It’d be a lie to say I don’t put a lot of effort into my looks, but usually, it’s just an enhancement of what I know to be true. I’m a goddamn specimen. So why isn’t she on my dick yet? I check my reflection in the dresser mirror, seeing the hard ladder of my abs, the bulge in my boxer briefs, and my hard pecs. I’ve definitely put on some muscle mass since the season started, and my shoulders are a touch broader than normal. A little nagging voice in the back of my mind—a voice that sounds just like Father—whispers to me. They like you to be lean and unthreatening. Frowning, I flex my chest,
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He annoys tf out of me the first part of this book but god he makes me so damn sad too😞
