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"Hy!" He waved a Fuschia colored bouquet at me.

Flashback

"Harder, boy!" The greedy woman moaned throatily, lying under his overly-hot-slippery body.

V rolled his eyes before finishing up the task, she snaked her legs around his waist limply. What really mattered to him was the charge of orgastic power to control other people, be it temporary. He liked seeing other women begging for more and surrendering to him as if he were some  God. Thus, by taking the undue advantage of his sweet talks and loud bravado, he turned the table in his favor like always.

The vapor that once speared on the car's window disappeared now, and the car stopped shaking therefore they brought themselves back to the real world. The immense pleasureful state diminished after reaching the point of satisfaction.

V pulled himself out and threw his head back, sitting on the back seat of his car, gasping for more air to enter in his lungs.

The woman propped up on her elbow, pulling up her boho skirt above her knees. In doing so she glanced over the freshly plucked flower arrangement placed next to the driver's seat.

"I bet that's not for me?" She asked coyly.

"None of your business." He deadpanned with no botheration to dress himself up, still had his head resting on the headrest and eyes shut closed.

She poked her tongue to the cheek before sliding her hand inside her pink sheathed clutch, taking out a bundle of money fastened tightly by an elastic rubber band.

"What are you doing?" He cocked his eyebrow, tilting his head to the side in contemplation.

"What am I doing?... I'm paying you for your exemplary kinks. You were a nice try. I don't know if I will ever...ever get a chance to meet you again," she spoke in a low restrained tone. "So I'm rewarding you after considering that uncertainty." She said matter-of-factly.

He moved from the spot, grabbing the woman's hair aggressively from the back, "Oh baby, I'm not a serviceman that you have sadly mistaken me for, it's just my wild hobby I enjoy putting myself through,"

"Well not going deep down there," He eyed her, doing a quick scan of her substituted body. "Get a facelift done again, it's sagging when you take a closer of it. Put your money to proper use." He said sarcastically, putting the money back in her clutch. A horrified expression flew across her pale face.

He rolled down the used condom, putting it in her purse. "And show this achievement to your dad or daddy whosoever you are close to. You don't know who I'm and I wish that you never get to see me, ever again. I'm saying this for your own betterment baby girl. Now bugger off."

She quickly hopped out of the car and vanished off somewhere.

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"Hy! How on earth did you get on here? and," I couldn't assimilate my thoughts in any approachable form. I was amused and bemused all the same time. "And why are you swinging from side to side?"

"Dasom, Pull me." He extended his hand, through the big window. It took me a whole good minute to realize that he was standing only on his toes. The real struggle behind his awkward poise.

"Oh, yes." I got hold of his hand, having a firm grip, I put all my strength to pull him inside. "Wait. Put your left foot first and then grab the iron fixture with the other hand and-" He followed my instructions, but in performing this action he accidentally placed his foot on the edge of the small wooden table which caused him to trip over and cause of which he ended up falling on top of me.

Having his body hovering mine was like a dream come true, I couldn't help but stare in his mahogany eyes and he did the same. I smiled seeing him respond in the same way, his long bangs were softly brushing my forehead.

Heavy. He weighs more than my mentally estimated BMI of him.

In the mean time, he plucked a flower from the bouquet and began stroking it on my face. "You know I live with my parents," I said croakily.

"Yes, and I know you got a little annoying brother as well." He said as he hit the flower on my lips teasingly reaching down onto my neck. His actions suddenly stopped making me jump out of my train of wild thoughts.

I looked him in his eyes, they were seeking some kind of permission and then I realized I was wearing the lacy top that he gifted me under my full zipper sweatshirt. Did he see it? How and when?

H

e pulled the zipper halfway, observing my inner garments. "Woah! you still had it on. You surprise me always." He was looking at it and back in my eyes, repeating the process for a moment there.

I nodded instantly. Should I tell me the way I got bullied by the entire class? they were laughing at me, passing cheap comments, the humiliation that I went through, the way I ran away like an innocent culprit trying to escape from the lawful eyes of the police for the crime he never committed.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't make it today. I went to see Mrs. Lee--," In between of his explanation, a drop of tear glided down my cheek although I tried to force back my tears. "Hy, are you crying?" I was about to retaliate back but then his attention diverted to the sharp knock on the door.

"I think it's mom," I said nervously, pushing him off. He stood with a tensed expression and, I immediately told him to hide behind the dressing room's wall. It was just a small space separated by a wooden intricate framework.

I opened the door carefully, trying not to give her the entire view of my room. "Dasom, I got you a bowl of spinach soup---"

"No Mom, I don't have any appetite." I groaned and glanced at V who was motioning me to take the tray from my mom's hand.

"You didn't have a single grain of anything sweetie." I gave her a quick peck on the cheeks and took the tray from her hands. "Night, Mom." I shut the door close.

He walked with chest out and rosed chin, crossing his arms. "What am I hearing? you didn't eat your food." He demanded an answer with a husky texture of his voice.

"No, I just don't feel like it but anyways you wanted to---"
He grabbed the nape of my neck and gave a quick peck on my pink glowing lips.

"Shut up and finish up this soup. I'm going now." He ordered, getting back to his original professor's role so darn impressively.

I bit my lower lip, touching it with my index finger, I turned around to see him off, but then he already left.

His effects are really bad. I chuckled.

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Captain's note - WOAH! V is an enigmatic boi but wait dear readers don't fantasize him as an angel or anything good, just a little warning,
In the nxt chapo will see his chopping skills.
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