A dilapidated apartment stood in an unremarkable corner of the neighborhood. Fresh from school, Tsubaki Ryuurikawa wandered aimlessly along the street, her face clouded with sorrow and listlessness.
A melancholic aura enveloped her.
Once a lofty noble heiress, she was now a fallen aristocrat. If not for the invitation from that woman to join the Himegami Society, she wouldn't even be able to afford school, let alone survive.
The trauma of her family's downfall left Tsubaki pale and haggard. Sleepless nights and listless days haunted her; whenever she closed her eyes, vivid images of her family being driven to their deaths flashed in her mind…
How could she forget such bone-deep hatred? The noble lady, whose life had been upended, cared little for school, survival, or the luxurious aristocratic lifestyle. She joined the Himegami Society solely because it promised her revenge.
Though there'd been no progress so far, she had no choice but to trust the cult and that woman.
Lost in heavy thoughts, Tsubaki drew the gazes of men on the street. Despite no longer wearing luxurious dresses or exquisite jewelry, clad only in a worn school uniform and patched clothes, her charm remained undeniable.
Her tall figure and perfectly proportioned slender legs gave an impression of frailty, yet certain areas were strikingly voluptuous—full where they should be, delicate where they weren't.
The uniform and short skirt accentuated her chest and hips, tracing perfect curves. Combined with her exquisite, breathtaking features and the cold, melancholic beauty she exuded, it was no wonder passersby kept stealing glances, with many men, including delinquents, attempting to approach her—only to be repelled by her piercing, almost soul-penetrating eyes.
"Himegami Society…"
The organization was loosely structured, rarely requiring her presence at the cult's base. They even provided occasional financial support, though Tsubaki didn't care about that.
All she wanted was revenge.
Rounding a corner toward her temporary, rundown apartment, Tsubaki's raised foot froze mid-step. Her perpetually cold expression shifted dramatically.
A Koenigsegg was parked in front of the apartment building, the sleek supercar a stark contrast to the decrepit surroundings. Leaning against it was a blond, Western-faced young man, staring at Tsubaki with unmasked desire and greed. His lascivious gaze seemed to devour her whole, filling her with disgust and nausea—but more than that, fear and hatred.
"Ryuurikawa… I thought you'd come crawling to me soon enough, but you joined some obscure cult instead? What can that insignificant group do for you? Live in poverty, scraping by—is that enough for you?"
The blond youth, Boyman, approached with menacing pressure, his demeanor mocking. "You were once an impressive noble lady. Look at you now—just a street chicken."
"Boyman…"
The architect of the Ryuurikawa family's ruin, the target of Tsubaki's vengeance. She glared at him with seething hatred, her slender fists clenched, trembling uncontrollably.
"That's the look—perfect," Boyman grinned wickedly. "I can't wait to see that expression in bed, glaring at me with rage while you're forced to endure my ravishing! It'll be thrilling, haha!"
"What do you want with me?" Tsubaki's pupils shrank, stepping back in panic, only to find her path blocked by two suited bodyguards. She turned to flee, but their hands pressed down on her shoulders, immobilizing her.
"Let me go!! You bastards! Let me go, Boyman!! You—!"
Her shouts drew a small crowd, but when the bodyguards subtly revealed the guns at their waists, the onlookers lowered their heads and scattered.
"All of the Ryuurikawa family's assets are mine now—including you," Boyman said, eyeing the girl's stunning figure with insatiable lust. Even having collected many maids, he'd never seen one as exquisite as Tsubaki.
That's why he was so obsessed.
No matter what, he wouldn't let this woman go. He had to make her his, eager to toy with her now, to ravage this alluring girl in bed.
To see her cry in despair, to watch her become his captive…
"Ryuurikawa Tsubaki, you can't escape. You'll be my slave, my carnal toy. No matter how you struggle, you won't escape my grasp," Boyman said, stepping closer, staring at her exquisite face and her furious, hateful expression.
"You might feel pain and despair at first, but soon you'll see I'm your true destiny. You'll revel in the pleasure and joy I bring, lost in the ecstasy—until you realize, Tsubaki, what you truly crave…"
In the end, this vile, shameless creep just wanted her body. How could Tsubaki not see it? His lecherous expression and filthy desires were obvious every time he looked at her.
Biting her soft lips, she wanted to resist, but the bodyguards held her fast. Her beautiful face framed by disheveled bangs, her heart sank as Boyman brazenly ogled her.
"Take her upstairs… to her apartment. Take everything from her, let her see how I ravage her," Boyman's wicked grin revealed his depraved nature as he signaled.
"Let her face reality—a mere Ryuurikawa has no right to defy me!"
Tears glistened in Tsubaki's eyes as she was dragged into the apartment like a lifeless doll. In the cramped, dingy room, Boyman sneered in disdain, but his smile returned when he saw the despairing, stunned girl.
"Honestly, this place is pathetic, but no matter… Enjoying Tsubaki Ryuurikawa here will be a novel experience. Why aren't you struggling anymore? Have you accepted reality's cruelty?"
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, show you paradise…"
His words fell on deaf ears. Tsubaki was consumed by crushing despair, her heart shrouded in bleak darkness. Her family, her loved ones, mercilessly destroyed. She, the sole survivor, had thought she could seek revenge.
In the end, she was just a toy in their eyes—unable to resist or avenge, destined to become his plaything, humiliated as a lowly slave.
In this moment, Tsubaki Ryuurikawa sank into profound despair.