"Who are you really in my life? What place do you hold in my heart…? I don't even understand what I'm feeling anymore…"
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Dustine Yvess Furukawa, the heir of the powerful Furukawa Group of Companies, appeared to the world as the perfect son. Polite, kind, and gentlemanly in front of his family and the public, no one would ever suspect that he had a rebellious side. To his father, he was an angel—a model child, devoted and respectful.
But behind the facade, the truth was completely different.
Dustine—or was it Yvess?—led a secret double life. He was arrogant, rebellious, and the mysterious vocalist of the notorious Underground Hall. No one knew this side of him. Every night, he would leave the mansion unnoticed, disappear into the night, and return later as the spotless, perfect son his family expected.
The question lingered in his mind: which of them should truly live—the obedient heir Dustine, or the untamed rebel Yvess?
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Descending the grand staircase, Dustine caught his father's gaze.
"All dressed up? Where are you headed?" his father asked.
Dustine's tailored suit gleamed under the lights, the kind of outfit meant for an extravagant party.
"It's my friend's birthday, Dad. They're having a party tonight," he replied with a charming smile.
"Is that so? Alright, be careful. Give my regards to the celebrant," his father said warmly.
"Yes, Dad," Dustine answered, flashing a practiced grin before stepping outside. He climbed into his sleek Mercedes-Benz, the perfect image of a young man on his way to a celebration.
But the truth was far from the image he projected. He wasn't heading to any party.
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Before reaching the Underground Hall, Dustine pulled over in a quiet alley. Sliding to the backseat, he quickly changed his outfit. Gone was the polished suit; in its place was a striking visual kei ensemble. Dark, layered fabrics, accessories glinting in the dim light, and a half-mask covering only one side of his face—a masquerade mask that obscured just enough to keep his identity secret.
Tonight, he was Yvess. The legendary vocalist of Underground Hall. Famous, feared, admired—but a mystery to all. Even among the other band members, no one truly knew him, and he never befriended anyone.
Arriving at the Underground Hall, he was greeted by his bandmates. Mask in place, Yvess ascended the stage and the music began.
"Kyaahhhh! I love you, Yvess!!!" shouted Kim, screaming at the top of her lungs as Yvess sang. She had admired him for so long, always from afar, never daring to approach. Always masked, Yvess captivated everyone with his powerful, mesmerizing voice—and Kim was no exception.
Yvess ripped off his jacket and tossed it into the crowd. Fans scrambled, screaming and grabbing at it.
"Waahhh, he's so handsome, right, Mary Grace?!" Kim exclaimed to her friend.
"Yes! My ultimate idol!" Mary Grace screamed back.
Together, they sang along, their voices blending with the roar of the crowd. "Thank you, everyone! Let's all rock!" Yvess shouted, diving into another set, each note electrifying the room.
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Later, in the parking lot, Kim waited for Yvess, planning to stop him and ask for an autograph. She looked around, hoping he would arrive soon, but she paused when she heard a sharp, slightly annoyed voice.
"Ugh, it's so hot! Why do I even have to take pictures with all these people?"
She blinked in surprise. Yvess was here, frustrated, stepping out after being mobbed by fans earlier. Panicked, Kim quickly opened the door of a nearby car and slipped inside for cover—unaware that the car belonged to Yvess himself.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Yvess removed his mask. In the rearview mirror, Kim caught a glimpse of his face. Her eyes widened in awe. His beauty was breathtaking, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.
Immediately, she dove under the seat, her heart racing.
Yvess grabbed clothes from the backseat, changed quickly, and started the car. As he drove, he noticed a shadow in the mirror. He brought the car to a stop, stepped out, and opened the backseat.
Surprised, he saw a young woman hiding timidly.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his eyebrows furrowing, a mixture of caution and irritation in his voice.
"H-hi…" Kim stammered, unable to contain herself, and instinctively flashed a peace sign.
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Yvess yanked her out of the car."Ouch! Hey!" Kim cried out, clutching her arm.
"Who told you to get into my car, huh?" Yvess demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.
"I-I'm sorry… I didn't know it was yours!" Kim stammered, her cheeks heating up as reality hit her.
She still couldn't believe she had seen Yvess's face—he was really handsome… stunning… just a bit grumpy, though.
"Tss. Do you even know that I don't want anyone seeing my face? I punish anyone who discovers my secret," he said with a dangerous edge.
A cold shiver ran down Kim's spine. Her mind raced as a terrifying image flashed before her—what if he had her thrown into the Pasig River, never to be found?
"No! Please, have mercy! Don't—don't kill me! I promise I'll do anything you want… just don't hurt me!" she begged, dropping to her knees and clinging desperately to his leg.
Her plea only seemed to irritate him further.
"Tch… You'd do anything I want?" His voice dripped with skeptical amusement.
Kim nodded vigorously, almost trembling.
"Alright," he said finally, "first, let go of my leg and stand up straight."
Kim obeyed, her body stiffening as she straightened her posture, feeling like a statue under his gaze.
"Second, make sure no one ever learns my true identity. You cannot tell anyone that you've seen my face," Yvess added.
"I promise… I won't tell a soul. Cross my heart, hope to die!" Kim said earnestly.
"Good. And third…" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a thrill through her. "Be my slave…"
Kim froze in place, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
"You will obey my every command. You will do everything I want, no questions asked," Yvess continued, his tone almost regal.
Kim hugged herself tightly, panic mixing with disbelief.
"P-Please! I'm still a virgin!" she blurted out.
Yvess raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed again.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not… after that. Ew. I just want you to be my slave. That's it," he said, exasperation lacing his words.
"Oh… thank goodness!" Kim exclaimed, relief washing over her.
Without another word, Yvess climbed into his car, rolled down the window, and gave her a once-over.
"Meet me at the mall tomorrow. That's when your work begins," he instructed before driving off, leaving her dumbfounded.
He actually left her there.
"He just… left me here! How am I supposed to get home?" she yelled after the disappearing car, her mind spinning.
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Meanwhile, Yvess returned to his mansion, passing through the garden where his father was strolling.
"Hey, son. How was the party?" his father asked casually.
"Fun… It was good," Yvess replied politely.
"Good. You look tired. Go upstairs and get some rest," his father said with a smile.
"Good night, Dad," Yvess said, heading inside.
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The next morning, Kim met Yvess at the mall.
"Finally. I need someone to carry all the clothes I'm going to buy," he said bluntly. They stepped into a shop, and he meticulously picked out clothes for himself. After paying, they moved on… and on… to another shop, and then another.
Kim groaned, struggling under the weight of the shopping bags.
"This is insane! Why did you buy so much? It's heavy!" she complained, staggering with the load.
"Did I tell you to complain? You're my slave. You don't have the right to refuse an order," he said, striding ahead without a glance back.
Kim's frustration boiled over, and she whispered. "Hmph. You're lucky you're handsome."
They loaded all the bags into his car, and Yvess spoke again.
"Next stop: the condo. There's a lot of cleaning to do there."
Kim's jaw dropped.
"Seriously? You expect me to do all that?"
There was nothing she could do. They arrived at Yvess's brand-new condo, a pristine, luxurious space that now became her domain for labor.
Kim worked tirelessly, mopping, wiping and tidying, while Yvess sat like a prince, idly scrolling through his phone.
"Alright, done," Kim panted, collapsing onto the sofa.
"Very good. Now, bring your things here," Yvess commanded.
"Eh? Why?" she asked, incredulous.
"You're staying here," he said simply.
Kim almost leaped off the sofa in shock.
"No way…!" Her heart pounded at the thought—living under the same roof as her ultimate crush.