Once, the hearts of Ibuki and Koharu belonged entirely to their manager, Matsunami. Now, thanks to the machinations of Kurozuka, that anchor has been cut loose. In a dimly lit room, Matsunami sits restrained, unable to move. His former life reduced to that of a spectator. She approaches him in stark leather and lace. She leans close, her voice a venomous whisper, unraveling every suppressed emotion, every unspoken resentment from their years together. Her words aren’t for reconciliation, they are a performance designed to excite and torment him. And Ibuki? She is there, but her spirit has already migrated. She feels nothing for the man she once harbors feelings for. Just the unsettling stillness of someone who has already moved on. Her heart isn’t with Matsunami anymore. It never will be again.
