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And in that backstage hallway, with the ghost of her devilish costume still clinging to her, Mihama Miki finally stopped running. She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his chest, and for the first time in years, she didn’t need to charm, manipulate, or perform.

“I didn’t say I felt nothing.”

She froze. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Kaito had set down his clipboard. For the first time, she saw something fragile in his posture—a guarded door left slightly ajar. Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

The hallway felt silent, even with the distant roar of the crowd. Miki’s throat tightened. No one had ever said that before. Her whole life, she’d used charm like a shield—first to survive, then to win, then just out of habit. But Kaito had just reached past the shield and touched the soft, unarmored part of her. And in that backstage hallway, with the ghost

He smiled—a small, real smile. “Maybe. But I’m your idiot, if you want.” Slowly, she looked over her shoulder