between. they were also choices that makoto had made, individuals he had decided to take an interest in… given the fact that datenshou handles his schedule, it’s been the first time he’s had any choice in who he slept with since—J.
it’s why, despite the annoyances that come with living in this place, makoto still thinks he prefers his time here than to his time in hell. their desires and urges might be pushed and pulled, but the choices they make are ultimately their own. makoto likes that. having had so much taken away from him, he is both jealous and proud of everything he is and the choices he makes for himself.
if kazuya is embracing that as well… makoto would be happy for him. though, really, it sounds instead like he just keeps letting a truck back over him.
makoto starts to cringe away a little bit as kazuya works through what he means; the tips of his ears burn bright red, embarrassed. he’s about to take it back with a fumbling explanation before kazuya interrupts him with… more inexplicable bullshit. makoto turns sharply to face him, asking, ) What do you mean, “doesn’t make a mess?”
( yes, kazuya! his blood makes a mess, like normal blood does!!! what on earth is up with your weird demon king body this time!!
he ends up slumping, appreciative yet somewhat… defeated, in a weird way. ) … Thank you.
( they cross the resort to the portion of the complex where the stores are concentrated: the Nest. ignorant of kazuya’s sugar mommy situation (smh), he begins to wander in the direction of the more budget-conscious clothing boutiques—the clothes there were not as extravagant and not made of as fine of materials as others, but they’d seemed normal and suitable enough to makoto. )
cw: underage prostitution mention
( well, it’s sex, and considering how incentivized it is here, do they really need to be all that convincing? given how makoto had been living the last few months of his life prior to being brought here, he had rather enjoyed lapsing into the ease of not being expected to entertain multiple clients a day—well, you know, besides whatever wild escapades he might have gotten into since arriving in the resort, though they were relatively few and far between. they were also choices that makoto had made, individuals he had decided to take an interest in… given the fact that datenshou handles his schedule, it’s been the first time he’s had any choice in who he slept with since—J.
it’s why, despite the annoyances that come with living in this place, makoto still thinks he prefers his time here than to his time in hell. their desires and urges might be pushed and pulled, but the choices they make are ultimately their own. makoto likes that. having had so much taken away from him, he is both jealous and proud of everything he is and the choices he makes for himself.
if kazuya is embracing that as well… makoto would be happy for him. though, really, it sounds instead like he just keeps letting a truck back over him.
makoto starts to cringe away a little bit as kazuya works through what he means; the tips of his ears burn bright red, embarrassed. he’s about to take it back with a fumbling explanation before kazuya interrupts him with… more inexplicable bullshit. makoto turns sharply to face him, asking, ) What do you mean, “doesn’t make a mess?”
( yes, kazuya! his blood makes a mess, like normal blood does!!! what on earth is up with your weird demon king body this time!!
he ends up slumping, appreciative yet somewhat… defeated, in a weird way. ) … Thank you.
( they cross the resort to the portion of the complex where the stores are concentrated: the Nest. ignorant of kazuya’s sugar mommy situation (smh), he begins to wander in the direction of the more budget-conscious clothing boutiques—the clothes there were not as extravagant and not made of as fine of materials as others, but they’d seemed normal and suitable enough to makoto. )