Michiya-san, could you please deliver this to the director's office? Thanks."

"Michiya-san, about the details of the documents..."

"Michiya-san, are you done translating the… "

"Michiya-san…"

Michiya Kei, who had more than enough on his plate, got his workload increased as his shameless subordinates dumped some of their tasks to him for convenience sake. And that is because Kei had always been kind and had a hard time declining anyone who asks for a favor. In short, a total pushover. 

"Of course, I'll deliver it right away…"

"Oh yes I've fixed some errors in the documents and…"

"Yes, I'm done translating them, they're on top of my desk."

People who were at first, reluctant and guilty at dumping small tasks to him just to test his bottom line, felt gradually nothing at barking orders at him. The man never complained no matter how swamped in work he was and how others still buried him in more work. So they started slaving him away when they realized how much of a pushover he is. 

It wasn't that Kei didn't want to decline, it's just that he had this mentality where he would rather do shit for them in order to avoid conflicts as much as possible. 

He doesn't want to lose his job. 

He also didn't want to be the object of his colleague's dissatisfaction. 

He also didn't have the energy to argue with them if it's all too much. 

It's not that he doesn't have a bottom line. 

It's just that his bottom line's just set really, really low. 

For the sake of peace and avoid making an enemy of anyone, he'd rather be burdened with their load. It was no wonder that the stress from overworking and the lack of sleep eventually made his skin look dry and lifeless, as it was deprived of its basic nutrients. He was only 30 years old but his looks made him look older than his actual age. 

The originally vibrant and soft hair in his school days gradually died after he set his foot in the world of working adults. His fair skin looked paler, making him look like one step away from looking like a corpse. His lips were chapped and pale. His high bridged nose is adorned with freckles, along with his cheeks and all the way up his forehead. His bushy eyebrows were hidden underneath his overgrown bangs, reaching the rim of his glasses. His pair of green eyes were the only notable feature he had which were inherited from his foreign mother. It was unusual for Japanese people to have green eyes unless they're using contact lenses. 

Overall he looked unhealthy and plain. Save for his eyes. 

His presence was so weak that no one would notice him unless they're really looking for him. Also because he looked plain. 

His already plain looks downgraded as he neglected his own health from overworking. 

That's why despite being this old, he was still a virgin. Not that he was bothered about it. He wasn't ashamed too since he doesn't really have the time to get laid nor does he have the looks. He had long since accepted the probability of him dying as a virgin. 

He also had no time for romance as well since he's swamped with work and also because he wasn't just interested in anyone. He had never felt his heart go doki doki with someone nor did time slow down as what was depicted in romantic films or novels. Even in his school years. 

As work piled up on top of his other works, he could only sigh as he worked on them. It was no use complaining now since he had already agreed on doing it. He looked at the wall clock and once again sighed as he realized that he'd be working overtime again. 

Kei yawned as he stretched his tired and numb limbs as he walked out of the company. It was already so late that the only personnel left in the company was him and the guards. He had already missed his train and bus so he had no choice but to use his bicycle.

The wind blowing on his face as he pedalled his way home messed up his hair. His bangs were all over the place as the wind changed his hair's position. He could care less since he had long since accepted that his looks were mediocre and that even if he fixed his looks, it would still look the same. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as he relished the soothing wind hitting him. Although he was dead tired, he still enjoys the cool night breeze and the landscapes he passed by. His home was somehow close to the red light district. 

He at least needs to pass through the red light district before he could reach his place. He could also take a detour but he's too tired for that. Besides, passing through the red light district was amusing and it was a shortcut. 

As he passed through, he saw different establishments but with the same line of business. There were women relaxing on the balcony and flaunting their figures, tempting the passersby to take them for the night. They were beautiful. 

Some of them wore make ups that either made them look extremely seductive or sweet and innocent despite having that line of work. There were also tall, short, average sized women. Their bosoms and buttocks vary from one another. Their skin color. Everything was in here. 

Some women threw a wink at him and some even called out for him but he just smiled at them and continued pedalling. This red light district wasn't only limited to having women in their establishments. There were also men. 

There was this one establishment where it only contained beautiful men either dressed in women's clothes or men's clothes. It doesn't really matter. Their clothes depend on the occasion. As what he can see from afar, their theme was probably related to greek myth. 

The man outside was wearing a piece of white clothing with gold linings draped on his body loosely, a tease for the eyes of the onlookers. His hair was adorned with a laurel wreath,  paired with blue contact lenses, he looked heavenly. 

This establishment was one he was awfully familiar with. It was because it was the only establishment that really piqued his interest. This establishment was purely for entertainment alone, bedding the employees was absolutely prohibited. 

Not unless the client and the employee had an agreement. 

Also, he has a friend working in that establishment that's why he's also familiar with it. It had been a long time since he last saw this friend of his so he decided to stop by. The heavenly man by the entrance saw him and was also familiar with him so he greeted Kei with a smile. 

"A lovely evening to you Michiya-san. Here for some entertainment?" The man smiled playfully at him. 

"Unfortunately, no. I just came to visit a friend." Kei politely replied with a perfunctory smile.

