"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

The warm twilight bathed the deep booths, the aroma of dark roasted coffee mingling with the cool scent of milk, a subtle ambiguity permeating the tranquility.

When I arrived at Sakamoto-ya, I thought it was closed.

I only realized someone was there when I pushed the door open.

The manager didn't look pleased when he saw Sakamoto Yu; he silently pointed in the direction where Nakayama Miho was.

Sakamoto Yu nodded to his manager and walked in the direction indicated.

There wasn't a single stranger in the entire store, not even a waiter.

It was clearly arranged in advance by Miho Nakayama.

Upon arriving at the private room, Sakamoto Yu knocked on the door, and a muffled sound came from inside.

Sakamoto Yu's heart raced slightly as he opened the door and went inside.

The private room was simply furnished with a sofa and a coffee table.

Two cups of hot coffee, served in porcelain cups, emitting a faint steam.

Miho Nakayama wore a black strapless dress, her legs crossed, her hands supporting her on the sofa, her posture graceful and proud, displaying her youthful and beautiful figure.

He looked at Sakamoto Yu with affection in his eyes.

With her lips adorned with glossy lipstick and her cheeks flushed red, she sat on a raised platform, her gaze sweeping upwards, capturing his silhouette perfectly.

Sakamoto Yu stood at the door, looked for two seconds, and then went inside.

He closed the door and asked, "Have you been waiting long?"

Miho Nakayama's gaze had been fixed on Yu Sakamoto ever since he entered.

"No, I just arrived too." Miho Nakayama's voice was a little lower than usual.

Sakamoto Yu sat down next to her, the distance between them less than a fist's width.

A fresh scent of soap wafted from Miho Nakayama.

"Your manager doesn't seem too happy." Sakamoto Yu looked at the two coffees on the table, picked up the extra one, and took a sip.

"When has he ever been happy?"

"Never mind him."

Miho Nakayama leans forward with her upper body facing Sakamoto Yu, revealing a deep and secluded view as she bends down.

Sakamoto Yu turned to look at her, his gaze sweeping over her from bottom to top.

Zhongshan felt his gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he straightened his chest, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes held a defiant and provocative look.

Sakamoto reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear.

Her body trembled slightly when my fingertips touched her earlobe.

He didn't pull his hand back; instead, he moved it down her ear, brushing the back of his fingers against her jawline.

Zhongshan's breathing became a little heavier.

"You've been so quiet today," she said, her voice a little strained.

Want to chat?

Miho Nakayama's eyes, which seemed to drip with tears, were fixed on him. She nodded slightly and then shook her head.

"Be gentle, I still have to record a song later."

Sakamoto Yu didn't realize what this had to do with recording a song.

"They'll see!" Zhongshan said playfully, giving Sakamoto Yu a playful slap when she saw his expression.

"Don't kiss me..."

Sakamoto Yu didn't let her finish speaking.

When he kissed him, Zhongshan's hand instinctively braced against his chest, but only for a moment, without pushing him away.

The kiss was shallow, a little tentative. The lip balm smelled like strawberries, a little sticky and a little sweet.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she gently closed her eyes.

Sakamoto Yu's lips brushed against hers, one after another, as if waiting for her permission.

Zhongshan was so a little impatient from his rubbing that he leaned forward half an inch to make the kiss permanent.

Her hand slid from Sakamoto Yu's collar to the back of his neck, her fingertips digging into his hair.

His palm was placed on Zhongshan's waist.

The black dress was thin, revealing warm skin underneath. He drew a half-circle with his thumb at her waist.

Zhongshan made a very soft sound from his throat.

Her breathing became unsteady, her breath hitting his face, hot and carrying the aroma of roasted coffee.

With a "click," the shackles of desire in Sakamoto Yu's heart were broken, and his actions became increasingly domineering.

Miho Nakayama trembled, her mouth opened slightly, and he went in.

Her fingers went from clenching to loosening, then clenching again, back and forth, unsure of where to put them.

Finally, she found a place to put it—she hugged Sakamoto Yu's neck tightly.

The sound seemed to be amplified infinitely.

