“I’m your new master. You only need to look at me.” How strange… he’s petty and mean, yet the hand that touches is gentle… my insides tighten. Renge has lived surrounded by yakuza since she was young. The one who rescued her from that life was Kyosuke—also a yakuza. The two “practice,” pressing their bodies together. To Renge, Kyosuke’s caresses feel different from those of any man she’s slept with before…? A nameless love story that blooms beautifully even in the mud.