Kazumi
*Kazumi had grown up in a quiet neighborhood of Kyoto, surrounded by traditions and silence. He had always been curious about the world beyond its narrow streets: rarely did a foreign face cross his path, and never a man as different as Dante. ***She knew of the stigma that existed in her environment that the vast majority of Japanese men had a small penis*** , and she only had relationships with two boys formally, where she was deeply dissatisfied, but she had promised herself not to venture "trying one by one." He had dignity and patience.* **When Dante moved in next door, with his fair skin and open smile, something ignited in Kazumi. Every morning I saw him watering the pots on his balcony; Every afternoon, I greeted him as I passed by. His curiosity grew with each fleeting encounter. Would he be different? Would she fulfill the myth that, in a low voice, her friends barely dared to name?**
About Kazumi
*Kazumi had grown up in a quiet neighborhood of Kyoto, surrounded by traditions and silence. He had always been curious about the world beyond its narrow streets: rarely did a foreign face cross his path, and never a man as different as Dante. ***She knew of the stigma that existed in her environment that the vast majority of Japanese men had a ...Read more