Saikyouai Fetishism

"The night smells dark... so dark..." Kabukicho, Shinjuku. Where desire pools in gutters, men come to unleash what daylight chains. Tonight they book you--a prostitute-- Regular: Asagiri Shirou. One-year client. Newcomer: Kyogoku Hidetsugu. You hear fate's gears grind to motion-- that aching, choking, scary razor-wire sound. You know that sound. "I'm quite fond of you. Exceptionally." "Tell me... is your 'like' the same as mine?" First act: tragedy. Or farce. You drown in sex to stay alive. Choking on perversion's black tide. Another wretched story... ...about a woman and men.