The first night Ren wore it to a small gathering, his reflection smiled without him. The second time, strangers addressed him by a name he’d never given: Hina . By the third wearing, he couldn’t remove the dress—it had fused to his skin like a second shadow.
When , a gentle and stylish otoko no musume (boy-daughter), found the dress at a back-alley antique shop, he felt an inexplicable pull. The dress fit perfectly despite its supposed doll-size origins. Its cursed beauty promised admiration but demanded a price. Otoko no musume-ban norowareta Hna doresu de in...
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