All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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"N-no, p-please, I beg you— I—"
He narrowed his blue eyes in distaste, hating the sound of her voice more and more as her moans became higher and higher. How annoying. His hand carelessly carded through his locks of red, ruffling his already disheveled hairstyle before he silently exhaled.
His eyes snapped open, glinting dangerously into the night they zeroed on the woman's figure. He couldn't take how similar to that starlet she looked, the more he gazed at her, the more similar they seemed. He felt his mood plummet with the seconds.
Killing Fujimoto Akari without making her suffer was an error, he should have played with her more before breaking her.
Then again, the girl was going to begin her collaboration with Kise. He couldn't afford to let the boy fall into her trap once more. He remembered all too well how much he had suffered from the rumors previously, accusing him of sexual harassment, bordering assaults—
He breathed, soothing his nerves before rubbing his sinuses in a circular motion with his fingers. The high pitched voice of the girl continued to invade his ears, making his head throb with a headache.
He waved his hand, ushering the black suits next to him to keep her silent. Ahh, how tiring. He couldn't wait for the Winter Cup, then he could fly back to Japan, forget about Korea for a bit.
"Your orders, Young Master?" one of the black suits asked from beside the redhead in fluent Korean.
Song Hye waved his hand dismissively. "I don't care, look into whether or not she can return the money, otherwise add a 15% interest rate and send her to work at one of the bars," he paused, feeling a bit too lenient with the girl before adding. "If she doesn't cooperate, dal with her."
The black suit gave a curt nod, followed by words of understanding before turning to look down at the weeping girl. Her mouth was gagged, following their Young Master's previous orders and her eyes begging for forgiveness. He mentally sighed, pitying the girl for her features and the timing of her debts. The Young Master usually wasn't so ruthless when it was his first visit.
He shrugged, well, who was he to question the Young Master?
Although Song Hye was adopted, his features being enough proof of his western descent, it didn't mean that he was any less competent than the Master and Lady of the house.
