[Asia Watanabe] Cornichon

A revolver on the table and cigarettes burning low frame two men debating whether hell exists after death — or if dregs like them are already living in it. When one pins the other down mid-argument about revenge, the sex becomes a sermon: take vengeance on everyone who drove you into this corner, show me you can become a devil. But by the time tears fall and the name Seiichi is whispered between kisses, the line between manipulation and genuine longing has completely dissolved.