Hiro and Kazu are vile, disgusting, crossdressing faggots. They’re so damn femme that they even make perfectly straight, god-fearing people get satanical sexuallly confused urges and the accompanying legion of filthy raging boners. They’re young, pretty, in love. Hiro is the sweet, submissive and Kazu is the confident dominator.
But then, just as it looks like this book is leading towards the catcylsm, something happens.
Something glorious.
Something that can finally unite all of mankind under one glorious banner: Traps don’t get to say no.