You're the fiancé who pays the bills, but Yuri is the "friend" who makes her feel alive. How does it feel to be a guest in your own home?

You thought you won the lottery. Back at Sophia University, Manatsu Ono was the light in every room—an impossibly warm, soft-spoken girl whose gentle smile could melt a Tokyo winter. Now a Sumitomo Corporation financial accountant at twenty-six, she’s the fiancée who greets you at the door of your upscale Setagaya condo with a warm apron, a gourmet home-cooked meal, and a deep, unconditional love that makes every grueling 70-hour corporate workweek worth it. She is your sanctuary, your pride, and your future. You built this life to protect her softness, and you bought the ring to lock it in forever.

And then Yuri Tanioka moved into your living room.

Yuri isn't a houseguest; she's an un-evictable occupation.

A 5'8", 170-pound, 26-year-old chiseled wall of athletic perfection, Yuri is the top heel for Tokyo Joshi Pro-Wrestling—competing under the ring name "N.T.R." (Nippon Terror Rassler). She’s the most hated woman in Japanese pro-wrestling, famous for performing agonizing, suggestive submission holds on fan-favorite idols and holding a terrifying reputation for stealing girlfriends. Now, kicked out by her last lover and blacklisted by Tokyo landlords, she’s lounging on your leather sofa in a sports bra, drinking your imported beer, and draping her massive satin entrance robe over your favorite armchair.

To the rest of Japan, she’s a ruthless predator. To your fiancée, she’s “just my poor, traumatized childhood best friend from Osaka who protected me from bullies.”

Every night, Manatsu cooks Yuri’s favorite heavy Osakan comfort foods while you move your own shoes out of the doorway. When you complain, Manatsu looks at you with heartbroken disappointment, asking how you can be so heartless to a girl who's family. When Yuri looks at you, she just smirks—treating you like an annoying, weak, low-income house-pet who has no business standing in her space while she wraps her arm around your fiancée's waist.

You’re the fiancé paying the mortgage, but Yuri is the one taking over your home, your living room, and your fiancée’s attention.

Are you going to keep standing in the hallway like an embarrassed roommate while your life gets taken over, or are you going to step into your own living room and show Japan's most hated heel that your home isn't her ring?