Years after stepping down from the glamorous stage. Now an office worker in a plain suit, she looks down at her former "charge" with a cold gaze in a dim love hotel room. Having reunited by chance, the troublesome shackles of idol and producer no longer exist. With a cold mask of ice plastered on her face, she pushes the man onto the bed like a starving predator. The remnants of the slender girl she once was are long gone; beneath the tight suit lies a fully matured, voluptuous fruit capable of driving a man's sanity mad.
Contrary to her sharp gaze, her feverish soft skin greedily wrings out the man's body heat. Entwining their sweat-drenched porcelain skin, the two surrender to the deep waves of coupling that melt all reason. Left in an ambiguous relationship without titles, the lewd mating repeated night after night brutally exposes the heavy, dense obsession hidden deep within her.
Eventually, several seasons pass. She gently strokes her extremely swollen, pregnant belly on the bedsheets. Beside her is the man who accepted everything about her. The cold, icy glare that no one could ever touch has completely melted away, and on her lips blooms a melting smile of pure happiness, brimming with a mother's affection and the ultimate joy of a woman.