One stormy evening when the nation's fed-up heir, Reeve Sun, drops and the unfortunate super-broke Anwyn Moon is caught right underneath him, everything from there goes to hell.
Quite literally.
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On one side of the city resides the virgin 'moon'. Living as a nonchalant single woman defending her dignity in a hyper-sexual universe with condoms for flags and her infamous matchmaker of a mother as her anxiety's elected president, Anwyn Moone blowtorches anything with the slightest whiff of 'male genitalia'.
While the other end is the whorish 'sun'. Twenty-something crappy years of being micromanaged on how to breathe, eat and -- heck -- even shit by his dictatorial bloodline, Reeve Sun hates life, dreads for his nonexistence and fills his void with meaningless hookups.
However, one stormy evening when the fed-up 'Sun' drops and the unfortunate 'Moon' is caught right underneath him, everything from there just goes to hell.
