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    “What? You didn’t like them?” Satoru questions. The genuine curiosity in his tone makes Suguru’s heart drop.

    How does one confess that they only like Alphas random Monday afternoon? How does he tell his friend that it’s not just any Alpha he likes—it’s him?

    “No, it’s not them.” Suguru shifts his weight. He hesitates slightly before adding, “I mean, Omegas in general.”

    Satoru’s mouth drops slightly. “That’s… kind of prejudiced of you, Suguru.”

    “What?” Suguru’s reply comes quick, defensive. “No! Not like that. I just—you know.”

    During their summer as lifeguards, Satoru and Suguru spend their days watching over the water. But off the sand, Suguru finds himself drowning in something stronger than the tide—his feelings for Satoru, his best friend, another Alpha, and the one person he can’t risk losing.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    Suguru and him on a bed.

    Suguru in him on a bed.

    Just the thought kind of makes Satoru’s pussy throb, because he knows Suguru would do wonders to him—make this whole stupid trip worthwhile. The amount of ogling he does to the farmer only makes him even more sure of what he wants.

    And Satoru has been trying to get his attention, he really has. But Suguru is a tough nut to crack, and not even Satoru constantly getting in his business over the past few days has earned him more than the occasional chuckle when he makes a joke.

    But Satoru knows that most of that tough act is just that—an act. He’s just being an ass. A bit sadistic, probably. Definitely finds it funny how Satoru follows him around like a stray, like he’s waiting for something—like Satoru’s going to beg.

    Hah. As if.

    Or: Cityboy Gojo learns there are some unexpected benefits to being stuck on the family farm.

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    29 May 2026

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    Satoru feels insecure about her chest size and Suguru is not having it.

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    26 May 2026

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    For a moment, they both sit and stare.

    Gojo stares at his handiwork. The leather looks obscene against Geto’s skin. He can see Geto’s heavy breaths, the way the collar hugs his thick neck. Like a dog.

    It’s restraint, ownership, and a desperate, pathetic attempt to cage the words that have built a wall between them. Geto stares back up at him, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths that flare his nostrils. The frustration is there, yes— in the tight line of his brow, in the way his hands clench where they rest on his own knees. But beneath it, in the dark depth of his gaze, is a kind of surrender and challenge.

    During one of their secret nights together, Gojo decides to bring a muzzle for Geto. It changes everything, and nothing at all.

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    26 May 2026

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    Satoru Gojo's unusual upbringing flowers into an unusual relationship to pain, but can his painful experiences with Suguru Geto possibly flower into anything more?

    Like all the big three, the Gojo clan was liberal with corporal punishment. Their methods were nothing too extreme: a smack on the back of a head when a kid spoke out of turn, a whack on the palm for not paying attention, a spanking for the kids who just couldn’t get it right. Truly though, the Gojo are not Zenins. Rare were the cases of a thrashing gone too far.

    Yet, every Gojo child grows up with a healthy fear, a respect, for the rod. Every child except Satoru.

    Simply put, Satoru was special.

    Satoru was honored.

    Satoru was touched by the gods.

    To lay hands on Satoru with anything other than deference would be to defile, to defy them.

    PSA: prior works in the series are not necessary for reading

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    20 May 2026