Reikai Bidan
This is Kayono's first volumized collection of short stories, and all of them center on tales of strange worlds.
1) Ostentatious Mysterious Handsome Man (Rei Kai Bi Dan)
Momoe hates to go home, so she spends her nights wandering the streets. But what happens when she meets a man named Chain Saw who's on a special mission!?
2) Ancient Osaka Masquerade Ball
Naniwa Masquerade: Frustrated that her childhood friend Yuan won't look at her like a woman, Ai goes to a host club, and there she finds what she's been waiting for...!?
3) This Love by Anonymous
Asuka is afraid that she'll be forced to become the lover of a man whose ideals are far from her own, so she runs away to Kyoto. There, she falls in love with Takuma, a high school student who's in Kyoto on a field trip.
4) Like a Beautiful Hellish Demon
Naoka is beaten so badly by her stepfather that she loses consciousness and has to be taken to the hospital. There, she meets and falls in love with a hellish demon who feeds upons the souls of humans...
This is Kayono's first volumized collection of short stories, and all of them center on tales of strange worlds.
1) Ostentatious Mysterious Handsome Man (Rei Kai Bi Dan)
Momoe hates to go home, so she spends her nights wandering the streets. But what happens when she meets a man named Chain Saw who's on a special mission!?
2) Ancient Osaka Masquerade Ball
Naniwa Masquerade: Frustrated that her childhood friend Yuan won't look at her like a woman, Ai goes to a host club, and there she finds what she's been waiting for...!?
3) This Love by Anonymous
Asuka is afraid that she'll be forced to become the lover of a man whose ideals are far from her own, so she runs away to Kyoto. There, she falls in love with Takuma, a high school student who's in Kyoto on a field trip.
4) Like a Beautiful Hellish Demon
Naoka is beaten so badly by her stepfather that she loses consciousness and has to be taken to the hospital. There, she meets and falls in love with a hellish demon who feeds upons the souls of humans...
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