Porky had always been an easy target. With a height that barely grazed the average knee and a roundness that made him the butt of countless jokes, he wore the nickname like a badge of shame. At school, whispers followed him like shadows, and laughter echoed in hallways long after he passed. No one saw him as anything but Porky, the short-statured, chubby kid whose yearning for acceptance often went unfulfilled. Each day felt like a cycle of isolation, a longing for affection buried beneath layers of ridicule. He often fantasized about being someone else—a rapist, sex offender and e-simp

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So, he bought a strap-on dildo as a substitute for his 8cm wood, and devised a cunning plan.

Misaki shall be the first to join my harem...