Shotacon Manga

I've watched Boko no Pico 11 times and I can assure you it's not as bad as people say it is. You guys are just too afraid to aknowledge the beauty of cinema. Honestly I think it should get a Netflix Live Adaptation, Riverdale style, where they'll stretch out unimportant drama for entire seasons. We'll get to see a sexy Coco with a six pack ლ(´ڡ`ლ).
Also, Pico is hot, I'd love to peg him
























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Okay so now that i've hypnotised you, i'm doing this again, but a different way, it's shorter and i'm doing it in seperate parts, so DO NOT FUCKING COMPLAIN, OR ELSE. I only need opinions, and no. i don't have a wattpad, i'm not planning on publishing it (want to make it a webtoon tho), yes it's an original story, and if you don't really get what's going on I won't explain it to you because you don't deserve it.
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PART 1:


She had dark, very dark hair, almost as dark as midnight. It added to her mysterious aura, the vibes she emitted were undecodable. Her fair complexion was smooth and glowing. Her entire eyes were pitch black but still managed to look peaceful and welcoming. Well, just for a quick glance. If you continued to stare at them with intense curiousity, you'll start to realise how these beautiful stygian-darkness coloured pearls were oh so frightening and how her gaze was nightmarish. They were like the famous mythical beasts, called sirens, who'd lure fishermen with their beauty and angelic voices down the bottom of the ocean, to kill them viciously. Her facial expression looked unbothered, as if she didn't care. Her thin but slightly pouty lips had no emotion in them, she wasn't biting her lips, nothing. The element on her face that seemed to have the slightest bit of life was her nose. She was constantly scrunching and sniffing, like when someone gets sick and has a cold. Except, she wasn't sneezing or coughing. Just simply sniffing and scrunching, non-stop. Her clothes were interresting: An all black outfit with a slight pinch of colour. Nothing less, nothing more. "A very unique fashion choice", you might say...