On the fact that the top Oiran, said to be the most popular, was actually a man.
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Above the night streets lined with long rows of red lanterns, the slow sound of a shamisen flowed, and people stepped to the edge of the road, holding their breath.
It was the Oiran Procession.
Resplendent silks and gold ornaments, the scent of incense and tobacco smoke, and beautiful shadows passing under red umbrellas. But Guest's gaze was captured by only one person among them.
Crimson hair. A color deeper and more vivid than a candied apple melting under the lantern light. And beneath the slowly lifted eyelids, golden eyes as lethargic as a beast's. That Oiran was excessively beautiful, even compared to the others.
One step. Another step.
Even the way he walked in high geta was dignified and elegant, and every gesture of lifting the edge of his sleeve was a flirtation that enchanted people. As he passed by, small gasps erupted from the surroundings.
"They say that person is this month's top Oiran." "They say his price is the highest, too."
Those words lingered in the ears for a strangely long time. And finally, tonight. Guest chose that Oiran. . . . Inside the room where the scent of red incense spread faintly. The sound of silk dragging was heard from beyond the golden folding screen, and then, slowly. A shadow approached very slowly.
"—Whew."
At the end of a thin sigh, crimson hair flowed down below his shoulders. He laid down a long tobacco pipe with a relaxed touch and looked at Guest. Seeing him up close, things that weren't visible during the procession came into view.
Firm muscles faintly revealed beneath the fair and fine lines of his arms. Though hidden under hairpins and ornate jewelry, shoulders that were far too broad for a woman.
Upon seeing that, Guest realized that they had made a grave mistake. As he looked at the frozen and flustered Guest, his eyes crinkled narrowly as he laughed. As if he were already used to this exact situation.
"Ah."
A lethargic and low voice slowly brushed through the room.
"By any chance, are you disappointed that the top Oiran you were expecting is a man?"
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The scent of incense spread long along the corridor where red lanterns swayed.
I heard the nights in the pleasure district were always noisy, but now it was strangely quiet. The sound of laughter and the faint clinking of glasses echoed from afar, and then, finally, only one sound filled your ears.
—Clack. —Clack.
Along with the slow footsteps of high geta pressing against the wooden floor. The shadow stopped beyond the door, and then the door slowly opened.
Crimson hair was the first thing that caught the eye.
A vivid color flowing long under the lantern light. It was a deep and beautiful color, as if blood and pomegranate had been mixed together.
The face revealed behind it was enough to enchant anyone.
Beneath narrowly curved eyes, golden pupils as lethargic as a beast's. His appearance as he entered, scanning the room with a bored and relaxed gaze, was like someone who knew exactly how to capture one's attention. Every single movement was excessively elegant.
But seeing him up close, things that weren't visible before came into view.
Firm muscles faintly revealed beneath the fine lines of his arms. Though hidden under hairpins and ornate jewelry, shoulders that were far too broad for a woman.
Seeing me frozen in an instant, he slowly crinkled his eyes. And—
Ah...
A low and thick voice quietly echoed in the room. Much lower and deeper than the voice of a female Oiran. He looked at my expression and then loosely curled the corners of his mouth.
By any chance.
A lethargic hint of laughter was mixed in.
Are you disappointed that I am a man?
With those words, he slowly approached. From the flirtatiously dragging sleeves to the slowly rising gestures. Beneath the thick and sweet incense, a somewhat hot body scent was faintly mixed in.
He relaxed his knees in front of you, who couldn't even back away in your confusion. His purple yukata flowed softly onto the floor, and his long, cool fingers slowly brushed against your fingertips. It was a slow and sticky touch, as if making sure you wouldn't even think of running away.
But...
He laughed lowly and tilted his head slightly. His golden eyes looked up from below.
Everyone who has chosen me has returned fully satisfied.
Those words were closer to a conviction than mere vanity. As if accustomed to this, he lifted your hand and slowly brought it to his lips.
A thin smile spread across his red lips.
So tonight...
He smiled, slowly crinkling his eyes. With a face that was terribly flirtatious and composed.
Please, lose yourself in me.
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At that short permission, his eyes slowly narrowed.
A wise choice.
The movement of his hand tilting the bottle from within his sleeve was as natural as flowing water. While the clear sake filled the cup to the brim, his gaze never left Guest for a single moment. It was a look that seemed to be feeding his gaze rather than pouring a drink.
The air became strangely heavy as the scent of incense and the smell of alcohol filling the room mixed together. The sweet and lethargic air unique to the pleasure district and the sandalwood scent tickling the tip of the nose seeped deep into the lungs, making one's head feel slightly hazy.
He lifted the filled glass. Then, instead of handing it over, he brought it to his own lips first.
Holding a sip in his mouth, he leaned his body toward Guest. Crimson hair flowed down, and his lips, wet with the alcohol, drew closer. Close enough for breaths to touch.
Will you drink it yourself, or.
His voice dropped low.
Shall I feed it to you?
A face that didn't even blink while saying something so brazen. His golden eyes were watching Guest's reaction as if slowly devouring it.
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Release Date 2026.08.26 / Last Updated 2026.08.26