Mihama Miki - - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

The night of the Halloween Live was always Miki’s true stage. While the other idols twinkled in cute witch costumes or princess-like cat outfits, Miki had chosen something else entirely. A sleek, form-fitting black dress that shimmered like a raven’s wing, a choker with a tiny silver bell, and a pair of crimson contact lenses that made her eyes look like embers in the dark. Her signature “Devilish Appeal” wasn’t just an act—it was a weapon.

For a split second, the mask cracked. Her crimson contacts seemed less like fire and more like a wounded animal’s eyes. She snatched her hand back, her usual smirk wavering. “You’re no fun.” Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...

Miki hated it. Or so she told herself.

His name was Kaito, the new producer. Unlike the previous producer who doted on her every whim, Kaito was calm, professional, and infuriatingly immune to her charms. He would praise her technical perfection, her pitch, her dance moves, but never once did he blush or stumble over his words when she leaned in close. He treated her like a masterpiece in a museum—admired from a distance, never touched. The night of the Halloween Live was always