Mafia's son of the cruel boss and an elite prostitute would have never met if not plans of the father of Hyunjin.
The broken life of an angel faced boy who is loved by everyone and lost child of criminal will meet one day, when one sided love will b...
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"You're gorgeous," a woman's voice called out as I turned to see a well-dressed, cheerful woman in her 40s approaching me. She exuded confidence and charm, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"I guess you'll be very popular here," she continued, stepping closer. Now face-to-face, I could see her scrutinizing me with a mix of admiration and curiosity.
"My name is Margaret, and I'm the owner of the salon," she introduced herself, extending a hand with a smile. As I shook it, she studied me closely. "You have your father's eyes."
I looked down, unsure how to react to her words or the situation itself. Everything felt surreal and overwhelming.
"The charm you possess will make you very popular at our place," she remarked.
"And what exactly is 'your place'?" I asked, trying to understand.
Margaret giggled, stepping even closer until I could smell the floral notes of her perfume. She gently lifted my chin with her fingers, her touch delicate yet commanding.
"It's a place where your deepest, darkest desires become reality—a place where you will feel extremely good," she whispered.
"What do you mean?" I asked, more confused than ever as she released her hold on me.
"Your father requested the best for you, and that's what you'll get. Just follow me," she said. Though stunned, I stayed by her side, casting a glance at my father. He was still deep in conversation with some guests but briefly met my eyes before turning back to his business.
I followed Margaret downstairs to a large library. She pulled a book from the shelf, and to my surprise, a concrete wall slid open, revealing a tunnel softly illuminated by lights at the far end. We walked through the passage, entering a lavishly decorated room filled with plush sofas and glittering crystal lamps. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air.
Beautiful people were scattered around the room, their angelic white clothes contrasting with the opulent surroundings. Men and women alike turned to look at me as soon as I entered, their curious gazes filled with interest. The young women eyed me with pleasure, while the men appraised me with a different kind of curiosity.
"Don't stare too much! He's out of your league," Margaret quipped, snickering as she led me further into the hall, past a series of locked doors. Each door we passed seemed to conceal its own secrets, but we stopped in front of the largest one.
"Have fun," she said with a sly smile, leaving me alone in front of the white door. I hesitated, unsure of what lay beyond. The golden handle gleamed invitingly, but fear gripped me, making it hard to move.
Finally, I pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit, cozy room. A large white bed with intricate floral engravings immediately caught my eye, along with a small fireplace and a bookshelf brimming with titles that meant nothing to me. The fresh scent of the room was inviting, yet unfamiliar.
A figure stood near a table at the back of the room. His white hair was soft and long, and his large eyes held an intimidating yet captivating gaze. He turned toward me, smiling sweetly as he approached.
"You're so handsome, Hyunjin," he said, his voice gentle but assured. He seemed to know me already, and the way his loose linen shirt clung to his slim frame only added to his ethereal presence. His soft features were complemented by freckles that elevated his beauty to an almost angelic level. He stepped closer, touching my face gently, his fingers tracing my skin with a tenderness that made me shiver.
"So soft," he murmured. "You're a true beauty, sir."
"What's your name?" I finally managed to ask, my voice betraying my nerves. He smiled, clearly pleased by the sound of my voice as he leaned in closer.
"Felix. You can call me that," he replied before pushing me gently, causing me to fall back onto the bed. The soft sheets cradled me as Felix climbed on top, his hands cupping my face as he drew nearer.
"I'm here to make you feel good, so let me, please," he said softly. His touch was calming, disarming me completely. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, but I didn't know how to respond. I had no experience, and it showed in my clumsy attempts to kiss him back.
"Open your mouth," he instructed gently, his sweet tongue slipping inside as he deepened the kiss.
He wasn't forceful—his touches were so delicate that it felt like he was handling something fragile, almost unreal. As the kiss continued, I started to relax, my nervousness giving way to the strange new sensations. His hands roamed my chest, and he began to undress me with practiced ease.
His face remained calm and lovely throughout, as if nothing in this world could disturb him. It was clear he was used to giving affection, but for some reason, I wanted him to give it only to me. I knew it was wrong, that this craving was a mistake, but I couldn't help it. I was becoming addicted to him, to the way he made me feel.
"Can I undress you?" Felix asked, his voice laced with passion. I nodded, unable to refuse, and he slowly opened my trousers.
"Wait!" I protested, but it was too late. He had already taken hold of me, kissing me in ways that made my head spin, as though I were drunk on a sensation I'd never known. It felt like a dream, every touch sending me deeper into a haze of pleasure.
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking up at me with those tender, innocent eyes. I smiled, his question breaking me down even further.
"Don't be nervous; I'll do everything right," he reassured me.
P.S. I got lots of picts prepared for this one...my leg is better and my back too) (for those who were asking) I am on track finally but my job starts hectic next weeks and i am lucky i have finished several books, so you will be updated......tell me if any other ship you want to see....
