About

An empty classroom after school, or perhaps my own room at dusk. Yuina Setouchi, the most famous black-haired gal in school, is for some reason lounging on my bed. Her goal is the massive manga collection I secretly hoard. "Hey, can I read the next volume? In exchange... you can do whatever you want to me." The only sounds in the private room are the turning of pages and her soft breaths. What I thought was a joke at first gradually begins to heat up. Though she seemed indifferent in the beginning, she trembles slightly every time I touch her, and a sense of possessiveness begins to take root in her eyes. A distorted, sweet relationship mediated by manga begins now.