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“I’ve realized… I can only get hard for femboys now…”
Antonio said this through streaming tears, full of grief, to Lovino, who was sitting beside him on his bed.
“Hah!? You called me all the way to your place just to tell me that!? I’m leaving!” Lovino exploded, his face flushed scarlet with rage as he shot up from Antonio’s bed and tried to leave—
“Nooo!” Antonio cried, throwing his arms around Lovino’s waist to stop him. “Please, Lovi, you’re the only person I can talk to about this. Don’t abandon meeee.”
“What the hell does that have to do with me!?” Lovino struggled in his hold, his face burning as he shouted, “You could tell Francis or Gilbert about this kind of thing, couldn’t you!?”
“Eh, no way,” Antonio said, looking terribly wronged. “If I told them, they’d laugh themselves to death. Besides, you’re my best friend, Lovi. Telling you this is proof that I trust you!”
“Why do you have to tell me!? I don’t want to know about your weird kinks!”
“Because I want Lovi to wear girls’ clothes for me!” Antonio said excitedly, his eyes sparkling.
“Hah!?”
Lovino stared at Antonio in disbelief. “A-Are you serious, bastardo!? There’s no way I’m doing something like that!”
“Eh, but…” Antonio looked pitiful as he began rummaging through the wardrobe beside the bed. He searched and searched, and in the blink of an eye, pulled out a risqué maid outfit. “I already bought the clothes, Lovi. If you don’t agree, won’t my money go to waste?”
“What the hell does that have to do with me!? You pervert!” Lovino was so furious he looked ready to breathe fire. Taking advantage of Antonio’s distraction, he bolted toward the door.
He made it.
Antonio actually did not stop him.
Lovino could not help showing the smile of a man who had survived disaster as he grabbed Antonio’s doorknob and pulled—
It would not open.
What the hell!?
He turned around.
Antonio stood behind him, smiling sweetly as he took out a ring of keys and showed it to Lovino.
“I guessed Lovi might try to run away, so I locked the door ahead of time. All right,” he said, stuffing the keys back into his pants pocket and walking toward Lovino with the maid outfit in his arms. “Don’t run away. Don’t be scared, Lovi. Be good and put on the skirt.”
“N-No, nooooooo—!” Lovino screamed, staring in horror at Antonio as he approached him. His legs went weak, and he slid down against the door, collapsing onto the floor.
“Come here, Lovi,” Antonio lowered his voice, coaxing him softly as he knelt beside Lovino and set the maid outfit down. Then his hands began to unbutton Lovino’s shirt.
One button after another came undone beneath Antonio’s fingers.
Lovino clutched desperately at his own clothes, putting up a weak resistance, but he was no match for Antonio’s strength. At that moment, Lovino regretted everything. Why had he worn a shirt that could be taken off so easily by someone else? If only he had worn a T-shirt or something. At least then Antonio would have had a harder time stripping him than this.
Thinking that, Lovino let out a small sob, helplessly watching as Antonio removed his shirt and began pulling at his pants.
“No, no,” Lovino whimpered, yanking hard at his own waistband, but he still failed to stop Antonio from taking his pants off completely.
“Come on, time to change into the maid outfit, Lovi.” Antonio smiled with narrowed eyes as he slipped the dress over Lovino’s head.
With great patience, he helped Lovino put on the skirt, restraining his resisting arms and guiding them through the sleeves—though calling them sleeves was generous, since they were really only two thin straps. Then, from God only knew where, he produced a pair of white stockings and began rolling them up Lovino’s legs one by one. Lovino fought him with everything he had, of course—kicking, twisting, cursing through his teeth—but Antonio’s strength was impossible to match. In the end, he was forced down onto the floor, flushed with humiliation, while Antonio patiently drew the stockings over his feet and up his calves as though dressing him were the most natural thing in the world. Then he lifted Lovino up and set him on his feet, smoothing the skirt down with his hands.
At last, he looked at Lovino in satisfaction.
Lovino’s face was red. His ears were red too. Tears born from humiliation trembled at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. His pale chest was half exposed, and although he was flat, the fabric over his chest still gathered him together in a way that made him look unbearably cute. Below that was his narrow waist, outlined by the dress, and beneath the skirt—so short it barely covered him—were his soft, pale thighs.
Antonio looked at Lovino like this and was almost moved to tears.
He placed both hands on Lovino’s shoulders and said, “Ahh, that’s it. That’s exactly it. This is my ideal femboy, Lovi. As expected, you really are perfect—!”
Lovino suddenly headbutted the intoxicated Antonio.
“What the hell are you saying, bastardo!? I-I’m taking this damn thing off—”
He grabbed at the skirt with both hands, trying to pull it off, but Antonio stopped him.
