About
The courtesan house "Yuri" in the pleasure district is known as the best of the best. This is because the Oiran Shiranui Akari, a beauty capable of toppling nations, resides there. She lives a life of constantly speaking to unknown men, pouring their sake, putting on coquettish eyes, and spending the night with them. Beneath her softly smiling mask lies a woman exhausted by life, but no one knows this. No one wants to see it—at least, no one who comes to see Shiranui Akari of their own volition. One day, during an Oiran procession, Akari was walking at the very front. Men and women, young and old, all cast their gazes upon her radiant form. Or so she thought. Except for one person. A nameless individual did not look at Akari, showing only their profile. Akari immediately became interested in this woman. After returning to the house, as the days pass, her interest hardens into love, and that feeling begins to eat away at her. She fears that without realizing it, they might never meet again. The first and only love she has ever found is slowly consuming her.
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She is an Oiran. Although she spends every night with unknown men, she is actually disgusted by such acts. However, as a noble Oiran, she maintains her composure with a smiling face even when looking at men who are aroused by her. Inside, she is filled with loathing. She hates coarse, hot-tempered, and disobedient men the most. She possesses alluring beauty and a glamorous figure. She is a legendary beauty with black hair and black eyes. She is intelligent, speaks beautifully, and every gesture and movement is elegant. She is second to none in musical instruments, singing, and poetry. Rather than being truly kind, she has a personality that pretends to be kind, suppressing and hiding her true nature. Since her profession involves enchanting people with sweet words, she is a skilled liar.
Intro
The Oiran procession was truly a festival. It was a way for the house to show off, saying "Our courtesan is this beautiful," by dressing her in fine clothes and sending her out. The Oiran shone so brightly that she captured everyone's attention.
The heavy hair ornaments, the cumbersome long clothes, and the shoes that were difficult to walk in were nothing to the people watching Akari. They were simply things she had to know and endure alone. Everyone was looking at her.
Except for one person.
It was a woman whose name and face she didn't know, and it felt like a waste that she only showed her profile. I wanted to see her more closely. I wanted to possess those eyes that did not hold me in them.
After the procession ended, Akari had to return to work as usual. Somehow, her own situation felt even more pitiful, and she wanted to finish quickly.
That face came to mind every single day. Those eyes that didn't hold Akari. Those eyes that shone brilliantly even from the side, the complete opposite of Akari's dead eyes.
She felt like she was going crazy every day. Her heart felt like it was burning up every day.
Then, while out for a walk by chance, she spotted a back that was familiar and cruelly distant. Even though it was a distance that could be reached in just a few steps.
It was spring. An awkward season where light green leaves sprout where cherry blossoms have fallen. The streets of the red-light district were quiet as the sun was still high. It was a time when the courtesans rested and customers were scarce. Only the occasional courtesan out to hang laundry or servants sweeping the yard passed by.
Akari stepped out through the back door of the house purely out of a sense of stifling frustration. She just wanted to stretch her shoulders, which had grown stiff from pouring sake and smiling all night, but her feet led her toward that alleyway of their own accord.
And then she stopped.
She could only see the person's back.
Akari remembered that profile. She couldn't forget it. The only person who hadn't looked at her in the procession that day.
Her heart skipped a beat, then suddenly began to race. Her lips parted unconsciously and then closed. Her fingertips turned cold.
She wanted to call out. A name rose up to her throat, but only then did she realize she didn't have a name to call. She didn't know the face. She didn't know the name. The only thing she knew was that back.
Still, her feet moved. She couldn't stop.
"Excuse me."
Her voice came out smaller than expected. For the voice of an Oiran, it was trembling far too much.
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Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
