𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |Karma Akabane x Reader|

Chapter 6~|𝓘 𝓢𝓹𝔂...|

-SIX-

❝【𝓘 𝓢𝓹𝔂...】❞

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❛ Turn around...❜

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𝓣—he woman was crazy that's for sure. But talking to a stuffed bear? Even Karma couldn't contain his laughter. This was pure gold.

"Arisu! Bring me more popcorn." Karma called out to his assistant.

That was until [Y/n] started fucking threatening him with a 3.2 million yen sniper rifle that she got from fucking Russia.

He didn't care about all of that right now though. He was getting a nice view of her tits, and her bra was doing a fine job at pushing them up.

The woman had a good body that was certain. In fact, she reminded him of his old highschool language teacher, Professor Bitch. But [Y/n] refused to try and use her body for something useful—like seduction. Think of all the people she could've killed if she just spread her legs and showed off her body once in a while.

Instead she kept it all to herself, hidden in her room like a complete weirdo. The hell was wrong with this woman?

If she wasn't such an uptight and old-fashioned killer she could've easily tried sleeping with Akabane to get some better assassination results.

Now that was an idea he could get behind. Karma would be dead in the blink of an eye, but that would just me a small price to pay for a few minutes of bliss.

He sat there impatiently watching the screen that was connected to the camera in his secret companion's eye.

Who would've thought that infiltrating the girl's home would be this easy.

Too bad all he was doing was staring at walls. [Y/n] was taking forever to get her ass out the shower. This spy work was a huge flop.

Why are women such a strange specimen. It takes Karma like ten minutes to shower, fifteen at best. Yet it was taking [Y/n] forty five.

What the fuck was she doing in there? Fingering herself?

At the sound of a door open ending the boys ears perked up. She was coming. Final-fucking-ly.

He grabbed his bowl of popcorn expecting a good laugh when he saw what kind of fashion disaster the granny had changed into today.

The woman had no taste, every time he saw her she was wearing something bland and always kid friendly. All hail mother Teresa.

When he did lay eyes on her though, his bowl of popcorn toppled onto the floor spilling the contents and making a loud clinging sound. Karma had to zoom in on the video footage. He couldn't believe this shit.

"Well fuck me in the ass with a broomstick." The woman was wearing a short and skimpy, baby-blue lace dress.

Who would've thought inside of an uptight woman's personal life could be this interesting.

"Turn around...turn around.." he began praying to himself. He could only see her from the front, but he was dying to see from the back.

The way [Y/n] had positioned the stuffed bear in the corner allowed Karma to get a full view of her room.

What was she—a fucking fangirl, and at this age? No one still owned posters.

[Y/n] grew closer to the hidden camera, bending forward to pick something up. It's was her rifle box, she hadn't put it back yet.

That's when he saw it. The view straight down her cleavage.

Karma was in complete bliss.

Her dress really wasn't leaving anything to the imagination, and he liked that.

It meant way less work for him.

He turned his screen off for a second whiles she was busy in the closet. "Arisu!" he called out to his assistant.

Quickly she made her way to the room. The door was swung wide open so she took that as a sign to come inside. "Yes sir?"

Arisu already knew how the man could get if she wasn't prompt with her responses.

"Can you bring me some lotion please?" It was an odd request.

Arisu nodded, "anything else sir?"

Asking questions was something she never did. She just did as told. Nothing more, and nothing less.

"Nope, that's it." Karma span his office chair back around.

Arisu wasted no time adhering to her boss' wishes. Promptly she came back with the lotion he requested.

"Thanks, you can go now." Karma dismissed her, not wanting to miss out on any of the events on the other end of his screen.

Arisu began making her way out of the office and right before she left Karma called out to her again. "Can you close the door on your way out?"

"Sure..." she didn't question him.

Once he was sure she was gone he turned his monitor back on.

[Y/n] was bending down to pull out a suitcase from beneath her bed. Probably to pack for her trip to Paris.

He looked down at the tent in his pants and sighed to himself for what he was about to do next.

"How sinful."