This is the sequel or season 2 of Yakuza's Love
The same dialogue goes on.
A hero would do anything to save the world, to protect the world's happiness and humanity.
Whereas
A villain would go to the extent of hell to keep 'his' world safe from d...
Around eight in the morning, he woke up and was met inside an unidentified room by himself, naked. He sat up in complete shock and humiliation. How could a Yakuza like him use the drug to get high and commit such a heinous act? He wondered about his wife. He looked for his phone, but it had already been turned off. When he noticed his reflection in the mirror, it made his blood start to boil. He had dark, red hickeys on his neck and chest. His mind raced as he tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Memories started to flood back—fragments of a wild party and blurred faces. He couldn't believe he had let himself lose control like that, jeopardizing everything he held dear. As anger mixed with regret, he knew he had to find a way to make amends and uncover the truth behind his actions.
He felt like puking due to the dark red lipstick stains on his cheek, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a satin dress sprawled across the room. He grabbed it and immediately noticed his wife's distinctive scent on it. He became less anxious as a result, and he assumed that the woman was his wife alone. However, why would Y/N leave her own husband in an unfamiliar room by himself without telling him?
She didn't have to leave early because she had important work to complete. They would both only visit the royal mansion to get ready and eat breakfast. Who else could he have spent the night with, then? He was concerned because what if he unintentionally intimidated a woman who was under the influence of the drug into doing this? Thinking about what had transpired last night gave him a headache. Who was with him there? He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as he tried to piece together the events from the previous night. The thought of someone taking advantage of his vulnerable state made him question his trust in those around him.
Had he compelled anyone? Or had he been coerced when he was unhappy? Even though those marks and lipstick stains proved otherwise, he would never have allowed that woman to touch himself, even if he had forced someone to have sex with him. Thus, one-half of the mystery is now clear: he was possibly drugged, taken into this ridiculous room, had sex with him, and left before he even awoke.
He was infuriated thinking about only one possible woman who was so desperate to have Taehyung; he knew now what exactly he was going to do if he was able to prove that it was that nasty woman he spent the night with unintentionally; he had to find it by hook or by crook! His mind raced with thoughts of revenge, determined to expose the woman's true intentions and bring justice to himself. He vowed to leave no stone unturned in his quest for the truth, ready to do whatever it took to clear his name and restore his dignity.
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Taehyung asks his personal assistant to hire a makeup artist to hide all the marks on his body. The ladder gave a head nod before leaving to make the necessary preparations. Taehyung exits the building and gets into his car. Even though he was surrounded by so many guards, a small woman managed to take advantage of him.
How on earth was that possible?
This question made him furious. Where were all the guards when this incident happened? When he was drugged, why wasn't he taken home to his wife and not to some random hotel room with a complete fucking stranger? It made him so mad that, at one point, he wanted to beat the shit out of somebody. It left a question about his masculine energy—couldn't he even protect himself?
But he was human after all; the drug had kept his mind shut and his pants open. If there was somebody other than me, the consequences would be the same. But right now, instead of mourning over the deeds and carelessness of his staff, he should focus on finding the woman he slept with.
The staff bowed deeply to him as his car approached the gate of the royal mansion. Nobody dared move as he exited the car and slammed the door shut. His face was colder than usual, and his steps were slow. He wanted to enter his home office right away before seeing his wife, whom he had informed of his arrival. Although she was perplexed, Y/N didn't question his actions. She wanted to accompany him to the home office because why not? She is the madam leader, and she has every right to do whatever she wishes.
However, Taehyung's PA told her that the leader was enraged over the deal and wanted to handle this situation as soon as possible. He must therefore take some time for himself to consider the strategy to use. She had faith.
He encountered the makeup artist standing next to his PA as soon as he entered his office. He took a seat, and they all bowed. His knuckles were white, and his eyes were red. He was a perfect match for lava on fire. The makeup artist had already been given instructions by the PA on how to act around the Yakuza. As Taehyung granted him permission, the man moved slowly while heavily concealing all of the marks with the foundation to match Taehyung's skin tone.
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When he was finished, Taehyung got up and headed for his room to freshen up. His wife is using a hair dryer to dry her hair as he opens the door to greet her. He walks in and closes the door behind them as she turns it off and turns to face him. " Taehyung..." she said as she stood up. Before she can even speak, he kisses her lips as he approaches her more quickly.
It came so quickly. It was challenging for Y/N to keep up with Taehyung's pace as he kissed her while holding her neck. Her presence never failed to give him butterflies, and he was breathing heavily as his heart pounded in his chest. He's got his other hand in his pocket. With kisses that extend from her lips to her cheeks and neck, he pins her to the closest wall. Because of how rough he was, she moaned. She gently creases his chest with her hand as she places it there. He pulls away from her swollen lips and fixes his gaze on her hazel eyes.
Y/N was apprehensive about his angry but tender kiss, but as the Yakuza's wife, she was aware of how to handle his rage in such circumstances. She was aware that if she didn't stop there, he would start pounding inside her pussy immediately. She had red lips after he drew blood from them; her face was flushed; and she appeared captivating in his eyes as he caught his breath.
When such a beauty sleeps in his bed every day and has a submissive face, how could he go to another woman? Even though it wasn't technically his fault, he still felt guilty for what he had done, and he was embarrassed to even think about it. And when he looked into her eyes, which yearned so much for his warmth, he made a promise to himself that no matter what, he would find the woman who was behind all of his and make her show hell on earth.
He was desperate for answers and determined to uncover the truth.
Although the chapters are a little shorter, I update them every day. What do you think, guys?
