Mafia in the Morning || Ryeji [RE-UPLOAD] [ONGOING]

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[Home is not a place, it is a feeling.]

A one-night stand.

A sexual relationship that lasts only for one night.

Successfully cajoling the cat-eyed belle into stripping naked will shatter the boulder on Ryujin's back that was dropped upon her when she was offered a perilous job.

Shin Ryujin is a vagabond, exploring different women everytime she's bearing a plethora of problems or adversities.

In other words, sex is her comfort.

"Hwang Yeji." The woman, who deserves the title of Goddess of Beauty due to her enchanting characteristics, shook Ryujin's hand.

Their eyes were affixed to each other, both completely aware of how this night will end, it will end with both of them in bed; nevertheless, they still decided to know each other more because it is the most standard and sensible task to do when you want to sleep with someone.

The two, who can easily be mistaken as a couple, conversed about different topics that are rapidly changing as their mouths continuously unbind words.

The blissful ambience the two had engendered in their own little world is forged by colloquy.

Ryujin is not just a nubile woman in a suit, she can also beguile and make women laugh.

"You're rare," Yeji complimented the woman across her who's hiding her criminal profession.

"Why?" Wanting to order another glass of water, Ryujin raised her hand and snapped her fingers that caught the attention of a waitress who's carrying a stack of plates with filthy utensils on top.

"Water," she murmured.

"I can easily read people who approaches me, but you, I can't read you," Yeji said. "When I look at someone who's hitting on me, I can already tell that they will invite me to drink, let the alcohol cloud my judgment, and ask me if I want to sleep with them. Old tactic and it never worked on me."

"Well, I don't drink anymore. I go completely loco when I'm drunk. Also, I-"

"Excuse me."

Ryujin was interrupted by a foreigner in a white suit.

"Hello," he said, forthwith earning an interrogative glare from Ryujin.

"May I help you?" Yeji asked.

The man was tensed and apprehensive, but he didn't exhibit any signs of despair. It was obvious to the female gangster that the man is also spellbound by Yeji's visuals.

Hwang Yeji is like a bug zapper.

A vivid light that attracts and titillates insects.

Going after her is practically suicide.

"D-Do you want to drink with me?" The man asked, fidgeting, scratching random spots on his fingers to minimize the disquietude.

Ryujin scoffed loudly, shaking her head. "No. She's occupied, so please go away."

The foreigner's attention shifted to Ryujin. "And who the hell are you?" he said with a touch of vexation.

"I'm her date," Ryujin said. She smiled at Yeji, fabricating romantic feelings, but in reality, all she wants is to eat her out like a piece of pie.

"Disgusting," The man commented.

"What did you say?"

"I said it's disgusting.... unless you let me join in your bed date tonight..."