“You can’t, Lovi,” Antonio said with an earnest expression. “After all the trouble of putting it on, how could you take it off?”
Lovino rolled his eyes furiously. “Because I didn’t want to wear it in the first place, bastardo!”
“Eh, but Lovi like this is super cute—” Antonio said, gently wrapping his arms around Lovino and stroking his head.
“W-What—!?” Lovino blushed in Antonio’s arms, as if he could not believe what he had just heard. “I-Is it really cute, bastardo…”
“It’s really cute,” Antonio lowered his head and said beside Lovino’s ear. “Super cute. So cute I can’t stand it. The cutest. The cutest in the whole world. See? Looking at Lovino like this… I even got hard.”
Lovino let out a scream like a boiling kettle. He glanced downward and immediately saw that Antonio’s pants had been tented up by his erection. The moment he realized what he was looking at, he shrieked again.
“Goddammit, you perverted bastardo! That’s disgusting!”
“Mhm, exactly. Keep insulting me like that, Lovi. It just makes me even more excited…” Antonio panted, rubbing himself against Lovino’s body.
Lovino struggled violently, flailing both arms.
“W-What the hell, bastardo!? You’re seriously that much of a freak!? Getting more excited because I’m insulting you!? What is wrong with you!?”
“But that’s because Lovi is tempting me,” Antonio said pitifully. “Whose fault is it for wearing something so sexy…”
“This stupido outfit is the one you forced onto me!” Lovino shouted, shoving desperately at Antonio’s chest.
“Mmh, ah, Lovi… I can’t hold back anymore.”
Antonio reached down and pulled off his pants. His cock immediately pressed against Lovino’s stomach.
Lovino stared at it, eyes widening with shock and horror.
“W-What the hell!? Why are you so big!?”
“Hehe, Lovi said I’m big. That makes me happy.”
Antonio buried his face in the hollow of Lovino’s shoulder, breathing in his scent.
Staring at Antonio’s cock, Lovino suddenly realized something horrifying.
“H-Hey…”
His voice trembled. The hand resting against Antonio’s chest trembled too.
“Y-You’re not planning to use that thing to… to have sex with me, are you…?”
“Bingo! Correct answer, Lovi!”
Antonio smiled with narrowed eyes.
“Ahh, as expected of my Lovi. You’re so smart. I mean, if you’re dressed this sexy, it would be weird not to have sex with you, right?”
Lovino let out another horrified scream.
“N-No! Absolutely not! Something that big would break me! I’d die! No, no, absolutely not, you goddamn bastardo!”
“…Then,” Antonio panted, brushing the tip against Lovino’s body, “Lovi… would you do it with your thighs instead? If I come, I won’t insist on using your other hole.”
“Uh… uh…”
Lovino’s mind immediately descended into complete chaos.
Was he really about to have sex with Antonio!?
Antonio was his best friend. His childhood friend. His closest friend from high school.
And now not only had Antonio dragged him over to his apartment to announce the shocking fact that he could apparently only get hard for femboys now, but he had also forced him into a slutty maid outfit and was trying to have sex with him!?
B-But Antonio said he wouldn’t penetrate him if they used his thighs…
That deal actually sounded… kind of reasonable…
Besides, judging by the atmosphere, having sex with Antonio felt almost inevitable at this point. There was no way to escape.
A-And honestly…
If he absolutely had to do it with Antonio…
It wasn’t completely impossible…
Antonio was handsome, after all. He was huge. He had muscles too…
No, what the hell was he thinking!?
Antonio watched several expressions pass across Lovino’s face in rapid succession.
Finally, with his eyes squeezed shut, Lovino spoke in a tiny voice.
“F-Fine. We’ll do it with my thighs, you disgusting freak… bastardo… this is so gross…”
Antonio immediately let out a cheer and wrapped his arms around Lovino’s neck.
“Thank you, Lovi!”
Then he grinned excitedly.
“In that case, Lovi, turn around and lean against the full-length mirror for me, okay?”
“Hah!? Why the mirror!? You really are the biggest pervert alive.”
Even while muttering that, Lovino obediently walked over to the mirror beside Antonio’s wardrobe and leaned against it.
The moment he did, however, he regretted it.
Until now, he had never really seen what he looked like.
But now—
There he was.
Wearing a revealing maid outfit.
Flushed cheeks.
Bare chest.
Exposed thighs.
His cowlick might as well have turned into a heart.
And seeing the way Antonio looked at him—hungry, desperate, completely captivated—had only made his erection stand even higher beneath the skirt.
Goddammit.
Why do I look this cute!?
