hideaki mao is not one to believe in true love, but tries hard not to fall for the charismatic, erotica writer xu minghao.
"I know that you would die
and kill for me,"
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the.risks.we.take.jpeg “Oh dear daddy, I didn't get the chance to cum yet!”
THE bonds under her shirt felt unexpectedly comfortable than usual, that black rope, and Mao knew the difference very well. A different material; a little velvety to the touch. One that was nice enough to move around in, but served the right amount of excitement underneath.
Junhui had tied her up once again right when they were in the middle of preparation, and as both of them stared at the reflection of Mao in the mirror, Junhui lets out a pleased grin. The black rope looks even better on her, perhaps even more alluring than red, but everyone knew that Mao would still look good in both. Except for Jihoon, who did not want to admit such a thing.
Mingyu had designed the rope specifically with another individual, a person they've rarely met up with. Hansol is well known for designing modern day gadgets that anyone would probably never even think of, like this new rope. Then there was the gold necklace with a microphone, the crystallized hair clip with a camera and the earrings (which Mao think would suit Minghao) that also work as a speaker and tracker. It was simple, really, and all Mingyu had to do was give him the design he wanted and Hansol would work on it.
Mao's only met him several times before, and nobody would think he would be in this type of business. He looked like any other neighborhood kid though he reached legal age; dressed in baggy sweatshirts from the local thrift shop and chugs cola for a living. Jihoon apparently adores the boy.
So when Mao was finally dressed up in a crisp white shirt and a black skirt, it was probably not the ideal attire to wear with ropes digging into her skin. It was a risk, but she had to at the very least agree to the dress code.
"That ring that you added in the middle. It's quite nice," Minghao's fingers trail to the bonds around her neck, tracing them ever so gently. If that was enough to send electricity through Mao's body, then she probably knows what would happen if he was the one who tied her up himself.
Junhui beams at the compliment, "You think so too? It's a great addition." Minghao hums slightly, and his fingers travel more into her collar, tugging to see the skin on her neck. Mao, although finding it somewhat suggestive, places a hand on his fingers and gently pushes him away.
"I'll let you touch them as much as you want once this is done, Mr. Xu." Mao offers him a smile, and Minghao is caught off guard, a little flustered than usual. Perhaps he himself didn't realize what he was doing.
"Five minutes away from destination." Jihoon announcess, the screen on his lap. Actually, there were a bunch of screens in the van; and every single one of them were installed by Jihoon to use as a CCTV, or a navigation device. Whatever it may be of use, it was a flexible item after all.
"Now listen here. There's a camera installed in each of the rooms of the house, except the last block by the beach, where Baekwon usually resides. The reason being we don't know if it's the real room he'll use for the night." Mingyu rests a small metal box on his lap, running his fingers along the edges.
