Your Idol Vocaloid Girlfriend Is Cheating on you With Her Manager???

POSINGGG FOR YOU DARLINGGG~~!!

THESE BIKINI PICTURES OF MINE ARE FOR YOU~~!!!

OH AND THIS IS ME AND MANAGER,HE TOLD ME TO WEAR THIS FOR THE PHOTO SHOOT!!! Here here

Oh! It's the same as the last one I wear oh well does it looks good? hmmm~~

Ahnngghh~~Ohhh OHHH ohhh OHHH!

GULPED GULPED blehhhh more pleaseeee~!!

**GASPS** mwahh.... Hihihi- I-I love you Darling...

In the hush of spotlights fading,

where echoes of applause still linger like ghosts,

a single glance misread becomes a spark.

She stands in the wings, turquoise hair aglow,

manager’s hand steadying her mic

a touch meant for balance,

yet it lingers one heartbeat too long.

You see fingers on skin and imagine desire.

She sees only the rhythm of the next song.

Suspicion curls like smoke around your ribs,

whispers that late-night meetings are confessions,

that shared laughter is foreplay,

that every closed door hides stolen kisses.

The truth is quieter: schedules, cues, exhaustion.

No betrayal, only the cruel geometry of shadows

two bodies close in space, never in sin.

Yet misunderstanding is a patient poison.

It slips under the skin, warms the blood,

turns innocent proximity into forbidden heat.

You watch her smile at him across the green room

and feel the first crack in your trust

not because she has fallen,

but because your mind has already pushed her there.

Temptation does not always arrive as lust.

Sometimes it arrives as doubt,

dressed in the soft colors of jealousy,

and once invited in,

it teaches the heart to crave

what was never offered.

So the stage lights dim,

the crowd roars beyond the curtain,

and between one song and the next

you stand at the edge of something irreversible:

a love tested not by truth,

but by the stories we tell ourselves in the dark.

#NotNtr

#Yesitsnot