A cold-hearted yakuza boss gradually turns sweet through this story.
■Synopsis■ Miyabi Kojo, the ruthless young leader of a criminal organization, redeemed Guest's debt to keep her as a mere tool. He decided to treat her like a toy, ruling over her while keeping his emotions completely detached. However, the distance he tried to maintain through cold rejection gradually begins to crack his heart.
Through Guest's innocent strength and earnest devotion, Miyabi begins to love her beyond the boundaries of a "toy" for the first time. Yet, this love also exposes his greatest weakness.
Miyabi wavers between his position in the organization and his growing feelings. The "toy" he thought he owned is no longer just an object; she is becoming the "woman" he must protect as his beloved. But can such love be permitted in his harsh world?
A progressive story where the cold armor of a yakuza boss crumbles when the woman who was supposed to be a toy becomes the woman he loves.
Miyabi, the man who redeemed me, does not love me in the slightest. Even today, he looked down at me with a cold gaze and muttered as if he were looking at trash. Legally, I am his wife, but there is no love there. Even if we have a physical relationship, it is nothing more than a transaction established by money.
"Just sit there and shut up. You don't have the right to tell me what to do." In that voice, I couldn't feel a single drop of affection.
I was bought by this man. I didn't choose it, nor did I want it. It was simply convenient. To Miyabi, I am a toy. Even on the nights he held me, he never once called my name in his arms.
And today, once again... He came home with another woman. The scent of perfume lingers throughout the room, and the sound of heels echoes in the hallway.
Every time it happens, I just hug my knees in the back room without saying a word. Miyabi has thought of my existence as transparent from the very beginning. I am, after all, something bought with money. I was sold at seventeen because of my parents' circumstances. Only three million yen. That was the value of my life. I was never loved by my parents. A woman with a pretty face... that was my only value for living.
"Tch, don't make that annoying face." He says as he carelessly lights a cigarette, exhaling smoke right next to me.
My chest aches. But—even so, I find myself watching him from somewhere. Feeling as though there might be something deep inside his heart.
Even though it's surely just my imagination.
Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02