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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where.do.you.keep.your.secrets?.jpg “I guessthank you for the meal.”
"MAO, you coming or what?" Mingyu looks over his shoulder to see Mao falling behind, knowing that she had to go through the same shit all over again. All the time, every fucking time. Those idiots, they never learn, Mingyu thought when he saw one of the members try to grab Mao. If only they knew she could chop their dicks off in a blink of an eye.
"Fuck off," She curses under her breath and tightens her coat around her, an unsettling expression on her face. Coming over to Seungcheol's meant that they had a task, but that also meant that she was to face the other shitty gang members, too. Literal embodiments of what society has now claimed as 'men are trash'. If men were trash, then these dudes were literal dumpsters.
Dare she say, even the gang members in her father's group respected women better than they did. Perhaps it was because they knew the value of a woman's education, and accepted the fact that although the women in her yakuza family weren't fighters, they were intellectuals who served behind the scenes, brewing medicines and poisons that nobody could, to this day.
Perhaps it was because Mao was a better fighter than all of them, making use of her lighter body and her agile movements, her knowledge of the human body to know the exact points that could leave someone dead in a few seconds, without even a drop of blood spilling.
The women in the Choi gang, on the other hand, were secluded, but treated as a reward for the members who have done so much for the family. She felt sad to see a different situation for them, but it was normal. There were rarely any yakuza that were women, let alone be included in the gang.
"Who's the new guy?" Another member asks her, and Mao turns around to see Minghao being the last one to arrive, walking into the gates of Seungcheol's home. He smiles when he sees her.
When Minghao had walked up to her, she links their arms, pulling Minghao closer. It took him by surprise, but he quickly understood. "My lover." Mao answers with a smile.
"Lover?" The man eyed Minghao angrily, ready to break into a fight. Minghao feels his muscles tense up, ready to defend, when Mao lets go of her grip on him and in a flash, the man was already on the grass, groaning. She turns to look at the other men behind him.
"Listen up. If any other of you touches my man, I'll be more than happy to hang your genitals on my wall. You get that?"
The silence after her words was a clear answer to everyone, even the men themselves. Mao links her arm around Minghao's once again and leads him into the house.
Even within a short moment, Minghao knew the people of the Choi gang could be a simple reason for the whole gang to end. As much as that shocked Minghao, he was happy Mao knew her place in the gang and had the power to stand up for herself.
