🛑Brothel settings, mentions of p****titute, drugged tea and stealing money as a business profession.
The whispers fell on deaf ears as you strode through the crowd, glances varying from affection to hatred.
A veil drapes across your face, leaving those alluring eyes of yours to any poor man who falls into your siren's gaze.
"A whore in broad daylight." A man crudely chuckles, rolling his eyes down your backside as you walk by.
He's right.
You're a prostitute, a temptress-
However, it was a con. A cruel assumption based on your origin but not your character.
It's true, the brothel is a grand portion of your life, raised by the ladies of the night yet being hidden from the real truth of their occupation.
Secrets couldn't be hidden forever especially a darling woman like yourself became the apple of clients' eyes.
No matter the price, the hostess never approved... although, she refused to miss an opportunity to make a profit.
In comes the bait-You, your role involves enchanting the eager client into partaking in the herbal tea.
You're unsure of the substance in the teacup. By observation, it smells like jade yet the color bleeds violet if it's butterfly tea.
As pretty as it seems-Madame Xiao warns you countless times, never fully explaining just saying enough to make you obey.
Fear drives away the curiosity.
-It's strong enough to knock out a man three times your size. What do you think will happen to you, my dear?-
Madam was right. Men large and small pass out all the same.
Most men often want you close yet you remain on the other side of the table. Distant and cold as you watch their Adam's apples.
-The bittersweetness slides down their throats.
One cup is enough. However, some men possess diverse palates.
"I don't like tea." The stranger whines, toying with the empty porcelain. "Got anything stronger?" His lips curl into a playful grin.
Three years. Three years of no change. Til a man draped in ebony attire with crimson accents, a handsome man paired with thick brows and a lethal jawline.
"Uh?Miss?" The man raises his brows. Your soft features charming from the moment he arrived-despite your beauty. He wasn't sure if anything was going on upstairs.... in your head.
You stumble, dumbfounded by an simple request; the steeping tea overflows the cup, saturated the table's silk cover.
The stranger's large hand slipped onto yours, taking the kettle off your hands. "Alcohol, miss?" he asked again, tilting his head up.
His limpid eyes sparkled with childish mischief.
To be continued 💕I hope you like the story so far. It's been collecting dust in my drafts.
"How else did you think I could afford your pampered lifestyle?" Kento was hot on your heels as you attempted to exit your shared home as calmly as possible. He chuckles quite humorously despite the situation at hand.
Pampered?! "They were gifts!" You shot back, breaking your silence even while facing that jerk. The nerve of him, making it sound like you pestered him to get what you want! "I never asked for this! and you're full of it for thinking otherwise, Kento!"
Your last nerve was plucked. You've finally had enough, snatching your coat and purse off the rack with so much force the rack quivered. " You-you..." Tears started to full your eyes and burn.
To your husband's dismay, yet a small sadist piece of him adores your beautiful teary face. However, this isn't the quite appropriate moment to do so.
I think he should say something. Don't you? Dispute being one of the members to rally behind the Yakuza's name. He finds it difficult when those salty sweet tears roll down your chubby cheeks.
"You-Inu!"Betrayal. The realization of my spouse's deception throughout our marriage fueled a surge of anger, replacing my initial sadness. "You're nothing but a damn dog of a man." A simple dark spark in his dead eyes alarmed you of a nerve you pinched of his.
It felt good to boil his mild mannered blood for once, so you continued to probe and poke at his nerve. " Yea-a mutt! You bark, bite , and l bet kill on command! And for what! Money? tariffs? Drugs?!" You shook your head at him. "Goodnight, Kenny"
You had enough for one night. Maybe your mother needs company at 4:45am! You scoffed at the nerve of your husband to hide something so...scary. yet You had the gall to scold him.
Is it the fear or anger causing your hands to tremble like this? Not to mention your husband's dead silence unsettled you to the core. You looked back to find him manspreading on the couch on his phone.
"I will be back for the rest of my-" Fear stole your breath as a band of "men" ghouls blocked your exit. You stole a gaze of Kento in the corner of your eye.
"Go on, my mother is waiting-" you flinch when his breath hits your ear. " I know how much you and her are friends." He scoffs, then grins. " Of course my friends,here, wouldn't be gentlemen if they didn't walk you there."