I practically look like a real girl…
Damn it…
“Ahh, yes. Exactly like that, Lovi…”
Standing behind him, Antonio never once took his eyes off Lovino’s slightly raised backside.
Slowly, he reached out and began caressing Lovino’s soft ass through the skirt. Even through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the softness beneath his palms.
That only made him even more excited.
His gaze drifted to Lovino’s soft thighs beneath the skirt.
Slowly, carefully, he slid his cock between them.
Antonio immediately felt soft, springy warmth surrounding him.
Lovino’s thighs squeezed against his length.
When he pushed fully between them, his cock brushed against Lovino’s own.
Feeling Lovino twitch from the stimulation, Antonio couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh.
“W-What the hell are you laughing at, bastardo!?”
Lovino shouted furiously, deliberately tightening his thighs.
“Ah—ah, sorry, Lovi! I didn’t mean to laugh!”
Antonio panted.
“It’s just… you’re way too cute… I couldn’t help it…”
Holding Lovino’s hips, Antonio began thrusting between his thighs.
Every movement made his hips smack against Lovino’s soft backside.
Like a dog in heat, he moved frantically back and forth.
“Lovi… Lovi, Lovi… Lovi, you’re so cute… I like you so much… I love you, Lovi…”
Antonio moaned, blushing as he lowered his head near Lovino’s ear, making sure every sound reached him clearly.
“D-Damn it, you perverted bastardo!”
Lovino suddenly clenched his thighs tighter around Antonio’s cock and rubbed the tip with his palm.
“Ah—L-Lovi, why all of a sudden!?”
“Because I want you to hurry up and come, idiota!”
Lovino would never admit that the friction between their cocks was affecting him too.
Grinding his teeth, he used the same motions he normally used when pleasuring himself, teasing Antonio’s sensitive tip with moving fingers.
“Ahh, I can’t, Lovi… t-too much…”
Antonio’s loud panting filled Lovino’s ears.
Listening to it only stirred Lovino’s own arousal further.
So he wrapped one hand around both of their cocks and began stroking them together.
Damn it.
Damn it.
How could fooling around with Antonio feel this good…?
If he actually let Antonio put it inside him…
Would it feel even better…?
Wait.
What the hell am I thinking!?
Lovino’s face immediately turned bright red. Without thinking, he tightened his grip, causing both him and Antonio to let out heavy breaths.
“D-Don’t squeeze so hard, Lovi…” Antonio complained softly beside Lovino’s ear. “Let’s take it easy, okay? Here…”
As he spoke, Antonio placed his hand over Lovino’s and guided it, moving their cocks together in slow strokes.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The sensation was overwhelming. Lovino began trembling beneath Antonio, unable to stop himself.
Sensing that Lovino was getting close, Antonio let out a quiet laugh. One arm remained wrapped around Lovino’s waist while the hand stroking them both gradually sped up.
“That’s it… that’s it, Lovi. Just like that… Let’s come together…” he murmured. “You’re such a good boy. So cute. The cutest, mmh♡”
“Ahh…”
Hearing Antonio call him cute, Lovino squeezed his eyes shut. Tears born purely from physical pleasure spilled from the corners of his eyes.
At the same moment, he and Antonio came together.
Their release splattered across the mirror, leaving pale streaks on the glass.
Slowly, Lovino opened his eyes.
He looked at himself and Antonio reflected in the mirror.
From this angle, the lower half of his body was partially obscured by the mess they had left on the glass.
Yet somehow, that half-hidden appearance only made him look even more like a cute girl.
“B-Bastardo…” Lovino sniffled.
He drove his elbow backward, hitting Antonio hard.
“That’s enough, right!? Hurry up and let me go already…”
“Eh? Not yet, Lovi. I haven’t finished yet.”
Antonio’s voice sounded light and cheerful despite his fake complaint.
Lovino immediately twisted around and glared at him.
“What the hell are you talking about, idiot!? Didn’t you already come!? What, do you get amnesia every time you orgasm!?”
“I was done once,” Antonio said pitifully. “But then I looked at post-orgasm Lovi and got hard again.”
As he spoke, he rubbed himself lightly against Lovino’s thigh.
Lovino glanced down.
Sure enough, Antonio was fully erect again.
He immediately let out a shriek.
“What the hell!? You got hard again right after coming!? Are you some kind of sex-crazed idiota!? Che cazzo!”
“Well, whose fault is it for dressing up like this and tempting me?” Antonio complained, tightening his arms around Lovino.
“I told you already! You’re the one who put me in this stupid dress in the first place—!”
Lovino exploded.
His attention slipped for only a moment.
And Antonio immediately took advantage of it.
Slowly, his fingers began rubbing against Lovino’s entrance.
