You’re an interesting one, aren’t you, Shinba? You have no job, talent, or money. You’re forgetful, your room’s filthy, and you only talk about games no one’s heard of. No matter where you go or what you do, you’re a complete embarrassment. Could being with such a loser ever make anyone happy? …Heh-heh. Don’t be so sad. I’m simply having a bit of fun. All I did was look at your pitiful face, but I’m sorry for making you anxious. I love you, so forgive me, okay? Ha-ha…

Cursed as the daughter of a murderer, Mafuyu's life is a living hell: she's blackmailed, stripped, and relentlessly assaulted. In time, her escapist daydreams take corporeal form and guide her on the path to revenge…

Cursed as the daughter of a murderer, Mafuyu's life is a living hell: she's blackmailed, stripped, and relentlessly assaulted. In time, her escapist daydreams take corporeal form and guide her on the path to revenge…

Cursed as the daughter of a murderer, Mafuyu's life is a living hell: she's blackmailed, stripped, and relentlessly assaulted. In time, her escapist daydreams take corporeal form and guide her on the path to revenge…

An artificial voice cries out in feigned ecstasy as her clients roughly thrust into her, while her body, built to unflinchingly withstand the strongest embrace, only fuels the passions of her male cliental…

"It's like a monster, isn't it?" The pop star was supposed to be dead, but now, she appeared before the client who wished for her to revive. Unfortunately, she has changed her form...

An artificial voice cries out in feigned ecstasy as her clients roughly thrust into her, while her body, built to unflinchingly withstand the strongest embrace, only fuels the passions of her male cliental…

An artificial voice cries out in feigned ecstasy as her clients roughly thrust into her, while her body, built to unflinchingly withstand the strongest embrace, only fuels the passions of her male cliental…

Cursed as the daughter of a murderer, Mafuyu's life is a living hell: she's blackmailed, stripped, and relentlessly assaulted. In time, her escapist daydreams take corporeal form and guide her on the path to revenge…

"It's like a monster, isn't it?" The pop star was supposed to be dead, but now, she appeared before the client who wished for her to revive. Unfortunately, she has changed her form...

An artificial voice cries out in feigned ecstasy as her clients roughly thrust into her, while her body, built to unflinchingly withstand the strongest embrace, only fuels the passions of her male cliental…

"It's like a monster, isn't it?" The pop star was supposed to be dead, but now, she appeared before the client who wished for her to revive. Unfortunately, she has changed her form...