"Ah I see. If you change your mind, I don't mind accompanying you tonight." The man winked at him as he flashed him a seductive smile. 

Kei just smiled at him as a reply and went inside. Boisterous laughters and giggles greeted him as he entered the establishment. The booths only have heavy curtains as it's cover from prying eyes to make sure that nothing shady was happening inside. 

Different perfume scents were wafting in the air and were mixing, it was a little unpleasant to smell. He paid it no mind as he made his way to the counter where his friend was stationed. His friend saw and waved at him with a smile. 

"Michiya-san, it's nice to see you again. To what pleasure do I owe this visit?" His friend jokingly asked. 

"I dropped by just to see if you're doing pretty well and to deliver the thing you asked me to buy." Kei said as he rummaged in his bag and pulled out a paper bag and handed it to his friend. 

When he recalled what it contained, he couldn't help but to feel awkward, making his ears flushed red. His friend accepted it with a grateful smile and cackled as he noticed Kei's awkward appearance. 

"Thank you so much, man. I really owe you big time." His friend said as he pulled out the contents of the paper bag and opened the box. 

He pulled out a transparent dildo covered with spikes (they of course weren't sharp) from the box. Kei sighed and averted his gaze from that vulgar thing his friend was holding. 

"I won't do your errands next time. It was so awkward just going into that adult shop to buy that… that… thing." Kei said as his cheeks flushed a bit from the memory. 

His friend laughed once more and kept the dildo in his cabinet. 

"Anyway, thank you again. Do you want to stay for a lil' bit of entertainment? You have no work tomorrow anyway."His friend asked. 

"No, I want to spend that time resting. That's what I awfully need." Kei said as he yawned. 

"Aw boo. You're totally gonna miss out so much tonight. You see, we had a new recruit a few days ago and I tell you he's just…damn. His looks are ethereal! Heavenly! Divine! He's just too beautiful, it's… " His friend struggled to come up with appropriate words but ended up choking on it. 

"Aren't you just exaggerating?" Kei asked with obvious doubt in his voice. 

It's not that he doesn't believe his friend. It's just that Kei thinks that his friend had overly praised the man. 

"No, it's no exaggeration at all! You'll understand me when you see. He's gonna perform tonight, just stay a bit and you'll see him." His friend said with excitement oozing in his entire being. 

He'd be lying if he said that he's not curious. Although he's tired, he could still wait a bit and see for himself just how beautiful the man could be. It could be that his friend was exaggerating but who knows? It's not like he'll lose anything if he just waits a bit. Well he could use that time for sleep but he's too curious. 

"Fine, but I won't be using any booths. I can see the stage from here anyway." Kei said, cutting his friend's fantasy of him ripping Kei of his money. 

"You're so stingy." His friend grumbled. 

Kei just chuckled and was about to retort when the emcee for the night walked up the stage and started the event. The emcee was rambling on about the new recruit and of course selling the new recruit's excellent points through words first. 

"Without further ado, I present to you the God of passionate desire, Eros!" 

The lights went off and the spotlight was directed on a man that looked like sleeping on the bed with his back on the audience. Just his back alone was already seductive. His back looked although thin, it was firm. 

His honey skin tone was a great contrast to the cream charmeuse satin bedding he was lying on but it didn't ruin the image. Instead, it highlighted his slim figure and the youthful glow of his skin. 

He stirred slowly as if he just woke up and yawned then looked at the audience. His cool beige brown hair was a little bit messy, amplifying his sex appeal. Because he just yawned, his eyes were moist as if he was about to cry. His blue almond shaped eyes gazed at the audience, as if pulling them in. His plump pinkish lips curved in a smirk making him look extremely sexy. 

As if he could see through your hidden desire and instead of getting disgusted, was instead amused and encouraged you to give in to that desire. 

When he opened his mouth to sing, it revealed his perfectly lined white teeth with his canines sticking out a bit. Making him look like a cat that scratches the heart of the audience. His voice fell in everyone's ears, making them drop the last defense in their heart. 

Badump. Badump. 

Kei's heart started beating abnormally the moment he saw the man's face. His friend didn't lie to him. The man was indeed an ethereal beauty; it was almost a sin to just look at his face. 

In his whole 30 years of living, Kei had never felt his heart go doki doki until now. His heart was beating crazily as if it was trying to get out of his chest and jump on the man on the stage. It made him blush so much that he looked like a ripened tomato. 

The man's singing voice was the last blow to his fragile heart and everything just went boom in his system. Fireworks exploded in his head as imaginary angels blew their trumpets, rejoicing that this 30 year old virgin man finally experienced spring. 

Everyone was drawn to the man singing on the stage as if, if they look away just for a second, they'll lose. 

The man looked pure, holy, and ethereal. Some wanted to taint this holy like being and transform him into becoming a sinner that was human. Some wanted to embrace that ethereal being and keep him for themselves, away from the filthy eyes of humanity. Some wanted to spoil the man to their heart's content. 

But only one person in that room truly offered his heart up to the unaware man on the stage.