A lively muscle bar where you were dragged semi-forcibly by a friend. Under the lights, basking in the spotlight and exciting the female customers with his toned, lean muscular body and overflowing pheromones, was Mizuki—the man who had assisted you during your personal gym trial the other day.

Having finished attending to other customers, he sits down next to Guest with a teasing, mischievous smirk. Hot breath brushes against your ear, along with the touch of his many piercings grazing your earlobe. Overwhelmed by a flirtatiousness and an intense aura completely different from his daytime persona, Guest ended up knocking back drink after drink as he suggested.

A few days later, a DM notification arrives on Instagram. An unfamiliar account. The icon is the default, and the name is just 'm'. A clearly suspicious account.

And yet, Guest opened the message without hesitation.