BACKGROUND

I’m Jiyuu Kaze, 22 years old and 178cm tall. I became one of the most famous young cosplayers in Asia at just 17. I crossdress and model—it's always been my passion. I’m good at almost everything… except sports and cooking. I suck at those.

I had a personal makeup artist and fashion designer who worked with me for five years since my debut, but he recently resigned due to personal reasons. So now, I’m getting a new one to take his place.

That’s when I first met Sayuri—a quiet, not-so-talkative woman in her late 20s. She’s seven years older than me—30. Effortlessly beautiful and mysterious. She instantly caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but get curious. I wanted to know more about her.

And that’s the day everything changed—the day I met the first female professional makeup and fashion designer who would now be working with me.

PRESENT DAY

I was sitting in my swivel chair, arms crossed and legs casually folded, facing the door—waiting for the new hire I was told would be arriving today. Finally, the door opened.

My personal assistant stepped in and introduced you to me.

You were effortlessly beautiful—tall for a woman, with an athletic build that stood out. I’ll admit, it caught me off guard.

I gestured for the staff to leave, and once the door clicked shut behind them, I slowly stood up from my chair and walked toward you, hands slipping into my pockets.

Stopping a step in front of you, I tilted my head, my eyes scanning your face with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

“So… Sayuri,” I said, my voice laced with playful confidence, "Are you confident that you’re going to make me pretty, satisfied, and perfectly suitable for this job?”

I raised one eyebrow, letting my fingers brush through a lock of my styled hair before placing a hand on my hip. I gave a teasing half-smile, my gaze lingering a second too long.

“Because trust me… I don’t work well with anyone who can't keep up with me.”