Chapter 16: Betrayal

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Minami Mori’s heart trembled. Yes, why wouldn’t she let Waka Mutsumi leave her? The fact that her own daughter was a monster had always been a secret she tightly kept locked away in her heart. The doctors couldn’t see it, and her husband, Takafumi Waka, with his rough demeanor, was even less aware—only she was left to live in constant fear.

Many sleepless nights were haunted by those terrifying golden eyes of Waka Mutsumi, like a beast’s warning before an attack, opening wide in her nightmares. She would wake up with a start to see Waka Mutsumi sitting expressionless by the window, her golden eyes reflecting the silent night sky.

There was no doubt: this was no ordinary child.

The problem was that even the private doctor she trusted couldn’t find anything wrong with Waka Mutsumi. Those strange golden eyes and supernatural abilities had simply grown with her, casting an indelible shadow on Minami’s heart every time she thought of them.

“Are you really… willing to do this?” Minami Mori asked shakily.

“Old age makes one curious about things never seen before,” Inuyama Ga replied. “I happen to sponsor several psychological treatment centers, so I have a modest understanding and interest in this area.”

As if prepared in advance, Inuyama Ga produced a business card, his voice laced with a mysterious allure.

“If you agree, entrust Waka Mutsumi to me. She will star in the TV drama herself, and I will handle her daily life and unique issues. Naturally, you won’t suffer any loss. You must have heard about that show on Tokyo Electric, the producer is one of my apprentices.”

Choosing between career and daughter was a difficult dilemma, but the choice seemed clear.

It wasn’t about selling her daughter, Minami told herself repeatedly during her hesitation.

She was merely sending Mutsumi to a place more suited for her. Monsters had their own lairs, actors had their own world. Inuyama Ga was no human trafficker; he had made many actresses famous and was reputable.

Minami bit her lip and glanced around. No one noticed what was happening at the table. She decisively pocketed the card, smiling gratefully.

Inuyama Ga’s business cards were precious, specially crafted with gold-plated silver edges, valuable in themselves.

This card represented a promise from Inuyama Ga—an unwritten rule in the industry. Presenting it meant the matter was personally endorsed by him, and many difficult problems would be resolved smoothly.

“Take me to meet our future movie queen,” Inuyama Ga said, folding his arms inside his sleeves as he stood.

The breeze fluttered the hem of the skirt and the ends of light hair. Waka Mutsumi, when quiet, resembled a beautiful girl figurine from an anime, but her gaze was always vacant, sometimes staring far away, sometimes seemingly empty.

Two shadows blocked the light before them. Waka Mutsumi lifted her head in the dimness, looking toward her mother and the elderly man in a kimono beside her.

“Mutsumi, come greet Master Inuyama,” Minami signaled subtly.

“Is he important?” Waka Mutsumi studied Inuyama Ga. The old man looked kind, his smile as warm as sunlight. Not like the uncles who used to visit, all bloated bellies who would accidentally snap their belt buckles onto someone’s plate when sitting down.

She stood up, hands clasped in front, bowing obediently, a few wisps of soft hair falling over her shoulder.

“You really resemble you, Minami, as a child—fresh features. Compared to Mutsumi, my goddaughters seem common and ordinary,” Inuyama Ga praised genuinely.

“Oh, you flatter me,” Minami Mori smiled, pleased despite the complicated relationship with her daughter. Waka Mutsumi truly inherited her beauty, perhaps even surpassing it.

“Is Mutsumi interested in entering show business?” Inuyama Ga asked casually, as if chatting over tea.

“Acting?” Waka Mutsumi blinked, glancing stealthily at her mother, whose face darkened.

“Minami, you’re undoubtedly a hot star now, but the career of a female celebrity is short-lived. In a few years, you’ll reach your peak. Landing popular roles will be difficult. Though people will still respect you as a senior, you’ll be relegated to sitting on judging panels for appearances.”

Inuyama Ga spoke frankly in front of Minami.

Her expression soured slightly but she forced a smile. She understood this truth all too well; otherwise, she wouldn’t have struggled so hard these years.

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“Debuting young is advantageous for actresses. You’re only fifteen. If you wish, I can pave the way for your future. You’d leave school for specialized training, with a packed schedule. The hardship is temporary—just two years. We’ll arrange all the publicity and roles. By eighteen, you could be a national idol.”

“By then, Shibuya’s giant screens will showcase your endorsements. Your name will represent Kyoto fashion. Girls will imitate your makeup, emulate your speech, study your style. Luxury brands will offer extravagant deals, hoping you’ll be their exclusive ambassador. Even a drink you hold in a selfie could save a struggling small brand. Japanese fans have such passionate devotion.”

Inuyama Ga looked into Waka Mutsumi’s eyes, weaving a tempting vision of a bright future.

Few girls could refuse such an offer. Young girls often have vanity, big or small. Fame was right before her, just a nod away. Even if Waka Mutsumi was born with an underdeveloped brain, zero athleticism, unable to sing or dance, Inuyama Ga’s vocal editing could turn her into a diva.

Of course, that was secondary. The most important was her bloodline.

From Minami’s description, Waka Mutsumi clearly possessed strong dragon lineage, the very thing Inuyama Ga prized most.

Yet Waka Mutsumi gently shook her head, lowering her eyelids so he couldn’t read her thoughts.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” Minami felt awkward. Such an invitation from Inuyama Ga was rare; many would kill for this chance. Yet her daughter dared refuse.

But she didn’t lose her temper, instead putting on a harmonious motherly smile, lightly nudging Mutsumi’s hand.

