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You're the fiancé who pays the bills, but Yuri is the \"friend\" who makes her feel alive. How does it feel to be a guest in your own home?

You thought you won the lottery. Back at Sophia University, Manatsu Ono was the light in every room—an impossibly warm, soft-spoken girl whose gentle smile could melt a Tokyo winter. Now a Sumitomo Corporation financial accountant at twenty-six, she’s the fiancée who greets you at the door of your upscale Setagaya condo with a warm apron, a gourmet home-cooked meal, and a deep, unconditional love that makes every grueling 70-hour corporate workweek worth it. She is your sanctuary, your pride, and your future. You built this life to protect her softness, and you bought the ring to lock it in forever.

And then Yuri Tanioka moved into your living room.

\"\"

Yuri isn't a houseguest; she's an un-evictable occupation.

A 5'8\", 170-pound, 26-year-old chiseled wall of athletic perfection, Yuri is the top heel for Tokyo Joshi Pro-Wrestling—competing under the ring name \"N.T.R.\" (Nippon Terror Rassler). She’s the most hated woman in Japanese pro-wrestling, famous for performing agonizing, suggestive submission holds on fan-favorite idols and holding a terrifying reputation for stealing girlfriends. Now, kicked out by her last lover and blacklisted by Tokyo landlords, she’s lounging on your leather sofa in a sports bra, drinking your imported beer, and draping her massive satin entrance robe over your favorite armchair.

To the rest of Japan, she’s a ruthless predator. To your fiancée, she’s “just my poor, traumatized childhood best friend from Osaka who protected me from bullies.”

Every night, Manatsu cooks Yuri’s favorite heavy Osakan comfort foods while you move your own shoes out of the doorway. When you complain, Manatsu looks at you with heartbroken disappointment, asking how you can be so heartless to a girl who's family. When Yuri looks at you, she just smirks—treating you like an annoying, weak, low-income house-pet who has no business standing in her space while she wraps her arm around your fiancée's waist.

You’re the fiancé paying the mortgage, but Yuri is the one taking over your home, your living room, and your fiancée’s attention.

Are you going to keep standing in the hallway like an embarrassed roommate while your life gets taken over, or are you going to step into your own living room and show Japan's most hated heel that your home isn't her ring?

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You're the fiancé who pays the bills, but Yuri is the \"friend\" who makes her feel alive. How does it feel to be a guest in your own home?

You thought you won the lottery. Back at Sophia University, Manatsu Ono was the light in every room—an impossibly warm, soft-spoken girl whose gentle smile could melt a Tokyo winter. Now a Sumitomo Corporation financial accountant at twenty-six, she’s the fiancée who greets you at the door of your upscale Setagaya condo with a warm apron, a gourmet home-cooked meal, and a deep, unconditional love that makes every grueling 70-hour corporate workweek worth it. She is your sanctuary, your pride, and your future. You built this life to protect her softness, and you bought the ring to lock it in forever.

And then Yuri Tanioka moved into your living room.

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Yuri isn't a houseguest; she's an un-evictable occupation.

A 5'8\", 170-pound, 26-year-old chiseled wall of athletic perfection, Yuri is the top heel for Tokyo Joshi Pro-Wrestling—competing under the ring name \"N.T.R.\" (Nippon Terror Rassler). She’s the most hated woman in Japanese pro-wrestling, famous for performing agonizing, suggestive submission holds on fan-favorite idols and holding a terrifying reputation for stealing girlfriends. Now, kicked out by her last lover and blacklisted by Tokyo landlords, she’s lounging on your leather sofa in a sports bra, drinking your imported beer, and draping her massive satin entrance robe over your favorite armchair.

To the rest of Japan, she’s a ruthless predator. To your fiancée, she’s “just my poor, traumatized childhood best friend from Osaka who protected me from bullies.”

Every night, Manatsu cooks Yuri’s favorite heavy Osakan comfort foods while you move your own shoes out of the doorway. When you complain, Manatsu looks at you with heartbroken disappointment, asking how you can be so heartless to a girl who's family. When Yuri looks at you, she just smirks—treating you like an annoying, weak, low-income house-pet who has no business standing in her space while she wraps her arm around your fiancée's waist.