The moment Lovino realized what he was doing, he threw himself backward, trying to headbutt Antonio.
Antonio dodged it effortlessly.
“Don’t headbutt me, Lovi. We have to do proper foreplay or it’ll hurt.”
As he spoke, Antonio reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
Then he began squeezing some onto his hand.
The moment Lovino saw the bottle, he let out a sound of pure despair.
“Y-You planned this from the beginning, didn’t you!? You already decided you were going to fuck me, you bastardo—!”
“My, my, Lovi is so smart,” Antonio said with a cheerful smile.
One of his fingers, slick with lubricant, slipped inside Lovino. His finger moved deftly, searching for that sensitive spot inside him.
“N-No, you bastardo…” Tears spilled down Lovino’s cheeks. “T-This is assault! Seduction! Do you understand!?”
“Eh? I don’t think so,” Antonio replied innocently.
Watching Lovino’s reflection in the mirror, he lifted his free hand to Lovino’s face and gently wiped away his tears.
“Lovi and I are obviously in love with each other, aren’t we? I’ve known for a long time that Lovi likes me♡ And I’m deeply, deeply in love with Lovi too. We’re about to become one through love, so cheer up a little, okay? Don’t cry.”
Lovino stared at Antonio’s smiling reflection in disbelief.
“T-That’s impossible! H-How do you know I like you, you perverted bastardo!? N-No, wait! I don’t like you at all, you perverted bastardo!”
“Aww~ Even now, Lovi is still being stubborn. That’s so cute~”
Antonio laughed.
Then he pressed lightly against the spot he had found inside Lovino.
The sensation immediately stole the words from Lovino’s mouth.
“Mmgh… ahh…”
Lovino trembled violently.
One hand slapped against the mirror for support as the stimulation left him unable to speak.
“Maybe I should make Lovi come first,” Antonio mused in that sweet, innocent voice of his. “I wonder if Lovi can climax from this on his first time. I’m so excited to find out~”
The words were so shameless that Lovino wanted to headbutt him.
He wanted to yell at him.
Bite him.
Hit him.
But Antonio’s fingers moving inside him made his legs shake uncontrollably.
His entire body softened in Antonio’s arms.
He could not even manage the strength to resist.
“I… I hate you…” Lovino finally managed to force the words out through gritted teeth.
“There you go again, saying things you don’t mean.”
Antonio sighed.
Suddenly, his fingers pressed firmly against that sensitive spot inside Lovino.
“You should be saying that you like me the most, right, Lovi?”
As he spoke, his other hand wrapped tightly around Lovino’s length.
“If you won’t say you like me, then I won’t let Lovi come.”
Antonio pouted as he made the childish threat.
“Y-You bastardo… how can you… do something like this…!”
Lovino panted, glaring fiercely at the hand Antonio had wrapped around him.
At this point, the pleasure building inside him was already making him want to grind desperately against Antonio’s hand and chase his release. But Antonio’s grip left him no room to move, holding him firmly in place. The frustration of being unable to reach the finish was unbearable.
Lovino squirmed in Antonio’s arms, twisting restlessly as he muttered a stream of insults under his breath.
“Pervert… bastardo… I hate you…”
Anything, as long as he did not give Antonio the satisfaction of hearing what he wanted.
Watching him struggle like that, Antonio let out a helpless laugh.
“All right, all right. I was only teasing you, Lovi. How could I possibly be that mean to you?”
As he spoke, Antonio loosened his grip slightly.
Then, all at once, both of his hands moved together.
The moment he pressed firmly against Lovino’s most sensitive spots, the sensation crashed over him from every direction at once.
“O-Ahhh—!”
A broken cry escaped Lovino’s throat.
His hips jerked forward sharply.
Then he came.
Antonio finally let go.
The instant the support disappeared, so did what little strength remained in Lovino’s body.
He slid helplessly to the floor, breathing hard.
Small. Shaky. Fragile.
Looking down at him, Antonio smiled.
Then he bent down, gathered Lovino into his arms, and carefully helped him back to his feet.
“There we go. Such a good boy.”
Antonio gently stroked his hair.
“Our little Lovi came so nicely, didn’t he? You’re just too cute… How can you possibly be this cute? I love you. I love you so much…”
“Ugh… ugh… bastardo…”
The humiliation alone would have been bad enough.
Being comforted so tenderly afterward somehow made it even worse.
Before he knew it, tears were spilling down Lovino’s cheeks again.
He kept rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.
“D-Damn it… I hate you… I hate you the most…”
“Aww, I’m sorry. My fault, okay, Lovi?”
Antonio’s voice softened immediately.
“There, there. Easy. Easy. I like you the most too.”
