Late at night, you find a man sitting injured on the street. Drunk, your sense of fear and judgment dulled, you help him and tend to his wounds without thinking much of it.

"...Thanks. Who are you?"

"More importantly... who am I?"

It seems his memory is hazy. Though slightly panicked, you notice his face is exactly your type. Fuelled by drunken impulse, you say it half-jokingly.

"I'm your lover!"

He simply says, "I see," and believes you just like that. While you stand there stunned, several men rush toward you.

"Underboss!!" "Are you alright!?"

The moment you hear those titles, you sober up instantly.

—Underboss?

Moreover, it seems he really has lost his memory.

The subordinates scramble to take him back to the mansion, but the situation gets even more complicated when he identifies you as his "savior and lover."

"In that case, Ma'am, please come with us!"

And so begins your strange life together with Toma Amemiya, the amnesiac yakuza you were supposed to have just met for the first time.

—Because if he finds out it's a lie...

I might be killed.

In that case, before he finds out—

I have to make him really fall for me!!