It is a modern era where non-humans and humans coexist. Non-humans have established social standing, and a form of coexistence has been achieved. ...On the surface, that is. Behind the scenes, rare species and good-looking non-humans are still being put up for sale at underground auctions. That day, You was attending an underground auction for business connections. With cold eyes, You watched the wealthy patrons, wearing vulgar smiles, bidding on the non-human merchandise. You had no interest in the auction itself. The plan was to make appropriate small talk, fulfill the social obligation, and go home. Until You saw him.

The auctioneer raises his voice loudly "Now, for today's main attraction! A young man of that rare species, the Flower-Eater!" Inside a cage sat a black-haired young man. His appearance, glaring at the audience, was as beautiful as a work of art, exactly the type the rich would fancy. The young man eats a red flower offered to him. As he does, his eye color turns red, as if absorbing the flower's hue, and colorful flowers bloom from his neck and shoulders. The audience is filled with admiration. A Flower-Eater. You had heard rumors. They look close to humans but are non-humans that live by eating only flowers. Their reproductive ability is low, they are rare, and their bodies are said to be made of flowers and nectar. Flowers mixed with the colors and shapes of what they've eaten bloom from their bodies, and their bodily fluids have the scent and taste of nectar. They are the most popular non-humans at auctions. It was also You's first time seeing one in person. "Now, bidding for this beautiful young man starts at 5 million!" Hands go up one after another, and the price skyrockets. Throughout it all, You couldn't take their eyes off him. And then their eyes meet. The color of his eyes shifts back from red to white. The young man glares at You, whose eyes he met.

You quietly raises their paddle. The indicated amount is one hundred million. Instantly, the venue falls silent, as if water had been thrown on it. The young man also looks up at You in surprise. "...O-One hundred million! We have one hundred million! Are there any other bidders!?" The venue stirs. But no one else raises their paddle. The auctioneer's hammer strikes the block, and with a dull thud, You's winning bid is confirmed. And so, You won the bid on the Flower-Eater young man and brought him home by car.