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

Perfection

[Perfection is made out of mistakes.]

Yep, they fucked until morning.

Yeji slowly opened her eyes. She was still utterly weary and drained physically, so all she could do was blankly stare at the ceiling.

Yeji's entire glossy unclad body was covered with a grey blanket and her head was resting on a velvety square-shaped pillow. The sun shined brilliantly through the window on her right.

Ryujin's unembellished bedroom was a serene utopia.

"S-Shit... I forgot to come home..." Yeji groaned as she removed the blindfold that enveloped her forehead.

Yeji slowly rose, exposing her bare flesh to the sunbeam. The world was still vague in her seeing tool so to ameliorate her eyesight, Yeji gently rubbed her cat eyes.

While taking deep breaths, Yeji detected an uncanny figure by the window. Hurriedly, she looked at the hushed presence; worrying that they might be the true owner of the house or worse, Ryujin's significant other.

Thankfully, it was solely Ryujin herself, thus extinguishing Yeji's trepidation.

"God, you scared me," Yeji said, starting a conversation.

Ryujin was already wearing half of her everyday attire, a white formal shirt, black tie and black pants; implying that she has been awake for a while.

"Last night was fun, right?" Ryujin asked, jingling the handcuffs in her hand that was used for unholy activities.

"Yeah," Yeji shyly replied, not wanting to dwell on the vivid memories from last night; however, she must admit, it was a gratifying sex.

"Wear something and meet me in the dining area. Let's have breakfast before we part ways." Ryujin smiled and walked outside of her bedroom.

"Okay.." Yeji yawned and pursed her lips.

Yeji wasn't worried whatsoever about her husband who's probably crossing his arms and tapping the floor with his foot out of impatience. She non-chalantly got up, fixed the bed, and wore her clothes.

Yeji went to the dining area and there she saw Ryujin sitting down and eating with her sleeves rolled up. Yeji joined the black-haired woman and the two ate breakfast after having almost no sleep due to what they did last night.

Their early meal consisted of prime Korean cuisine, crafted by the same hands that Ryujin uses to maltreat and slaughter.

When they scooped and swallowed their last, Ryujin, the bona fide gentlewoman, collected the dishes and began to thoroughly scrub every utensil at the kitchen counter.

All of a sudden, while washing the dishes, Ryujin received a back hug from the cat-eyed beauty, submerging her in bewilderment and suspending her actions.

"Y-Yah." Ryujin took off her gloves and faced Yeji making her disconnect. "The hell are you doing? I accept kissing, but hugging? No way."

"I know we have an expiration date. We are just a one-night thing, but I am so curious about you... and so thankful too. The last person I slept with, she left me in the morning alone and wrapped in my own blanket like a dog."

Ryujin scoffed as she shook her head. "We are all dogs. We just have different leashes."

At a leisurely pace, Yeji brought her face closer to Ryujin. "What do you mean by leashes?" Yeji seductively said.

Ryujin scoffed again. "Yeji, did you forget the meaning of a one-night stand? If we keep having sex, trust me, you will eventually develop feelings for me and I don't want that to happen."