卍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀「R18 - English」 (KokoxReader)
A twenty-four-year-old woman named l/n y/n fell into the trap of one of Japan's worst organization executives namely, Kokonoi...
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author's point of view
A woman with dark burgundy hair was busy fixing her accessory of a dark jade stone between those worth twenty-four karat thick gold chain between her cleavage. Her elegant yet simple black dress with a criss-cross neckline and a diamond cut shows her cleavage down to her navel. Her tiny fingers put another twenty-four karat thick gold hoop earring on her left ear; the earrings were carved in with minor cuts of diamonds, making them radiate against the light. Her dress was cut asymmetrically from left to right, making her left leg show off her delicate, porcelain-like skin and hide her right leg. Another worth twenty-four karat thin gold overlayered chain was hanging on her left thigh, and there was a small snake in between with a small diamond cut on its eyes.
She swiped her hands from her forehead until they reached the top of her hair, expressing obsession with her appearance in the mirror. A fourteen-karat gold was embedded in each of the nail beds of her long black almond nails. No wonder she filled herself with a billion-dollar worth of accessories and outfits to boast that she is Aoki Annya, the only daughter of Aoki Hariko, the goddamn prick who worships Bonten. The man obsessed with a massive pile of money, the only man who hearkens to the firmament of orotund sounds of money.
He only wants what's best for his only daughter, showering her with extravagant, expensive clothes and items that will suffice her desirable. Her magnificent outfit ended with a pair of Christian Louboutin So Me silver sandals with striking, glossy spikes, a Versace La Medusa Mini bag with a color of silver snake skin, and a Versace Palazzo Dia Crystal Ring.
"Is the lady ready for the party?", A man wearing a Black Lapel brand, black twill suit with a Saint Laurent brass snake brooch on his breast pocket. His hands snaked on the woman's belly, and the woman could feel his warm touch on her bare navel.
Koko's eyes intently looked at the woman's curve and remarkable beauty, but his mind wandered about someone. It was y/n. Her alluring blue-hued, almond eyes are fascinated by how Koko works on his thousand paper works and turns into a piece of paper. He continued observing how the woman was obsessed with herself; she was far too far away from y/n's aura and attractiveness.
"Darling, are you okay?", Annya asked as her eyes stared at Koko's absent-minded visage in the mirror.
As Annya moved from Koko's peripheral vision, he finally responded to her with a smile, "I'm fine. Are you done?", He sweetly asked. Annya only nodded, making Koko leave the woman's vanity room. His body slumped on the couch, then loosened up a little bit his tie as he felt stress and doubt about his feelings. Was Koko starting to reject what happened to them? Or was he missing her mesmerizing face whenever his keen eyes glimpsed at her?
