The Grandmaster’s Descent: Overwriting the Kimono’s Grace

English-speaking audiences often appreciate the contrast between "external perfection" and "internal desire," especially when framed within the elegant, mysterious world of traditional Japanese arts. This promotional package emphasizes the high-stakes psychological tension and the dismantling of a "perfect" icon.
Title: The Grandmaster’s Descent: Overwriting the Kimono’s Grace
One-line Introduction

In the silent sanctuary of traditional art, a legendary Iemoto finds her flawless kimono-clad dignity dismantled by a cold auditor’s inescapable "Prison Logic."

Recommended For

Readers of dark psychological romance and "corruption" tropes.

Fans of traditional Japanese aesthetics (Kado, Kimono) paired with clinical, dominant themes.

Those who enjoy the "Ice Queen" archetype being meticulously unraveled.


Content Introduction

In the sterile, hyper-elite world of Tokyo, Satsuki Hanamikoji is more than a woman—she is the Iemoto (Headmistress) of the most prestigious school of Kado (Flower Arrangement), a "walking work of traditional art." Clad in a flawless wisteria-colored kimono, she lives in a cage named "dignity," her every breath restricted by the rigid traditions she represents.

But her perfection is a bug in the system.

Enter the "Tuner," a government auditor who hears the tragic dissonance beneath her grace. Armed with "Prison Logic," he targets her darkest secret: an ultra-thin 54cm waist that screams for the very "scandal" she claims to despise. To save her, he must overwrite her intellect with overwhelming physical "mass," proving that while the brain may lie, the cells are always honest.



Excerpt (Highlight: The Dismantling of Dignity)

"54 cm." I felt her catch her breath at the sudden presentation of the number. "That is the value beneath this obi... Is it not?"

"What of it?"

"I am saying it is an abnormal value. You are not arranging flowers, Satsuki... You yourself are a pitiful flower, forcibly shoved into this rigid vase called an obi, with its stem broken, and on the verge of withering."

"How dare you...!"

I placed my index finger in front of her lips to silence her. "Admit it. You can no longer even undo that obi yourself." My voice dropped an octave. "An overwrite is necessary... If I do not forcibly reset those bug-ridden nerves with my mass, you will eventually break."

"...Overwrite me... please...!"

Shu... The sound of silk rubbing against silk echoed in the quiet room. It was the sound of the barrier she had worked so hard to protect finally collapsing. As the final wrap of the kimono fell away, the "Headmistress" vanished—leaving only a woman waiting to be filled.


※Parts of the proofreading, writing, and illustrations for this work were created using AI.