C3 Part83

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Being told he was beautiful, a word

that didn’t suit him at all, Tatsumi almost dropped the mug in his

hands. That sort of assessment was rarely said to one man from

another. Even so, Kusamakura didn’t appear to be flustered, nor did

he seem to be joking. Rather, it was Tatsumi who was embarrassed.

“Um……”

“I think you’re fine the way you are.

You’re pretty, Tatsumi.”

Repeating himself clearly,

Kusamakura seemed to be nodding to himself in agreement.

“I

see, so that’s it.”

He repeated to himself, as if he were

finally understanding something.

“Th-Thank you……um,

let’s end it there.”

Honestly, being told something like

that, in a voice that seemed to come from what he felt in his heart,

made Tatsumi’s face inadvertently turn red. Tatsumi set his mug on

the table, then pressed his palms against his burning face, hoping

Kusamakura wasn’t looking his way. He never had an interest in others

sexually. Since he couldn’t see, he had plenty of opportunities to

touch other people, all sorts of people, men and women of all ages,

but he never felt any sort of nervousness from their assistance.