still I love him so badly

As the second story of the very popular(?) Fashion-Drama, I will present you a live roman of male and female, with a theme of parting. Please watch the clothing, but also pay attention to the skins that are Chika’s favorite. Please enjoy!

he sunset is so beautiful, because it opens a large red flower over the big sky, and goes away within the day. My love is far beyond the dusk glow. It passed so long time since I lost touch with him.

What was wrong on my side? Was it too much to expect so many things on him?“I hate a fool. I do not like a clunky nerd or bossy bull, but I do not love a weak guy. One should be beautiful, but not a turkey-cock. I dislike a guy who gets mocked by friends, also I reject a poor. The guy should love me as long as I have breath!!!

He listened silently, and made a sad face, looked down and mumbled.“Beautiful roses have thorns. I got too much and bright red blood is bleeding from all over my heart.”

He was showing his back, but the shoulder was trembling. I was so fool that I did not have enough courage to use the weapon of women, to run after him and cry on his back.The real painful parting is to see the love of the partner is over, still I love him so badly.

Long time has passed in the dark world． A new light beam named a new love, is coming into my life. I have been changed into a flower of luring rose without thorn.
I will never make a fail anymore. There is no eternal relation between male and female, as there is no signpost in the vast universe.But, I will put my life and soul on this love now.

photograph by kikunosuke Eel

But still the love is there

I will present you a fashionable drama, once a week.Let me develop a drama of love, by visiting various popular spots or SIMs in the second life.
At the first time, the leading character is an OIRAN of the famous YOSHIWARA, EDO.Please enjoy thoroughly.

Eight years have passed since I gave myself to the YUKAKU.Nowadays, I have a dream of the autumn forest of my hometown every night.My figure standing in the crimson autumn is not the poor child at that time, but the OIRAN with fully dressed up for the parade.




Waiting for guests, smiling with coy and coquetry, it is a bit insecure but not unhappy, since I know there is a happy hours in the guest room after getting a guest.Love, love, and more love, take off clothes, breathe your breath, with the utmost sincerity. But it is still a sad love in a limited period.Look at your back on the way home, sorrow of parting brings me choking sob.

But still the love is there.With the beautiful dress, I will join the OIRAN parade with a pride.But, where is the man who can make my life colorful?The man to whom I will give and pour whole myself without any return.That is the man, only for me.

photograph by kikunosuke Eel