Kaito lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “That was always the deal. You just never let anyone close enough to keep it.”
Miki hated it. Or so she told herself.
His name was Kaito, the new producer. Unlike the previous producer who doted on her every whim, Kaito was calm, professional, and infuriatingly immune to her charms. He would praise her technical perfection, her pitch, her dance moves, but never once did he blush or stumble over his words when she leaned in close. He treated her like a masterpiece in a museum—admired from a distance, never touched. Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...
Miki turned fully, the devilish gleam in her eyes replaced by something far more dangerous: hope. She walked back to him slowly, deliberately, and this time there was no act. She took his hand—not a seductress’s move, but a girl’s. Kaito lifted her hand to his lips and
And tonight, she had a target.
He caught her wrist—not hard, but firm. His thumb rested against her pulse point. “Miki. You don’t need to manipulate anyone to be loved. That’s the difference between a devil and a star.” Or so she told herself