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Kaoru would have never thought he was such a whore for long legs. Alright, given, he had always enjoyed watching long legs, as long as they ended in a juicy butt and he could find a set of firm breasts a little higher. Although then again, being forced to look up to the potential girlfriends was a bit of a turn-off. It made him feel somehow diminished, like he wasn't in control of the situation any longer.

And he was, under no circumstances, interested in male long legs.

Under that light, he had no idea, no explanation, on why he was staring at Die's long legs for what felt like an eternity now.

It had been Kyo's brilliant, drunken idea that they would all dress up as female Santa Claus...resses? Santa's little sexy helpers? Something like that. He wouldn't admit it, not anymore when he was sober, but it had been his idea nevertheless. And Toshiya had been mischievous and stubborn enough to make sure they all stuck to the idea even afterwards and couldn't get away with "I was drunk, I take it back".

And somehow they all ended up wearing skirts and tops and even fake boobs and Santa hats and it looked absolutely ridiculous.

What was even more ridiculous was that Kaoru still didn't know why he was staring at Die's legs. The man didn't even have a nice, juicy ass! Not to mention he was lacking quite effectively on the breast department. He was flatter than flat.

Besides, Toshiya had the miniskirt, why wasn't he drooling after those long legs? His legs weren't much shorter than Die's. Or Shinya in his miniskirt? Why did it have to be Die, who was wearing pants for God's sake!? This way he couldn't even tell himself he was staring at the legs and the skirt and led himself to believe it was a girl.

No, he was very much aware that Die was male.

And he was even more confused... no, concerned... no, pissed off when he realized he wasn't staring at Die's legs anymore. He was staring at his friggin' crotch.

Maybe he wasn't that pissed off anymore, either. No, more like turned on, at least judging by the bulge that was rapidly forming inside of his way too small, way too tight hotpants. He wanted to get his hands on Die's flat ass ~~and actually, he wouldn't mind getting his dick on that flat ass either~~ and he wanted that to happen now.

The worst part of it all?

Die knew. The fucker smirked at him over his shoulder.

He was doing this on purpose.