Only Lewd Things Manhua

Masamune Kuramae wiped his hands on his apron, glancing up as the bell above the door tinkled. Inui Nazuna stood there, looking both determined and nervous. Masamune's heart skipped a beat, memories of their past interactions flooding back. "Inui, what a surprise," Masamune greeted, trying to sound casual. Inui's eyes sparkled with mischief as he sauntered closer. "I missed your bentos. And you." Masamune's breath caught in his throat at the unexpected confession. Could it be that Inui felt the same way he did? The air between them crackled with tension, unspoken words hanging in the air. Inui leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Masamune's. "I know you've been avoiding me. Is it because of your uncle's bentos?" Masamune's heart raced. Inui's playful facade was crumbling, revealing a raw vulnerability that tugged at Masamune's heartstrings. He reached out, cupping Inui's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Inui, I..." Masamune's voice wavered, emotions swirling in his chest. Could he finally admit the truth to himself, to Inui? But before he could say anything, Inui closed the gap between them, capturing Masamune's lips in a searing kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other, their bodies fitting together like missing pieces of a puzzle. In that moment, Masamune knew. He didn't have to hide his desires or insecurities any longer. Inui was here, offering him a chance at happiness, at love. And Masamune was ready to embrace it, to explore the depths of passion and pleasure with the one person who truly understood him. As they broke apart, breathless and flushed, Masamune gazed into Inui's eyes, seeing a reflection of his own longing and affection mirrored back at him. In that small bento shop in a forgotten alley, two souls found solace in each other's arms, embarking on a journey of love and lust, of acceptance and understanding. And in that moment, only lewd things mattered.