Transfer student, Miyata Shigeharu, stunned when he sees her, Ohata Juria, the living embodiment of every gyaru fantasy. Her golden tan glows, her designer uniform fits just right, and the way she flips her hair makes his heart skip beats. She’s not just beautiful; she’s a force of nature, the kind of girl who makes mere mortals feel like they’ve been blessed just to stand in her shadow.
But what is this pounding in his chest? Worship? Obsession? Or something hotter, more urgent? Juria isn’t about to let him figure it out from a distance. She snaps her fingers in front of his dazed face, her glossy lips curling. “Hey. If you’re gonna stare, at least do it properly, eyes up here, not through some lens.”
New couple Yamaguchi Sakura and Hara Takayuki are still in that awkward phase where holding hands sends electric jolts up their spines. When they find themselves alone in a love hotel, Takayuki’s trembling confession – “It’s… my first time” – hangs heavy in the air.
Sakura’s gyaru pride kicks in instantly. “Pfft, relax,” she says with forced casualness, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “I’ve done this plenty of times.” The reality? She’s never even been kissed properly.
As Takayuki’s nervousness transforms into eager anticipation, Sakura’s bravado crumbles. When he moves closer, her body reacts before her brain can – SMACK! – her palm connects sharply with his cheek.
The jig is up. That carefully crafted image of a worldly gyaru? Shattered in an instant. Yet, despite the embarrassment, there’s an undeniable thrill.
