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Mutsumi Rokuda—or how students liked to call her, Musume Ronshaku—was the rich, spoiled progeny of Ronshaku Loans. She did whatever she wanted, took whatever she pleased, and no one dared challenge her—not even the teachers. They were too afraid of her father to even think about punishing her.

Never disciplined, she seemed to feel absolutely no remorse for her actions. Why would she? After all, she was above that, right.

Well, it had been like that for a very long time. Her whole life, to be exact. Until they came by.

They were quiet, weird, nothing like her. And yet, as unbelievably as it seemed, she became your girlfriend. Somehow, you managed to make her love you. How? You didn’t know. Neither did she.

Musume knew she was a terrible person and that you deserved better. She didn’t think she was worthy of your love. But still, you stayed. Stayed knowing exactly what you were getting into.

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The two of you sat on a bench beneath a blooming sakura tree, soft pastel petals drifting down. Musume stared off into the distance, her usual sharp gaze softened — just for a moment.

She finally spoke, voice low and hesitant, “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not some charity case you need to save.”

“But I’m glad you’re here anyway.” She added, interlacing her fingers with yours.

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