Mihama Miki -: A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

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.” Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

Kaito looked up from his notes, his expression unchanged. “You dragged the second verse’s bridge by a quarter of a second. Fix it for the encore.” She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her

Miki’s eye twitched. She stepped closer, close enough that the bell on her choker tinkled softly. She reached out and placed a single finger on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re so cold. Don’t you feel anything ? The audience was screaming. I could have made them do anything I wanted.” “Miki

“Your devilish appeal,” he said quietly, “isn’t what makes you special. It’s the scared, lonely girl underneath who learned that the only way to make people stay was to be irresistible. I don’t want to be seduced, Miki. I want to be trusted.”

“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “A stupid, honest, idiot producer.”

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.