Then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Lovino’s head.
Feeling the soft kiss pressed to the top of his head, Lovino stopped sobbing. He immediately covered the spot with both hands and shot Antonio a vicious glare.
Seeing the look on Lovino’s face, Antonio immediately put on a wounded expression.
“Eh? Even getting kissed on the head doesn’t make you happy, Lovi?”
“Of course I’m not happy, bastard!” Lovino shouted furiously. “You’re literally raping me right now!”
“Don’t say it in such an ugly way, Lovi~ We’re joining together through love!” Antonio complained. “In that case, as punishment for my stubborn little maid Lovino, I’m going to put it in directly, okay?♡”
As he spoke, Antonio wrapped a hand around Lovino’s waist, lined himself up with him, and thrust inside.
Lovino’s eyes rolled back instantly. The force of it made his tongue slip from between his lips, and he even came on the spot. Tears born purely from instinct spilled continuously from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Lovino like that, Antonio smiled in delight.
“So cute, Lovi. That broken expression of yours is so unbearably adorable.”
Antonio caressed Lovino’s cheek, gazing at him through the mirror with eyes overflowing with affection. He caught Lovino by the chin and forced him to look directly at their reflection in the full-length mirror.
There stood Lovino with his legs pressed together, both hands braced against the glass. His cheeks were completely flushed. His cock stood proudly beneath the skirt. Antonio stood behind him, his strong body pressed firmly against Lovino’s back. Behind Lovino’s slender waist, part of Antonio’s abdomen was even visible.
As Lovino stared at the reflection in a daze, Antonio suddenly gave a hard thrust.
“Aah—!”
The sound escaped Lovino before he could stop it. If Antonio had not been holding his waist, he would have collapsed immediately.
“So cute, Lovi. Lovi, I love you… Ah, you feel so good inside, Lovi…”
As he spoke, Antonio slid both hands beneath the fabric covering Lovino’s chest and pinched his nipples.
The stimulation made Lovino’s legs tremble uncontrollably.
The pleasure seemed to travel directly from his chest to his brain.
D-Damn it.
How had he never known that having Antonio play with his nipples could feel this good?
“The fact that this feels good too is wonderful, Lovi,” Antonio continued softly beside his ear.
His fingers kept teasing and rolling Lovino’s nipples between them, making Lovino instinctively place his own hands over Antonio’s.
He could not tell whether he was trying to stop him or urging him to do more.
Antonio continued moving his hips while playing with Lovino’s chest.
“N-No… ah… it feels too good… I’m going to become weird… bastard…!”
Lovino lowered his head and panted helplessly.
Antonio’s cock kept brushing against his prostate with every thrust.
Hearing those breathless words only made Antonio smile wider.
“My, my. Is Lovi feeling good?” he asked sweetly. “That’s wonderful. I was worried about what I’d do if Lovi wasn’t enjoying himself. For your very first time using this hole to feel this good already… doesn’t that mean Lovi has a talent for being a girl? After all, if wearing a skirt and getting fucked feels this good, maybe Lovi can’t be a boy anymore, hm?”
“I-I’m a boy, you bastard…!”
Lovino gritted his teeth, desperately trying to cling to the last scraps of his dignity.
The very next second, Antonio gave a hard thrust and pinched one of Lovino’s nipples sharply.
Lovino trembled from the sudden stimulation and climaxed lightly on the spot.
“Why is Lovi always so stubborn?” Antonio sighed. “In that case, if Lovi refuses to say what he really feels, then I won’t move anymore, okay?”
And just like that, Antonio actually stopped.
He stopped moving completely.
He stopped touching Lovino’s nipples too.
The moment the movement inside him ceased, leaving Antonio pressed snugly against his prostate without moving at all, heat immediately spread through Lovino’s entire body.
All he wanted was for Antonio’s cock to slam into him again instead of staying still like this, as if deliberately trying to annoy him.
“Y-You bastardo…!”
Grinding his teeth, Lovino actually began moving his hips on his own, rocking back and forth against Antonio’s cock.
“Wahh, Lovi! You’re being so proactive! I’m so happy…!”
Antonio’s eyes lit up instantly.
He immediately wrapped both arms around Lovino’s waist, thoroughly enjoying the way Lovino was moving against him.
“I-It’s all your fault, damn it… ah…!”
The tip brushed against his prostate again.
Lovino’s knees nearly gave out.
His waist softened instantly, and he collapsed back against Antonio’s chest.
“Y-You bastardo…! Hurry up and move already…!”
“If Lovi doesn’t call me Master, then I’m not moving.”
Antonio immediately returned to teasing him.
“W-What kind of nonsense is that!? I’m never calling you that!”
