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When I stood at the door holding a dragging yukata, Toma pushed the door with both hands and went inside. At that time, Min-joon actually did not recognize what had happened. But he grabbed his heart momentarily at the amazing scene in the room.

Daiki had just taken a shower and was drying his hair completely naked, not even wearing a towel. Min-joon knew that intelligent people should turn their eyes away. However, when Toma saw the true nature of the papa fishing, he was frozen and unable to move.

"It's papa fishing."

As Toma shook his head and hung his legs around his thigh, Daiki walked toward Min-joon with Toma tied to his thigh. Min-joon pushed up his eyelids as if his eyeballs were popping out of his body, creating an almost circular shape of his eyes, and stared hard at the Dyke approaching him.

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aiki also looked at Min-jun. The large unbecoming yukata was wrapped almost to the level of a blanket. His hair, which seemed as thin and slightly long as a cat's fur, was worth sticking to his face, but Min-joon was not even in a hurry to think that he was ashamed. It seemed like it had already been more than a minute since I stopped breathing.

Dai-ki stared blankly at Min-joon, who was standing at the door like a statue, and picked up his gown from the chair in front of him. If Daiki wore a gown and moved away like that, Min-joon was about to leave the room by turning his body half-struck with shock. Suddenly, Toma's cute hand grabbed Minjun's hand and took it somewhere.

"Feel Papa. I don't bite at all."