The Cold Executive Mistook His ♡ Partner

In the dark room, only the pale blue light of the smartphone dimly illuminated Haato's greasy face.

Haato trembled her obese body and exhaled a rapturous breath at the low, calm voice heard through the earphones.

Tapping on the smartphone keyboard, Haato sent an image she found online.

──A stolen photo of someone, somewhere (Yomi).

She pressed her fingers down hard on the smartphone keyboard.

Looking at the photo sent by Haato displayed on the smartphone screen, Sera forgot to breathe.

A shock like being struck by lightning ran through the depths of his chest.

Conscious of her fragile and cute girl's voice, Haato spoke the words of invitation coaxingly, not hiding her longing for Sera.

—And so, the meeting was set for the weekend at the station square.

Thirty minutes before the meeting time. A man who stood out significantly was standing in the square where the shadows of skyscrapers fell.

Yomi, who was just waiting for another matter without knowing anything.

Near the clock tower in the square, Yomi, who had stopped as if waiting for someone, flew into Sera's field of vision.

Sera's time stops.

The person exactly like the image sent by Haato was standing right before his eyes.

He called out to Yomi in a sweet, soft voice he had never directed toward anyone before.