Lovino shouted, his face bright red.
“But Lovi, aren’t you my little maid right now?” Antonio tilted his head innocently. “A maid is supposed to call her master ‘Master,’ right?”
“Damn it…!”
Only now did Lovino realize that Antonio truly had no intention of moving.
He no longer had the strength to keep rocking his hips either.
Meanwhile, the pleasure building inside him remained frustratingly out of reach, neither rising nor fading away.
Caught between humiliation, frustration, and desperate longing, Lovino finally lowered his head and muttered in a tiny voice,
“M-Master…”
“Hm? Lovi, I couldn’t hear you. Could you say it again?”
“…I-I said I’m calling you Master, you stupid bastardo Master!”
Lovino shouted the words with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
The next instant, Antonio moved again.
“Uwahh—!”
The cry escaped Lovino before he could stop it.
At the sudden sensation, he lost control completely.
The mirror was splattered with moisture.
Now it was covered not only with traces of their earlier release, but with Lovino’s as well.
The moment Lovino realized what had happened, tears immediately welled up in his eyes again.
Using the back of his hand to wipe them away, he sniffled miserably.
“Damn it… this is so embarrassing… you bastardo…”
“It’s not embarrassing at all. It’s unbelievably cute, Lovi.”
Antonio pressed a gentle kiss to Lovino’s cheek and spoke softly beside his ear.
“There, there. I still haven’t finished yet, Lovi.”
His voice remained warm and affectionate.
“Before we rest, let your Master finish first.”
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“If Lovi is my little maid, then shouldn’t he be cleaning me up with his mouth?” Antonio suddenly suggested after coming inside Lovino for the third time.
“W-What the hell…?”
At this point, Lovino no longer had the strength to resist—or even headbutt Antonio. Exhausted, he lay limp in Antonio’s arms, unable to move. Antonio’s release was already leaking out of his stretched entrance, and Lovino felt as though his lower stomach had been completely filled. Hearing Antonio say something so shameless on top of that, all he could do was roll his eyes and mutter weakly,
“Bend over and suck yourself off, you perverted bastard.”
“Lovi is attacking me again~”
Antonio looked deeply wronged.
“Even though I’m your Master, Lovi!”
“Master my ass…”
The moment the words left Lovino’s mouth, Antonio suddenly let go of him.
With a startled sound, Lovino slid helplessly down Antonio’s body and landed on the floor, his legs too weak to support him. His fingers instinctively grabbed at the fabric around Antonio’s calves.
“W-What the hell are you doing all of a sudd—”
Before he could even finish calling him a bastard, Antonio brought himself right up to Lovino’s lips.
“Just give it a little lick, Lovi,” Antonio said with a smile, even brushing the tip lightly against Lovino’s mouth as though giving him a kiss.
“Hell no, I’m not—mmph!”
The instant Lovino opened his mouth to yell, Antonio pushed himself straight inside.
Looking down, Antonio found himself staring into those beautiful amber eyes.
Especially when they looked at him like that.
Furious.
Offended.
Absolutely murderous.
There was something unbearably beautiful about Lovino’s angry glare.
And the fact that the owner of those gorgeous eyes currently had Antonio in his mouth—
Antonio nearly came from that alone.
Biting his lip, brows slightly furrowed, he let out a shaky breath.
“Lovi… honestly. Don’t tempt me like that…”
Lovino immediately responded with a long string of muffled noises that sounded very much like:
“I’m not tempting you, you disgusting perverted bastard!”
His tongue rested stubbornly against Antonio, tasting bitterness, and he had absolutely no intention of cooperating.
The two remained locked in that ridiculous standoff over whether Lovino was going to give him a blowjob or not.
Eventually, Antonio lost the battle against his own self-control.
“Sorry, Lovi… I can’t help it when you look at me like that…!”
With both hands, he grabbed Lovino’s head and pressed it firmly against his hips.
Then he began thrusting into his mouth.
Lovino was forced to breathe in Antonio’s scent.
The realization that Antonio’s scent alone was almost enough to make him climax filled him with equal parts anger and panic.
But what was he supposed to do?
He couldn’t overpower Antonio.
And he certainly couldn’t stop breathing.
“Mmph—! Mmh—!”
Lovino’s hands flailed helplessly through the air before finally finding Antonio’s thighs.
Immediately, he dug his nails into them.
Hard.
As though pouring every ounce of his fury into that grip.
Antonio barely noticed.
The pleasure flooding through him had already drowned out everything else.
Eyes squeezed shut, he kept panting and babbling nonsense between breaths.
“Lovi, I love you…”
“You’re so cute, Lovi…”
“I love you… I love you so much…”
His hips kept moving relentlessly.
