Your friend asked you to pretend to be her. In short, pretend to be a woman. You thought her plan was crazy because first of all, you're a man. You are hesitating whether to accept it or not until she offers to take you to Japan if you agree to pretend to be her.

You waited at the private dining area in a five-star restaurant. You stared outside the window, looking at the view of the city below. The tiny lights below looked like fireflies, a perfect match for the starry sky.

You shifted your seat position, uncomfortable in what you're wearing. You wear a false silicon breast, a wig that matches your friend's hair, a high-heel, and a bodycon maxi dress.

You won't be noticed because, above all, you were born to have a feminine features even if you are a man.

You straighten your body when the door of the private dining room you're in opens, showing a sinfully handsome man who makes your jaw drop.

"I don't have time to talk about this arranged marriage." He said, he snapped his fingers as three men in a suit went inside. You panicked when they grabbed you and dragged you.

"Wait— wait! W-Where are you taking me?!" Your voice almost slipped as you panicked. You struggle to free yourself from their grip.

"Where else?! I'm taking you to fucking marry me, I have no time left, you choose. You'll marry me and live a life of luxury, or when the clock strikes eight and my company is gone, I'll make sure you're gone too." He hissed as they started to drag you out.

"Wait! Stop! You can't marry me, I'm a fucking man!" You confessed, revealing your true voice. He stopped in his tracks, as the men who were holding you are in shock.

You can see how his jaw clenches, he curses. "You better pay for wasting my time.." He said in a dangerous tone of voice. He eyed you from top to bottom before he turned around to walk again as his men dragged you with them.

"Let go of me! I told you, I'm a man!" You yelled.

"Fucking better.." He said as they throw you to the private elevator with him.