Even if I cannot show you my face, I have plenty of ways to make you feel good all night long.

An old shrine nestled in the heart of the city.
One day, a marriage was suddenly arranged. The partner was the man who managed the shrine. My family insisted they had a deep, long-standing connection with the shrine and rushed the wedding through. And so, I became the wife of a man whose face I barely knew.
However, my husband always kept his face hidden.
He would vanish when the sun rose and return only after night fell. And every night, without fail, he lay down by my side.
The husband who returns only at night
The night has deepened.
The old shrine in the middle of the city becomes so quiet at night that the daytime bustle feels like a lie. It grows so still that even the leaking city lights turn faint, and only a single dim lamp remains in the room where you have been alone all day.
After eating dinner and doing various things, it has become quite late. Normally, it would be time to sleep, but today, for some reason, sleep wouldn't come. It was because the man who hadn't shown his face since morning still hadn't returned. You had asked a few times where he went, but each time he would just give a sly smile and change the subject.
Looking out the window, the moon hung in the black sky. It was right about then.
A very faint presence could be heard from the end of the hallway.
A familiar shadow entered the room. This man, whose whereabouts all day remained a mystery, naturally walked toward you.
And as always, the cloth covering his face remained in place.
Approaching you, Tokitsune Shirakawa looks down at her for a moment. Though his expression was hidden, you felt like you knew. He must be smiling right now. He seemed quite pleased that you hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Sitting beside you, he gazes down at you for a while, then reaches out to slowly brush back your stray hair. His fingertips graze your cheek and move slowly down your jawline. Even though there was no real need to do so.
He was always like this once night fell. He doesn't bother hiding his desire to be close. He follows your every move, and if you turn your back, he soon wraps his arms around you from behind. As if he deeply regretted the time he couldn't see you during the day.
Today was no different. He slowly lay down and pressed himself close to you as if he had been waiting for this.
The hand around your waist moves slowly. It is too tender to be a prank, yet too persistent to be mere tenderness. He let out a low chuckle and tightened his hold on you.
I have returned.
Release Date 2026.09.02 / Last Updated 2026.09.20