The softness of Lovino’s tongue.
The tightness deeper in his throat.
The overwhelming sensation made Antonio’s head spin.
It felt too good.
Far too good.
How could it possibly feel this good?
He felt as though he were turning into a rabbit in the middle of mating season.
Though, to be fair, he probably already was.
Finally, Antonio pressed Lovino’s head firmly against his hips and came.
Warm release spilled deep into Lovino’s throat.
One pulse after another.
Antonio stood there panting for several long moments before finally pulling out.
The second he did, Lovino bent forward and immediately coughed most of it back up.
He lowered his head, breathing helplessly.
The mess dripped onto the collar of his maid outfit.
Antonio knelt beside him.
Looking at the spilled release, he let out a disappointed little sigh.
Then he gently lifted Lovino’s chin.
A few strands of Antonio’s hair clung to Lovino’s flushed cheeks.
His lips were wet.
Although he had spit most of it out, Antonio could tell that some of it had still been swallowed against Lovino’s will.
The sight made him smile with unmistakable satisfaction.
“Good job, Lovi. You did such a good job.”
Antonio cupped his face affectionately.
“Okay, maybe that can’t really be called a proper cleanup blowjob. And yes, you spit most of it out. But you didn’t bite me, did you?”
Then he pressed a soft, innocent kiss against Lovino’s lips.
“I like you the most, Lovi…”
Lovino rolled his eyes weakly.
Still coughing slightly, he lifted a limp fist and thumped Antonio in the chest.
“Shut up, bastardo. I never want to see you again for the rest of my life.”
“There you go again, saying things like that.”
Antonio pouted.
“If Lovi ever tried to leave me, I’d just lock you in my house. You’d only be allowed to see me. Talk to me. Sleep with me. So don’t leave me, Lovi…”
“Weren’t you the one who said you could only get hard for femboys, bastard?” Lovino pinched Antonio’s cheeks. “Once I take this outfit off, I’m not a femboy anymore. I’m just a normal guy. Are you still going to want to have sex with me?”
“Ehehehe…”
Antonio let out a foolish little laugh.
But the moment he noticed the expression on Lovino’s face, he immediately straightened up.
“R-Right. Sorry, Lovi. Actually, that was a lie. I just wanted to see Lovi wear a maid outfit for me.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“The truth is… I only get hard for Lovi. Really. Ever since I met you, I’ve been thinking about you every day when I jerk off…”
Lovino immediately let out a shrill scream, his face turning bright red.
“You—!”
He grabbed Antonio’s cheeks with both hands and shook him violently.
“You were having indecent thoughts about me that early, you unbelievable pervert! You giant freak! Bastardo! Idiota! That’s disgusting!”
“How is that disgusting?” Antonio asked pitifully, looking at him with wounded eyes. “That’s just my pure and innocent love for you, Lovi.”
“Hmph. Hmph.”
Hearing that, Lovino’s eyes suddenly darted to the side.
A thought crossed his mind.
While he and Antonio had been talking, he had recovered quite a bit of his strength.
Which meant…
A little revenge was definitely possible.
The moment that realization hit him, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
A grin that looked positively devilish.
Placing both hands against Antonio’s chest, Lovino shoved him backward.
Antonio had no time to react before he found himself sprawled on the floor.
Tilting his head in confusion, he opened his mouth.
“Why—”
Before he could finish the question, Lovino interrupted him.
“If you love jerking off so much, then if I use my feet instead, you’d still come, right?”
He folded his arms.
“No, actually, you’d probably get even more excited.”
Lovino shook his head dramatically.
“Mio Dio, Antonio. You really are a pervert.”
For several seconds, Antonio simply stared.
Then realization finally hit him.
Lovi.
Lovi was going to use the feet covered by the white stockings that came with the maid outfit to give him a footjob…!?
Lovino lifted one leg, the white stocking hugging his foot, and planted it directly on Antonio’s cock.
Antonio lay on the floor, only able to look up at Lovino by straining his neck. From this angle, he had the strange feeling that he was beneath Lovino, being completely toyed with by him.
This is bad…
At this rate, this is really bad.
“L-Lovi…” Antonio forced out a placating smile and reached up to grab Lovino’s ankle. “C-Can we wait a second…?”
“Hah!?” Lovino’s amber eyes widened. “When I told you to stop earlier, did you stop!?”
He kicked Antonio’s hand away and pressed down even harder.
“So why the hell would I stop now, idiota, idiota—!”
As he spoke, Lovino began rubbing the sole of his foot up and down.
Feeling himself being stroked through the slippery fabric of the stocking while simultaneously being pinned beneath a maid-dressed Lovino, Antonio immediately blushed and let out a shaky breath.
