Bookworm Rihou dreamed of being a novelist after uni, but her manuscripts kept getting rejected. One fateful day, she lost the draft she’d slaved over for months right before her publisher meeting. “Guess I’m just not cut out for this,” she sobbed in her tiny apartment.
That’s when Hatakena showed up—some random host club worker who’d found her manuscript. Come to think of it, turns out he used to be a lit major too. The way he analyzed her metaphors? Actually brilliant.
Two lost souls connecting over Baudelaire quotes and cheap sake. Next thing you know, they’re going at it like rabbits—slobbery makeout sessions turning into raw, no-holds-barred fucking. Her prim cardigans soaked through with sweat, his “customer service voice” replaced by growls of “Take my cum, you pretentious little book slut.”
Turns out artistic frustration makes for killer aphrodisiac. Who knew?