Unmarried Dad

After going to the doctor for a physical exam, I found out that I had an incurable disease. Depression overtook me at the thought of myself never having had the opportunity to sleep with the ~perfect man~. Why do I have to die so soon?! Before I die, I must sleep with someone! On a dark and windy night, two men raised their glasses, sharing a toast. One of the men, using his inebriated state to his advantage, finally summoned the courage to sleep with his ~Prince Charming~; making love until he achieved satisfaction—until he was sore to the point where tears were shed—then, exactly as the popular custom prescribed: he snuck away in secret. Three months later, while awaiting his appointed ...