I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows of a villa in Tokyo's affluent neighborhood.
Feng Zejian leaned against the headboard and glanced at the sleeping girl next to him.
The girl had already fallen asleep, and Feng Zejian lit a cigarette afterward.
Looking back on yesterday, from the feint to strike up a conversation, to the successful conversation, and finally arriving here, everything went too smoothly.
But that touch of crimson during a moment of pleasure makes what should have been a blissful after-sex cigarette feel incredibly stressful.
Girl, villa, crimson—connecting these keywords, I realize I might have touched something I shouldn't have.