The sound of the lips parting and closing is like a kitten drinking water, soft and delicate.

She made a very small sound between breaths.

The last syllable of the "hmm" was mostly swallowed, with only a tiny bit leaking out.

Sakamoto Yu opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Miho Nakayama closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. The blush on her cheeks had spread from her cheekbones to her ears, and her neck was also red, with her entire collarbone and above being red.

He had never seen anyone blush so brightly.

Sakamoto Yu withdrew his gaze and continued kissing.

This time the rhythm changed, from slow to fast, and then suddenly slowed down again.

When Zhongshan was being carried quickly, he was breathing rapidly, and his cheeks and ears were burning hot.

Then, without warning, Sakamoto Yu stopped, his lips half an inch away from hers, his nose brushing against hers, their breaths mingling, indistinguishable as to whose.

【Ding】

[Task: Vent your inner frustration (Completed)]

[Reward: Vehicle Driving Proficiency]

Zhongshan opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused, and it took him several seconds to focus before he could make out his face.

"You..." she said, then swallowed.

Sakamoto Yu remained silent, simply gazing at her quietly.

He had Zhongshan lipstick on his lips, a shiny strawberry color.

When Zhongshan saw this, he reached out to help him wipe it off, but his hand was grabbed halfway through.

Sakamoto Yu put her hand on his shoulder and then kissed her again.

This time, there was no preamble; we went straight into the alley.

Her hands went around Sakamoto Yu's neck, clasped behind his shoulders, and her fingertips gripped his coat.

The kiss had stopped at this point and was more like two people fighting for the same breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally parted ways.

Miho Nakayama's lips were swollen, as expected.

She gasped for breath.

"You're toxic," she said, her voice hoarse.

After saying that, Miho Nakayama glared at him reproachfully, then buried her face in his chest and refused to come out.

Sakamoto Yu enjoyed a moment of peace.

His hand touched Zhongshan's waist through his clothes.

The frustration of failing the audition completely disappeared.

After all, who else could tame a top female idol so completely in the middle of the night?

Although the two haven't crossed that line yet, Sakamoto Yu, who was ready to make a move, had already broken through the barrier.

As for the reasons for not pushing forward...

Sakamoto looked down at Nakayama Miho, who was resting her head on his chest and breathing slightly.

Unlike Yasuko Sawaguchi, she is clearly a bit love-struck.

If the relationship is rushed, the delicate balance can easily be broken.

It's best to maintain the status quo until we have the capacity to handle it.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of distractions, he activated his senses and brought up the control panel.

The two characters' missions have been revealed:

[Task: Vent your inner frustration (Completed)]

You were banned for five years for clashing with a Johnny's artist, and you have not forgotten the humiliation of the past.

You have a natural hostility towards artists of that faction. Although you won't actively seek revenge, you don't mind giving them a little trouble or making them unhappy if the opportunity arises.

Current progress: 0%

[Reward: Complete Samurai Demeanor (gait, posture, gestures, gaze, and aura)]

[Reward: Equestrian Proficiency]

After receiving his reward, Sakamoto Yu's gaze fell upon another task.

This is a good time to think about how to plan.

But some people were unwilling to give him that opportunity.

The pager in my pocket rang again.

Miho Nakayama nudged him, unwilling to get up, so Yu Sakamoto had no choice but to straighten his back and reach into his pocket to take out a pager.

"Who is it?" Miho Nakayama asked curiously.

Sakamoto glanced at the pager, waved it at her, and said, "My manager."

"Oh." Seeing that it wasn't another woman, Zhongshan's tone became much lighter, and he took the initiative to get up and make way for her.

Sakamoto Yu, seeing through the situation but not pointing it out, asked, "Is there a landline here?"

"Yes, we need to go to the counter." Zhongshan pointed in the direction.

Sakamoto Yu nodded.

At that moment, Zhongshan's agent knocked on the door.

"Nakayama-san, it's time to go record the song."

"Hmm~" Nakayama looked at Sakamoto Yu reluctantly, feeling as if only a few minutes had passed.

Sakamoto Yu smiled and gently patted her head, ruffling it. "Go on, don't keep your manager waiting."