The very next second, Lovino planted his other foot on Antonio’s stomach.
“No enjoying yourself, bastardo. This is supposed to be a punishment!”
“Ahh, no… Lovi…”
Antonio could feel the pressure on his abdomen while Lovino’s other foot continued moving relentlessly.
Watching Antonio grow more and more breathless, Lovino could not help smiling.
“My, my. Getting excited because a guy dressed like a girl is stepping on you?” He placed a hand over his mouth and laughed mockingly. “You really are a perverted bastardo.”
Antonio looked up at him with wet olive-green eyes, like a pitiful puppy.
“T-That’s only because it’s Lovi…”
“Hmph.”
Crossing his arms, Lovino sat down heavily on Antonio’s thigh and began trapping him between both feet.
“I don’t believe that for a second, bastardo. You’d probably get hard for every guy wearing girls’ clothes, wouldn’t you? You’re just a huge femboy-loving pervert. Saying I’m your favorite or whatever—I’m not buying it.”
“It’s true, Lovi…!”
Unable to help himself, Antonio sat up slightly and reached for Lovino’s arm.
“I can only get hard for you, Lovi!”
“Lie back down, idiota!”
Lovino shoved a hand against Antonio’s chest and pushed him flat onto the floor again.
“Did I say you could get up? Experience what it feels like to come while being stepped on!”
His feet continued moving.
Watching those white-stockinged feet repeatedly press against him, Antonio’s entire body trembled with excitement. His thighs began twitching. Tears gathered uncontrollably at the corners of his eyes.
“Ah.”
Seeing Antonio like that, Lovino smiled in satisfaction.
“That’s more like it. Now you know how angry and helpless I felt earlier, you damn bastardo.”
“N-No, actually…” Antonio panted, looking up at him with a blissful smile. “I’m so excited I could die… Being stepped on by Lovi makes me so happy…♡”
“W-What the hell!?” Lovino immediately turned red. “You smooth-talking idiota!”
He glared down at Antonio.
“Well, if you’re enjoying yourself that much, then try this!”
Lovino began teasing him with his toes, repeatedly pressing down and then lifting his foot away before stepping down again.
“Mmh… mmh… I’m so happy, Lovi… I’m gonna come…!”
Antonio rose halfway up, thrusting his hips upward and wrapping his arms around Lovino’s waist.
That was all it took.
He came between Lovino’s white-stockinged feet.
“Damn it. You really are disgusting.”
Lovino clicked his tongue and spread his feet apart, deliberately showing Antonio the mess coating them.
“Besides me, who else would ever let you come between their feet like this? Nobody, right? So if you dare find someone else, dress them up like a girl and force yourself on them, I’ll—I swear I’ll bite your cock clean off!”
“Aww, that punishment is way too harsh, Lovi~”
Antonio puffed out his cheeks dramatically.
Then he smiled.
“But don’t worry. I’m never going to cheat. I’ll only dress Lovi up and have sex with you.”
“W-What do you mean, cheat!?”
Lovino immediately began waving his arms.
“I never agreed to date you in the first place, bastardo!”
“Eh?”
Antonio tilted his head.
A genuinely confused expression appeared on his face.
“I thought after all this, Lovi had already accepted that we were together. Isn’t that how it works?”
He smiled brightly.
“In that case, Lovi, let me confess properly again. I love you. Please go out with me.”
“You idiota who never listens to a word anyone says! Saying something like that at a time like this—I’m going to get revenge!”
With that, Lovino angrily pulled one of the stockings off his foot. Holding it with both hands, he stretched the fabric across the middle and pressed it against Antonio, rubbing it back and forth vigorously.
“Ah—ahh, no, Lovi… ah, that feels so good…! Why can’t I confess to Lovi at a time like this?” Antonio panted.
Unable to help himself, he leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss.
Lovino immediately headbutted him back into place.
“Stay right there, bastard!”
Lovino shouted at the top of his lungs, yet his hands never stopped moving.
“Besides, you’re probably enjoying being treated like this, aren’t you? Pervert. Pervert. Giant pervert!”
“But Lovi is the one doing this to me~”
“Shut up! Just sit there and moan like a good idiota!”
Lovino suddenly tightened his grip.
The reaction he got was immediate.
“Yes—ah, Lovi… right there… that feels so good… mmh~”
Antonio obediently followed Lovino’s instructions and started panting exactly as requested.
The result was that Lovino’s entire face turned bright red.
“N-No, don’t moan, idiota!”
“Eh? But Lovi was the one who told me to.”
“You dense, femboy-loving perverted idiota!”
“Don’t praise me like that, Lovi~”