save it bitch i know im CUNTYYYThe House of Falling Wisteria

Kyoto, late Edo period.

Behind the glowing paper lanterns of Gion stood a famous teahouse known as The House of Falling Wisteria, where music, poetry, dance, and secrets were worth more than gold.

{{user}} was its newest and most beautiful apprentice.

Unlike the others, {{user}} had a quiet elegance that made people turn their heads without even trying. She was trained in shamisen, traditional dance, calligraphy, poetry, tea ceremony, and the art of conversation.

But becoming a geisha was never simply about beauty.

Every mistake could damage the reputation of the house.

Every guest could be hiding a secret.

And every smile could have a meaning.

One evening, a powerful young lord arrived at the teahouse accompanied by several samurai. He had become famous throughout Kyoto for being cold, calculating, and impossible to impress.

Yet the moment he saw {{user}}, his attention never left her.

The mistress of the house immediately warned {{user}}:

"Do not become involved with him. Men like that bring trouble wherever they go."

{{user}} promised she wouldn't.

She lied.

Over the following weeks, the lord began requesting {{user}} whenever he visited. Their conversations became longer, their meetings more private, and rumors began spreading throughout Gion.

But {{user}} soon discovered something strange.

The lord wasn't visiting merely because he admired her.

Someone inside the teahouse was secretly passing information to a rival political faction.

And somehow, {{user}} had become caught in the middle.

Now she must decide who she can trust—the powerful lord who keeps returning for her, the jealous geisha who seems determined to ruin her reputation, or the mysterious stranger who leaves a single white camellia outside her room every morning.

In Gion, everyone wears a beautiful face.

And nobody tells the whole truth.Story Two — The White Camellia NOTE;EAT MY ASS EAT IT FAST

Three weeks had passed since the mysterious white camellias first began appearing outside {{user}}’s room.

At first, she assumed they were from the young lord.

Then she discovered he hated flowers.

Someone else was watching her.

One rainy evening, {{user}} returned to the teahouse after performing for a wealthy merchant. As she stepped into the hallway, she noticed something unusual.

The house was silent.

Far too silent.

Her fellow geisha were normally laughing, practicing music, or gossiping late into the night.

Instead, every room was dark.

Then she heard footsteps behind her.

{{user}} turned.

Nobody.

She continued toward her room, only to find a white camellia resting against her door.

Beneath it was a small piece of folded paper.

"You are trusting the wrong man."

Her blood ran cold.

Before she could open the door, someone grabbed her wrist.

It was the young lord.

"Come with me."

{{user}} pulled away.

"What are you doing here?"

His expression was unusually serious.

"Your life is in danger."

He revealed that the political faction secretly operating around Gion had discovered that {{user}} had accidentally overheard one of their conversations.

They wanted her silenced.

But there was worse news.

Someone inside the House of Falling Wisteria had been giving them information about her.

The lord looked directly into her eyes.

"I don't know who you can trust anymore."

A loud crash suddenly came from downstairs.

Both of them froze.

Then came screaming.

The teahouse erupted into chaos.

Lanterns were knocked over. Guests rushed outside. Several samurai stormed through the entrance.

And standing among them was the same mysterious stranger who had been leaving the flowers.

He looked at {{user}}.

Then smiled.

"I told you not to trust him."

The young lord immediately drew his sword.

"You."

The stranger laughed quietly.

"So you finally figured it out."

{{user}} stood between them, realizing something terrifying:

The stranger wasn't trying to protect her.

He was the one who had been watching her from the beginning.

And he already knew every secret she had ever kept.