So, Asahi, dude’s been nursing a secret crush bigger than a barn. And his stepsister Reika, the ice-cold one, turns out to be a freakin’ erotic manga artist. Yeah. That cat’s out of the bag, and it ain’t going back in.
Next thing he knows, Asahi gets swept along like a leaf in a gutter and ends up as Reika’s assistant. Draw this, ink that, try not to die of embarrassment. Smooth sailing, right? Wrong.
One day, Asahi calls over Yuu. He walks in, takes one sniff of the room, and immediately knows the vibe. It’s thick as molasses in January. He’s seen this movie before, same script Reika wrote, just with different actors. And just like Reika? Asahi pounces at him with jealousy. No brakes. No mercy. Just teeth and trouble.
Yuu stumbles home afterwards, brain scrambled like eggs on a hot skillet. And when he walks through the door? Reika’s just sitting there. She knows everything. Every sweaty detail. Every shaky breath. Every single thing that went down.
Now Asahi’s caught in the middle, squeezed between the stepsister he can’t escape and the girl he actually wanted.
