Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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It was well past midnight when San handed me a bag, his expression smug and unreadable. "Go on," he murmured, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he leaned back, arms crossed.
I took the bag, raising an eyebrow as I cautiously peeked inside. My jaw dropped, and heat immediately flooded my cheeks. Inside was a soft, crimson-red Santa dress, trimmed with white fur at the hem and neckline. Alongside it lay a black choker and a pair of sleek, glittering heels that looked both festive and... undeniably bold. I swallowed, glancing up at him in shock, and he simply raised an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?" I whispered, still processing the outfit.
"Dead serious." His smirk grew as he leaned forward. "And I expect you to wear every part of it."
I shook my head, laughing despite myself, though my cheeks remained flushed. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"
He shrugged casually. "I thought a little holiday spirit might suit you. Now, be a good boy and get changed," he said, gesturing toward the bathroom with a wave of his hand. "I want to see you looking... festive."
There was no arguing with him when he had that look in his eyes. With a dramatic sigh but secretly thrilled, I took the bag and slipped off toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was softly lit, and I took a deep breath, looking down at the outfit in my hands—a daringly short Santa dress, complete with the black choker and a pair of stunningly high, glittering heels. The rich red fabric felt soft against my fingers, trimmed with delicate white fur at the hem and neckline, giving it an invitingly festive look that managed to be both innocent and wicked. I couldn't help but smirk to myself; San was out of his mind, but he clearly had a vision for this.
With a slow exhale, I slipped out of my clothes and carefully eased into the dress, tugging it over my shoulders and smoothing the fabric down. The hemline barely skimmed mid-thigh, making it daringly short, and the fit was snug, hugging my body in all the right places. I adjusted the fur-trimmed neckline, pulling it slightly off one shoulder for an extra hint of tease.
Next, I fastened the black choker around my neck, feeling its soft material sit snugly against my skin, and glanced down at the heels. They sparkled in the low light, eye-catching and bold. I slipped my feet into them, carefully straightening up as I adjusted to their height, feeling my stance shift, lengthening my legs and adding a hint of sway to my walk.
I took a moment to check myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair to ensure it fell perfectly, slightly tousled and alluring. With a little fluffing, a few adjustments, and one final glance, I gave myself an approving nod.
I took a deep breath, feeling a thrill run through me as I opened the door a crack, letting my leg slowly slide out, the heel catching the light. I stepped out into the room, taking my time, allowing each step to be slow and deliberate, my hips swaying naturally. When I reached the center, I struck a pose, smirking over my shoulder as I gave him a slow, teasing spin.
