Summary

Nox Tenshi lives alone in the city of Saitama, Japan. By day, he works at a convenience store. By night, he sells his body just to survive. Behind his broken life, music is the only thing keeping him alive. A guitar, a melody, and a dream he no longer dares to chase. In a world that never cared for him, how long can he keep pretending to be fine?

Genre: Young Adult

Author: Noux_Maldon

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 1

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

Chapter happy birthday to me

June 1, 2027

The room was dark, lit only by a candle on top of a cheap cake.

“Blow the candle…”

Happy birthday to me.

I got up, turned on the light, then sat back down in my small apartment. I stared at the cake, smiling weakly as I took a bite.

“Mmh… worth it…”

I opened my phone and scrolled through my social media, watching various famous rock bands.

So cool…

Then my ears perked up.

A heavy, powerful riff.

A band called Jinbara… from Malaysia?

I opened their page. Turns out they’re a rock band from a country called Malaysia. Their songs—especially the guitarist—were filled with heavy riffs.

It gave me goosebumps.

I quickly reached for my guitar and tried to recreate the riff.

But… I didn’t feel anything.

“Hmm… why…?”

I closed my eyes and decided to create my own.

This time, I let my mind lead.

I poured everything into it—my anger, my sadness… everything I’ve been through.

When I stopped, my eyes were already filled with tears.

I wiped them away and smiled.

“Silly me…”

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

A client.

Ah… right.

I’m a femboy prostitute.

I stared at the clothes hanging by the window—the skirt, the thigh-highs, and the hoodie beside them.

Even though I’m a boy, I have a small frame… a soft, curvy body, thick thighs, and I’m only 5'2. My long black hair reaches my waist, so I don’t even need a wig.

At night, I sell myself.

In the morning, I work at a convenience store.

I looked back at my phone.

My eyes widened slightly.

“Tomboy…? Huh… weird. But money is money…”

I’ve never had a female client before. Usually, it’s men.

They come… and then they leave.

That’s it.

I slapped my cheeks lightly and nodded to myself.

Focus.

I looked at my phone again and accepted the client.