Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H... -

Miki’s eye twitched. She stepped closer, close enough that the bell on her choker tinkled softly. She reached out and placed a single finger on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re so cold. Don’t you feel anything ? The audience was screaming. I could have made them do anything I wanted.”

The hallway felt silent, even with the distant roar of the crowd. Miki’s throat tightened. No one had ever said that before. Her whole life, she’d used charm like a shield—first to survive, then to win, then just out of habit. But Kaito had just reached past the shield and touched the soft, unarmored part of her.

“One condition,” she said, her voice soft but with a hint of her old fire. “When I’m on stage, I get to be the devil. But off stage…” She squeezed his fingers. “You have to promise to see me . Not the appeal. Just Miki.” Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

For a split second, the mask cracked. Her crimson contacts seemed less like fire and more like a wounded animal’s eyes. She snatched her hand back, her usual smirk wavering. “You’re no fun.”

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her. Miki’s eye twitched

Kaito lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “That was always the deal. You just never let anyone close enough to keep it.”

She just let herself be held.

And tonight, she had a target.