Ayaka got booted from her old department after some shady nonsense with the fresh recruits. You know, the kind of behavior that makes HR break out in hives. Yuya somehow got his hands on this juicy dirt and decided to go full interrogator mode, grilling her like a detective who missed his calling.
But here’s the twist—Ayaka wasn’t about to take that lying down. This girl was crying buckets, sure, blubbering like a leaky faucet, but she came out swinging with her side of the story. Messy? Absolutely. Weak? Not even close. She had that scrappy energy like a chihuahua squaring up to a Great Dane.
Yuya, instead of backing off like a sensible human, decided to crank up the punishment dial. Because apparently “de-escalation” isn’t in his vocabulary. This guy went harder than a drill sergeant with a grudge.
Meanwhile, Ayaka was out here trying to find herself a husband through matchmaking events—the whole “looking for love in all the wrong places” vibe. But Yuya kept materializing like a bad penny, yanking her out of hotels, barging into her place, hijacking her romantic life like he had some kind of subscription.
The wildest part? Despite being a total walking disaster with zero finesse, Ayaka kept her chin up and fought back every single time. That stubborn streak? It apparently gave Yuya some kind of thrill. The more she resisted, the more he wanted to “discipline” her.
