AMETHYST | Haitani

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“WANT a drink?” Her alone moment has been disturbed when a tall man, clad in white shirt and black slacks sat with her at the barstool. Y/N flashed an innocent smile at the stranger, wondering if she had met him before but only forgotten. Not everyone is approached by such handsome man, let alone a girl like her—unwitting, awkward, and a minor—who was dragged by her socialite friends in a high end bar.

“I-I already have mine..” Y/N blushed when he chuckled looking at her juice as a drink. Well, it was an actual drink, but that's not what he meant.

“How about vodka? Tequila?” He leaned closer to her ears.

Y/N stared at the man for a while, her thoughts were on his pink, long hair that looks like silk. It was such a beautiful color that she unconsciously lifted her hand to ran it through his pink locks. A grunt escaped from the man's throat.

She hastily put her hand away.

“S-Sorry! Sorry..”

“'S fine.” Smirking at her, he turned waving his hand swiftly instructing the bartender. “Give her a drink. A hard one.”

“Eh? Am I allowed to drink that?”

“Why wouldn't you?” He continued to ace her, his lips few centimeters from her ears to the neck, he sniffed her nicely done smell.

Addicting.

“I'm 17..”

She was flustered. The man snakes his slender arm around her and slowly nibbles on her exposed neck. The awkwardness crawled onto her skin like an insect, worsened when the unbothered bartender slid the glass of drink in front of her from the corner of the counter.

He's used to this.

Unbeknownst to the girl, the man slid a drug on her glass.

“Um.. wait.” Frail hands attempt to push away the intruder. But it seems like this man is built a wall, he wouldn't budge an inch. She started panicking as he went squeezing her bare thighs, lifting her dress up.

While trying to get away from the man, Y/N fell off her seat and stumbled on the floor.

In her head, she was scolding herself in giving such an embarrassing scene to the audience. The pink haired man shook his head, giving her a helping hand.

“Sorry, was I too fast?”

“Uh..”

He showed a lazy smirk, glinting in malice. “Call me Sanzu. And you are?”

“Y/N.”

"Pretty.” Y/N felt her heart skipped a beat hearing such compliment and was unable to look at the man's eyes. He placed a kiss on her cheeks.

The man known as Sanzu lead her to the second floor, securing her in his side locking her with his arm. As they strode down the corridors, he couldn't help but roam his hands on her body. Cute, little thing alone in a bar. He would ran his hand and fingertips on her lower boob to the waist.

The both of them entered a room, kicking the huge red door with his feet. Y/N saw people she has never seen before. The entire room was huge and elegant, touches of black, red and sprinkled with gold colors across the room. In the middle was a couch, with a man legs spread apart and a beautiful woman in between them.

Y/N's eyes squinted, comprehending the scene before her eyes. Bored purple eyes met hers, his both arms are above the rest of the couch.

“Oh, Sanzu.”

“What the fuck, Rindou, I have company.” Sanzu caged you in a hug, making sure that your eyes avoid the lewd scene.

“When did you start caring—shit.” Rindou pulled the blonde woman off through her hair. “Fucking inexperienced little bitch, get out.”

The poor woman rushed outside the room crying. “Is she tryna bite my dick off?”

A low squeal from Y/N was heard when Sanzu lifted her in a bridal style, making their way to the vacant couch. He placed the girl on top of his thighs, guiding her to simply lean onto his chest as he caress her body and give butterfly kisses on her nape.

“Do you want me as your boyfriend?”

“Well..” Y/N is unsure about this matter. Having no previous relationship towards the opposite sex, she is hesitant to say yes, and not certain about declining the offer.

Just how does this thing works?

“I'll take really good care of you. Be my woman.” He whispers into her ear, feeling the hot breath made her squirm on the seat.

“I'll.. think about it.”

Sanzu moved the hair to the side, aiming to expose her bare neck. He continued to smell her scent gripping tightly on her waist.

“Hmm, really?”

“Y-Yeah..”

A smirk appeared on his face, it was different from what he was wearing earlier. If only she saw the darkness of his eyes, and the grimness of his face, she would suspect.

Unfortunately..

“Oh? Does that mean you're mine now?”

“Wh-What..” She was extremely flustered she jerked her head to meet his eyes in shock. Did she say anything? “Uh, okay..”

“Great.” He grabbed the back of her neck and firmly attacked her lusciously red lips.

Shifting uncomfortably, Y/N slowly opened her eyes only to meet a pair of cold amethyst ones.

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