The first 70 lines.
I give them my fake love, and I'll rise to the top.
He works as a host in Kabukicho.
Eight-san, have you heard of the Namiki Group?
She is here now.
The 10 billion's daughter.
So that is 10 billion...
You scared me.
Huh? What?
Y-You...
will die.
The ladies is next door.
What the heck?!
Eh?
My hands... are numb...
I can't... breathe...
I was targeted by a mysterious woman...
and killed by her kiss.
Eight-San.
Eight-San?
Eight-San?!
He... He's dead?
Someone...
Someone, help!
Then I was revived, 7 days back in time.
But even after my death, time goes on in that world.
Hey! Hey!
Who was it? Who was it that...
What should we do?
Let's throw him out secretly at the back later.
No way... that's cruel!
I don't want any trouble!
Isn't it better to call the police?
Idiot! We are running a business here.
Tonight is Christmas eve, so there are lots of bookings, and I mean LOTS!
Do you want the shop to close down?
Moreover...
You are already my accomplice, alright?
No way...
Mikoto?
Where are you, Mikoto?
Mikoto!
Hey, you!
- Mikoto! - Excuse me.
He's dead!
Manager!
What the heck! What kind of day is this!
If he was killed by someone,
the culprit must be a girl.
Someone who's blinded by love?
It's an end typical of Eight.
You're awake?
Please be quiet.
We aren't doing anything.
I'll take it off.
What are you guys planning to do?
- Do you know who I am? - I do.
Hasebe Hiroyuki-san.
Return me my wallet!
What is a rich boy doing here at a host club?
I'm searching for my friends.
Four university students.
The Namiki Group's young lady and her friends?
The girl sitting on the far left.
10 billion...
It's them.
Where are they?
They've long gone home.
Then tell me earlier!
- Are you that young lady's boyfriend? - No.
I'm just her childhood friend.
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