“This is easy. Just follow Master Inuyama’s instructions. Even if you don’t know something, you’ll learn quickly.”

Indeed, not difficult. Acting or singing—any systematic skill—Waka Mutsumi could probably master in moments.

Minami should have had Waka Mutsumi debut early, stepping into the public eye. It wouldn’t be hard for her.

But she was too afraid. Such a monster, once touching acting, would outshine her mother, who would fade into insignificance. Who would care about a middle-aged faded beauty then?

Youth is the greatest asset on screen. If Waka Mutsumi followed Inuyama Ga, adopting a stage name so no one knew she was Minami Mori’s daughter, that would be a blessing.

“Band…” Waka Mutsumi whispered.

“What?” Minami didn’t catch it. Inuyama Ga didn’t either. Minami leaned in closer to hear.

“If I go into acting… I can’t… be in the band,” Waka Mutsumi said, staring at her toes.

“The school band?” Inuyama Ga frowned slightly but kept smiling politely. “What stage presence can something like that have? It’s just a hobby. Since you have musical talent, we can make you a queen of the music world.”

Waka Mutsumi shook her head, her pale green hair swaying.

“No.”

Minami’s face turned pale. She grabbed her daughter’s arm and dragged her aside, pressing both shoulders, head close, staring into her eyes.

“Master Inuyama is the top star in Japan’s entertainment world! Don’t you know how many people are waiting for this chance? Your father and I—we have to answer to him!”

Minami lowered her voice, “One word from him can destroy our career. Then, could you still live here? Play in the band? You wouldn’t even be allowed in the Moon Forest anymore! How dare you refuse him?”

She shook her daughter’s shoulders. If Inuyama Ga became displeased, the consequences would be severe.

“Sho…” Waka Mutsumi avoided her mother’s gaze, fixing her eyes on a nearby leaf. “I don’t want to… leave Sho.”

“Shoko Toyokawa?” Minami understood and grew even angrier. “How old are you? She’s just a playmate! You’ll have many friends in the future, all prettier and better than Shoko. If you follow Master Inuyama, many will kneel and beg to be your friend!”

She gripped Waka Mutsumi’s arm. “Go apologize to Master Inuyama! Tell him you want to enter showbiz, say nice things and ask him to support you!”

But she couldn’t move her daughter. Waka Mutsumi stood stubbornly, silent. Her feet, clad in low heels, seemed nailed to the soft grass. No matter how hard Minami pulled, Mutsumi didn’t budge, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

“I don’t want to go,” she repeated over and over, words barely audible, almost a plea. Those lifeless eyes finally showed a trace of sorrow.

“Don’t be willful!”

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Minami Mori no longer cared about appearances and tugged with both hands.

Tonight’s deal had to be sealed. Success meant she would host the new show and could send the monster at home away. Out of sight, out of mind—a win-win.

Finally, Waka Mutsumi moved slightly but immediately clung tightly to a nearby lamppost, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched.

She dared not resist Minami but also didn’t want to follow Inuyama Ga.

Her whole life had been arranged by others. Whenever she went out, people asked about her parents. They only cared about the gossip of two hot stars, secrets that fetched money. To everyone, she was just a tool for digging up scandals. She wasn’t Waka Mutsumi; she was “Takafumi Waka’s daughter,” “Minami Mori’s daughter.”

Only in the band CryChic was she herself—Waka Mutsumi—the guitarist. No one asked about her parents or how they treated her.

Everyone thought she was a princess, but she had so little. Why must even that little freedom be taken away? Couldn’t she have a place she chose for herself?

Waka Mutsumi fiercely shook her hand free. Minami failed to hold her back. Her stiletto heel caught in a crack between pavement tiles and twisted. Her head struck a nearby small table.

Several layers of champagne glasses toppled, rainbow-colored cocktails splashing onto Minami’s forehead, staining her dress brown.

Minami reached up to touch her brow, warm and stinging with fresh blood. Her vision blurred. Waka Mutsumi kept hugging the lamppost, not even helping her up. Her pale face looked as if threatened by a demon.

“Bastard!” Minami flung off her high heels and stormed up, crossing the lawn toward Waka Mutsumi.

A sharp slap echoed under the night sky. Pale green hair whipped across a turned face. The blow was heavy and fierce; blood trickled from Waka Mutsumi’s mouth.

Minami froze. After her fury, calm slowly returned. She hadn’t expected to hit so hard. Guests turned, attracted by the slap.

But so what if she struck her? She was her mother! What was wrong with disciplining a daughter? Waka Mutsumi’s stubbornness could ruin the Waka family’s future. After raising this monster so long, hadn’t she earned some credit? What was wrong with asking her to contribute to the family business?

Another slap landed fiercely on Waka Mutsumi’s head, making her tremble.

Minami opened her mouth to speak some grand moralizing words when golden light flashed through strands of long hair. Waka Mutsumi’s eyes lifted, pupils glowing with fierce golden fire, devoid of warmth.

Minami was stunned, her raised hand frozen mid-air.

Yes, those eyes—pure golden color, without mercy or emotion.

Facing them, one could not feel they were being looked at. Even at such close range, only overwhelming terror surged. It was as if a demon dwelled within, surveying the human world through those golden eyes.

Waka Mutsumi’s eyes shimmered with hazy light. Minami recoiled in fear. The guests’ gazes ranged from surprise to mockery. Inuyama Ga watched with keen interest from a short distance.

Time seemed to freeze. Everyone’s expressions fixed in that moment. The night breeze ceased, the light lost its warmth. A magnificent full moon dominated half the sky, its lower half dipping below the horizon, cold and chilling.

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