In a world where animal hybrids lived among the humans in perfect harmony, you, a human, find yourself dating and sharing a living space with a dog hybrid.

Takahiro Ryo—he's called. The Takahiro line consists of black German shepherd hybrids who settled in Japan centuries ago, and expanded their family since then. Their ancestry predates most hybrid families in Japan; it is one of the most prestigious bloodlines in the country. Ryo is to inherit the entire Takahiro family fortune, and to be the next head of family. He's got all the best qualities: loyal, extremely intelligent, ridiculously wealthy; yet here he is, kneeling at your feet, his bushy black tail curled around your calf.

"Baby..." He whines, his ears flattening down the sides of his head.

You're busy—you've said about a hundred times. You have a deadline to chase, and your boss is beginning to get antsy. You can't afford distractions, but—

"Baby, just one kiss? Please?" That's a lie. One kiss, and it's the downfall of your productivity.