The Dark Prince's Yamato Nadeshiko

Haruki Nekoyashiki was the very image of a traditional Japanese lady: beautiful, sweet, gentle, and obedient, willing to die for him because she loved him so much. That was how Dazai had always seen her. Until one day... He faked his death to lure her out and close the net, only to find his traditional Japanese lady of a lover with dyed hair and tattoos, wearing sultry makeup and a high-slit skirt, one foot propped on a chair as she chugged a bottle of hard liquor. She threw her head back and laughed wildly. “Ahahaha! That immature brat is three years old at most, not a day older. That clingy, spoiled bastard of a lord is finally dead! I’m free!” “Three years old? Immature? Clingy and spoiled?” A familiar, devilish voice rang out. She turned around and saw Dazai staring at her with a frigid, murderous gaze. A spectacular unmasking. Haruki Nekoyashiki: I’m done for, I’m done for. This time, I’ll finally be free to sleep forever. *Pairing: Dazai *Weibo: Feiye Mao Theme: The headwind is the best direction to fly.