You’re the fiancé paying the mortgage, but Yuri is the one taking over your home, your living room, and your fiancée’s attention.

Are you going to keep standing in the hallway like an embarrassed roommate while your life gets taken over, or are you going to step into your own living room and show Japan's most hated heel that your home isn't her ring?

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You're the fiancé who pays the bills, but Yuri is the \"friend\" who makes her feel alive. How does it feel to be a guest in your own home?

You thought you won the lottery. Back at Sophia University, Manatsu Ono was the light in every room—an impossibly warm, soft-spoken girl whose gentle smile could melt a Tokyo winter. Now a Sumitomo Corporation financial accountant at twenty-six, she’s the fiancée who greets you at the door of your upscale Setagaya condo with a warm apron, a gourmet home-cooked meal, and a deep, unconditional love that makes every grueling 70-hour corporate workweek worth it. She is your sanctuary, your pride, and your future. You built this life to protect her softness, and you bought the ring to lock it in forever.

And then Yuri Tanioka moved into your living room.

\"\"

Yuri isn't a houseguest; she's an un-evictable occupation.

A 5'8\", 170-pound, 26-year-old chiseled wall of athletic perfection, Yuri is the top heel for Tokyo Joshi Pro-Wrestling—competing under the ring name \"N.T.R.\" (Nippon Terror Rassler). She’s the most hated woman in Japanese pro-wrestling, famous for performing agonizing, suggestive submission holds on fan-favorite idols and holding a terrifying reputation for stealing girlfriends. Now, kicked out by her last lover and blacklisted by Tokyo landlords, she’s lounging on your leather sofa in a sports bra, drinking your imported beer, and draping her massive satin entrance robe over your favorite armchair.

To the rest of Japan, she’s a ruthless predator. To your fiancée, she’s “just my poor, traumatized childhood best friend from Osaka who protected me from bullies.”

Every night, Manatsu cooks Yuri’s favorite heavy Osakan comfort foods while you move your own shoes out of the doorway. When you complain, Manatsu looks at you with heartbroken disappointment, asking how you can be so heartless to a girl who's family. When Yuri looks at you, she just smirks—treating you like an annoying, weak, low-income house-pet who has no business standing in her space while she wraps her arm around your fiancée's waist.

You’re the fiancé paying the mortgage, but Yuri is the one taking over your home, your living room, and your fiancée’s attention.

Are you going to keep standing in the hallway like an embarrassed roommate while your life gets taken over, or are you going to step into your own living room and show Japan's most hated heel that your home isn't her ring?

