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Name:  FRAGILE. Author:  Konohara Narise (木原音瀬) Synopsis:   This is a story about a spiteful man who gets kidnapped and subjected to revenge by a former subordinate he bullied into quitting. Characters : The capable, gay ex-subordinate (seme) × the straight ex-boss (uke) whose only skill is political maneuvering. The seme is determined to thoroughly settle his grudge, so the story contains many intense and graphic scenes. If you’re uncomfortable with depictions of confinement that strip away human dignity, this may be a difficult read. Publisher:  Libre (リブレ) Publication date:  April 7, 2008 Illustration:  Hiroi Takao (高緒拾) Raw Source Genre:  Adult, Drama, Yaoi. Status:   Completed Content: 12 chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Due to the graphic content of the text and illustrations, I will not be posting the full translation here. However, for those interested, the translation is available for purchase at my Ko-fi shop .

Previous   TOC   Next Making a phone call in the dead of night was wildly inappropriate, but Round Face didn’t seem to mind. Nishizaki hadn’t thought to wait until morning—he’d been too desperate to free himself. Waiting near the shuttered ticket machine at the station for about thirty minutes, he spotted a black Benz slowing as it approached. It came to a smooth stop right in front of him. Nishizaki had assumed handing over the SD card would be the end of it, but he was pulled into the car. The plush seat in the back felt like it was swallowing him up as Round Face wrapped an arm around his shoulders, grinning. “I was in a rush, so I didn’t bring my laptop. I’ll check it at home,” he said cheerfully. The car drove for about twenty minutes before entering the basement parking lot of a four-story building. They took a cramped elevator—small enough that five people would fill it—to the third floor. Nishizaki was shown to a reception room with a black sofa set. Round Face went in...

Previous   TOC   Next It was a fifteen-minute walk from the apartment to the subway station, a twenty-five-minute ride on the train, and then another ten minutes on foot to reach the third floor of a new seven-story building. That’s where the sign for Seishu Law Office, Nagano’s workplace, was prominently displayed. Not being one to go out much during the day, Nishizaki found the station stairs subtly grueling. Watching a spry middle-aged woman with a lively step breeze up the steps made him feel a flash of irritation. Just perfect, he thought. Why do they have to look so full of energy? He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass window of a café on the building’s first floor. Nagano’s wardrobe, outside of suits, was usually so painfully unstylish that it almost made him gag. But today, Nishizaki had done his best to pull something halfway decent together. No idea what’s trendy now, but at least I don’t look like I just climbed out of a dumpster. Compared to the people at t...