"We're all just a piece of a man, like a flounder cut in two. So, everybody is always looking for another piece of their own. Some people look for women on the other side, while some people look for men on the other half.

These people, when they were young men, they were close to men, and they liked to sleep with men and mingle with them. Among the boys and lads, such men are usually the best, because they are naturally the most manly. Some people say that these boys are shameless, but they are actually mistaken.

Because, they do not act out of shamelessness, but out of bravery, masculine, masculine, attracted to people who speak the same voice. The best proof is that only this kind of young man will become a good hand in politics when he becomes an adult.

Once they reach the prime of life, they become guides in turn, because they are not naturally interested in marrying wives and having children, and they prefer not to marry and stay with men of their kind unless they are forced by the law. So, we would have been whole before being cut in two. The desire and pursuit of that wholeness is called love/desire. ”

"Well said! Aristophanes! As soon as the words fell, people's excited roars and warm applause immediately sounded below.

Heineer was still in the aftermath of the vertigo of being carried around at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters by a net, and he heard a large passionate (emotional) speech.

Heinill looked up, how did the world turn black, red, black, and red? Behind him, there were a few cold iron railings. He seemed to have been locked in a cage, which looked like a vaulted birdcage. It's still covered with a red cloth? What's going on?

"Stop bragging, Aristophanes! It's useless to say that no matter how fanciful you say, there hasn't been a beauty in your place for a long time! If you can't get it out today, you've lost the bet! Give me the Roman brothel Artet. A loud and rough voice with great dissatisfaction said again, which caused everyone to echo it.

"Listen to me, everybody."

Aristophanes wiped the sweat from his head and pressed down with his hands to calm the commotion. The eldest lord Artet saw that his business here was cold, so he deliberately made a bet to ask him to find the most beautiful man who everyone recognized as the Oiran, or else he would take the place that his ancestors had passed down from generation to generation and transform it into a more profitable public bath.

He searched for a few, but none of them could satisfy everyone. But this matter has already made a lot of noise, and the whole city knows about it. Today is the last chance, so almost all the men in the city came to see the excitement.

"A few days ago, after I made a bet with Artet, I went to the temple of Freya, the most amazing goddess of beauty, and was draped by the goddess of beauty, and she really gave me the most beautiful man in the world!"

Aristophanes said excitedly as he pointed to a behemoth covered with a red cloth that lay next to him.

He had no hope and went to the temple of Freya, the goddess of beauty, to pray. Unexpectedly, the beauty god really heard his prayer. Aristophanes bet this man would definitely please everyone.

Bet? Roman brothels? The most beautiful man? Oiran? Freya? After Heinier, who was in a birdcage, connected these words, he instantly thought of a terrifying possibility.

"Bragging again! Hurry up and uncover the red cloth! The people at the bottom couldn't wait any longer, and they were all urging Aristophanes, who had deliberately made this last time mysterious.

"Good!" Aristophanes smiled smugly, and then gently ripped off the red cloth that hid the magic with one hand, "Everyone, please look! ”

On the cushion inside the golden half-man high birdcage, a beautiful young man with only a red cloth around his waist sat inside, with long black curly hair, eyes more crystal than obsidian, a weak confusion and a trace of panic in the eyes, skin fairer and smoother than ivory, and a slender waist that was definitely softer than wicker when swinging.

"Wow...... It's beautiful......"

The men immediately gathered around and exclaimed, this boy is simply beautiful and dazzling, if there is any more blonde hair, it is not inferior to the most beautiful male god Bald in the legend.

How many times can the beauty god be seen in the world, and there are already men who have reached through the gap in the birdcage, wanting to touch Heinell's gorgeous satin-like skin.

"Don't come here!" Heinir let out a scream and ducked back.

Around the cage were strange, stout rough men, looking at him with salivating expressions like jackals seeing fat.

Unfortunately, the space in the cage was too small, and he put a railing on his back, so that those who were behind could touch his bare/naked back and round buttocks without even reaching out.

"Ahh …… Don't touch me! Heineer hastened and dodged like a startled bird, hugging himself in the middle of the cage.

"Go away. Go away, you're scared of him. ”

A thin, middle-aged man with a beard stepped forward and blasted down the men who had only desire/hope in their eyes, and this person was none other than Aristophanes, the owner of a Roman brothel.

After calming down the scene, Aristophanes proudly asked, "This time, who else doubts that this young man is the most beautiful man in the world?" ”