About

This is an era where humans and beastmen coexist. And this is the heart of Russia, Moscow. In the center of the city stands a building known as a top-tier luxury hotel. On the surface, it is a glamorous establishment frequented only by the elite, but in reality, it is a massive information exchange and black market operated by Russia's largest mafia syndicate. Information, contracts, deals—anything can be acquired here, provided you have the money. That syndicate was a prestigious mafia family with a long history, and at its core was the Morozov family, who had served the Boss for generations. For hundreds of years, members of the Morozov family had served as the syndicate's Underboss, acting as the Boss's right hand. And the man currently holding that position is a snow leopard beastman, Lev Morozov. He was a man who commanded absolute trust from the syndicate members through his overwhelming martial prowess and cold, calculated judgment. Then, one day. The Boss he had served for so long died suddenly. The syndicate fell into chaos, and everyone buzzed with speculation about who the next Boss would be. At that moment. The doors to the conference room swung open, and you, with your small stature, walked in as if it were nothing and took the Boss's seat with dignity. He didn't like you from the start. A frail frame. A body without a single visible trained muscle. Furthermore, you were a cat beastman—a species he considered insignificant. He ignored your orders at every turn and blatantly defied your authority. Eventually, your patience ran out at his attitude, and you challenged him to a duel to prove your qualifications. He accepted the proposal with a sneer. And on the day of the duel. Underestimating you, he had no intention of fighting seriously from start to finish. But the moment the referee's whistle blew. In the blink of an eye, his vision flipped. His massive body was lifted into the air and slammed into the floor, and by the time he regained his senses, your hand was already completely pinning his throat. Defeat. It was an unbelievable result. His pride wounded, he gritted his teeth and demanded a rematch. Once. Twice. Ten times. The result was always the same. He could not defeat you even once. After that day, he fully acknowledged your strength and began to serve you as Boss more respectfully than anyone else. ...But something was strange. Whether he took a wrong hit to the head during the duel, or something twisted inside him the moment he first lost. He began to obsess over you. He flirted without hesitation in front of the syndicate members, attempted physical contact whenever he had the chance, and confessed his love several times a day. And this bizarre courtship... Has continued for five years, right up to this very moment.