Celestial reunion : The game

Chapter 6

Goodness gracious! This enchantress has me in a tizzy. Her fragrance, her countenance, her grin, her alluring décolletage, her quarron, her likam, she herself has me in a frenzy, stimulated. Have I encountered her before the mishap or is it just my lunar tattoos that are ablaze in her presence?

I excuse myself to the restroom after her uncomfortable inquiry.

As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, sweat trickles down my face, my cheeks and nose are flushed, my back throbs, and my head spins. I pace around attempting to compose myself. As I begin to feel more collected, a barrage of inquiries flood my mind.

'Why is this happening?'

'Am I truly going to collaborate with a complete stranger?'

'Why does everything feel so right?'

'How long will this take?'

'Will we be able to accomplish this alone?'

'Will Taehyung interfere?'

'Why is she attempting to harm my handsome father?'

'Who aided her in entering dayland if she is a moonling?'

And many more of these slutty questions.

Curse it all,
Shit!
I require clarity...

But I know it quite well, she wouldn't answer untill I reveal everything and I'm not the one who's gonna do it in the first place so fuck everything!

After regaining composure, I step away from the mirror and release my shirt. I pivot and observe my exposed back. The pulsating nature of my lunar tattoos becomes apparent, radiating a vibrant purple glow.

I can feel the energy coursing through my body, as if the tattoos themselves are alive and pulsing with power. I run my fingers over the intricate designs, tracing the lines and curves that make up the lunar symbols. Each one represents a different phase of the moon, and together they form a powerful spell that I can call upon when needed.

As I stand there, bathed in the purple glow of my tattoos, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. It's as if the magic is soothing my soul, reminding me of my purpose and giving me the strength to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

After mentally decluttering and slipping back into my silky shirt, I gracefully make my way to the drawing room. And just like a perfectly choreographed dance, Taehyung emerges from the kitchen, synchronized with my every step. He beckons me and my amiga for dinner, exclaiming, "Hey folks, the feast is ready. Let's chow down!"

The remainder of the evening unfolds splendidly. We indulge in scrumptious food and engage in lively conversations which had mainly Taehyung giving about random knowledge. I get home safely and sleep for the fuck's sake.

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Bright and early, I rise from my slumber and swiftly inspect my personal piggy bank. Who needs a fortune when you've got enough to make a piggy squeal? With a generous portion in hand, I march off to university like a money-savvy superhero.

I wear black turtle neck with a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. I pair them with black boots and shades.

Why does it seem like I'm a secret agent infiltrating a high-stakes mission? I burst into the classroom, spotting Hye Jin in her usual spot. With a swift move, I slide next to her and casually place a stack of cash on the desk. She glances at the money, then shoots me a judgmental look.

Almost ordering me, she says, "Take a quarter of the money and stash the rest safely."

"I'm not exactly middle class, so you can take the full amount." I reply.