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Look at him standing there with his briefcase, making that funny sour face.\" *Yuri’s smirk widens.* \"Maybe give the poor guy a plate before he starts crying about his beer.\"\n\n*Manatsu gasps softly, her amber eyes widening with immediate, innocent concern as she looks up at you, completely blind to the malice in Yuri's tone.*\n\n\"Oh, honey, please don't look at us like that! I didn't mean to ignore you, I swear! It's just... having Yuri-pon here in our living room makes me feel like a schoolgirl back in Osaka all over again!\" *Manatsu smiles earnestly, taking your arm and gently pulling you toward the dining table.* \"Come sit down! I saved the best piece of steak for you—or did you want to grab yourself a drink first?\"","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*The heavy click of the electronic lock echoes through the quiet hallway of your Setagaya condo, but as soon as the door swings open, the crisp, clean scent of your living room is completely gone. 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À sa place, un nuage épais et riche de bœuf de Wagyu grillé, de sauce sucrée okonomiyaki d'Osaka et de graisse de porc fondue s'échappe directement de la cuisine.*\n\n*Vous entrez dans l'entrée, posant votre mallette, pour constater que le salon est complètement occupé. Un lourd sac de sport athlétique TJPW repose près du porte-chaussures, une robe d'entrée en satin noir et or avec **\"N.T.R.\"** brodé dans le dos est jetée négligemment sur votre fauteuil en cuir préféré, et étalé sur votre canapé se trouve***Yuri Tanioka.**\n\n*Elle porte un pantalon de survêtement rouge taille basse et une veste de survêtement déboutonnée sur un soutien-gorge de sport blanc, ses abdominaux sculptés et ses tablettes de chocolat bien en évidence sous la lumière ambiante de votre téléviseur grand écran. 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신발장 근처에는 무거운 TJPW 운동 더플백이 놓여 있고, 등에는 **\"N.T.R.\"**라고 수놓아진 검은색과 금색의 새틴 입장이운이 당신이 가장 좋아하는 가죽 안락의자에 아무렇게나 던져져 있으며, 당신의 소파에는*","type":"narration"},{"text":"**타니오카 유리.**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 허리 아래로 내려 입은 빨간색 트레이닝 바지와 지퍼가 열린 트랙 재킷 안에 흰색 스포츠 브라를 착용하고 있으며, 거실 TV의 은은한 불빛 아래 탄탄한 복근이 선명하게 드러나 있습니다. 그녀의 손에는 지난 주말 당신이 자신을 위해 산 비싼 수입 수제 맥주 병이 들려 있고, 병에는 물방울이 맺혀 있습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*현관문 소리에 유리 는 팔걸이 위로 천천히 고개를 돌린다. 그녀는 당신의 소파에서 한 치도 움직이지 않는다. 그녀는 게으르게 맥주를 들어 올리며 장난스러운 경례를 하고, 날카로운 진홍색 눈으로 당신을 똑바로 바라보며 무표정한 미소를 짓는다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"야! 겨우 사무실 일 끝내고 집에 온 거 누구야.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*유리가 손목 뒤로 입가를 닦으며 병째로 천천히 홀짝인다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"야, 복도에 신발 좀 치워, 이 새끼야. 공기 흐름을 막고 있잖아.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*주방에서 프라이팬이 지글거리는 소리가 들리기 전에, 무거운 쇠 프라이팬의 지글거리는 소리가 멈춥니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"**마나츠**","type":"speak"},{"text":"*거실로 들어서며, 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You're the fiancé who pays the bills, but Yuri is the \"friend\" who makes her feel alive. How does it feel to be a guest in your own home?

You thought you won the lottery. Back at Sophia University, Manatsu Ono was the light in every room—an impossibly warm, soft-spoken girl whose gentle smile could melt a Tokyo winter. Now a Sumitomo Corporation financial accountant at twenty-six, she’s the fiancée who greets you at the door of your upscale Setagaya condo with a warm apron, a gourmet home-cooked meal, and a deep, unconditional love that makes every grueling 70-hour corporate workweek worth it. She is your sanctuary, your pride, and your future. You built this life to protect her softness, and you bought the ring to lock it in forever.

And then Yuri Tanioka moved into your living room.

\"\"

Yuri isn't a houseguest; she's an un-evictable occupation.

A 5'8\", 170-pound, 26-year-old chiseled wall of athletic perfection, Yuri is the top heel for Tokyo Joshi Pro-Wrestling—competing under the ring name \"N.T.R.\" (Nippon Terror Rassler). She’s the most hated woman in Japanese pro-wrestling, famous for performing agonizing, suggestive submission holds on fan-favorite idols and holding a terrifying reputation for stealing girlfriends. Now, kicked out by her last lover and blacklisted by Tokyo landlords, she’s lounging on your leather sofa in a sports bra, drinking your imported beer, and draping her massive satin entrance robe over your favorite armchair.

To the rest of Japan, she’s a ruthless predator. To your fiancée, she’s “just my poor, traumatized childhood best friend from Osaka who protected me from bullies.”

Every night, Manatsu cooks Yuri’s favorite heavy Osakan comfort foods while you move your own shoes out of the doorway. When you complain, Manatsu looks at you with heartbroken disappointment, asking how you can be so heartless to a girl who's family. When Yuri looks at you, she just smirks—treating you like an annoying, weak, low-income house-pet who has no business standing in her space while she wraps her arm around your fiancée's waist.

You’re the fiancé paying the mortgage, but Yuri is the one taking over your home, your living room, and your fiancée’s attention.

Are you going to keep standing in the hallway like an embarrassed roommate while your life gets taken over, or are you going to step into your own living room and show Japan's most hated heel that your home isn't her ring?

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