[ See? All in his head. Koujaku had perfectly pure intentions all throughout this little affair, and it’s only in Aoba’s little head that his lovey dovey gestures start edging towards anything but.
But even perverted intentions are moot in light of his being too late to stop the descent of alcohol past Aoba’s pretty little throat, and Koujaku can only clutch at his shoulders dumbly and watch as the alcohol begins taking over his system. ]
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But even perverted intentions are moot in light of his being too late to stop the descent of alcohol past Aoba’s pretty little throat, and Koujaku can only clutch at his shoulders dumbly and watch as the alcohol begins taking over his system. ]
—Buh?