Without hesitation, Luis pulled the trigger after Yamilet's words trailed off.
Bang!
Yamilet couldn't help but whistle with excitement as flames of joy danced in her eyes. "Holy shit! I should buy a lottery ticket tonight!"
Four empty shots later, only two chances remained.
Luis put away his fake smile and tapped Yamilet's excitedly flushed face twice with the gun barrel while uttering two words: "Keep going."
The seconds hand ticked forward relentlessly.
Determined to end this game early, Luis used his free hand to grip Yamilet's nape tightly and thrust into her throat violently.
The unpredictable force made Yamilet gag uncontrollably, and each withdrawal of the penis brought out a pool of saliva that trickled down his throbbing shaft. Even the moonlight in her eyes shattered into pieces.
As she fell to her knees, the mixture of vomit and saliva soaked through Luis's black linen pants.
Breathing heavily, he checked the grandfather clock again - the minute hand was about to strike another mark. He prepared to shoot all over that sharp-toothed mouth and hold it firmly shut until she swallowed every drop of semen.
But his plan was interrupted by a sudden phone call ringing loudly.
"Daddy - answer your phone! Daddy - answer your phone!!" A childish voice echoed in the office like a bucket of cold water poured over them both.
It was Luis's personal phone as part of his clean identity.
Suddenly releasing Yamilet from his grasp, she braced herself on his knees and forced herself free from him before spatting out his flesh blade from her mouth.
One of Luis's strange principles was not allowing people to get involved in his private life or family affairs. So despite having numb knees due to rubbing against the carpet for too long, Yamilet prepared to leave immediately.
However, Luis forcefully pushed down on her shoulders as if weighing them down while staring at her uncomprehending gaze.
Discarding the pistol off to one side, he picked up his phone.
The screen displayed a family portrait of Luis's. His eyes shifted from Daisy's round face to the woman kneeling in front of him.
Making a gesture for silence, Luis answered the call.
"Daddy!"
In less than a second, Luis had switched gears. The fog on his lenses cleared and he smiled, "Daisy, why are you still up so late? Can't sleep?"
"I miss you daddy, you didn't tell me a story and I can't fall asleep!" The little girl pouted.
Yamilet struggled violently. She didn't want to have any connection with Luis's private life.
This is breaking the rules!
She tried to push Luis's hand away but he dug his nails into her skin like bullets piercing through her flesh.
"Where's mommy? Daddy hasn't come back from work yet. Let mommy tell you a story."
Luis contemplated dislocating Yamilet's left shoulder again but thought better of it. He knew that if he did that, this cat would probably refuse to come home for another three or four months.
He pinned down her shoulder and clipped his phone onto his neck. He then grabbed his throbbing member with one hand and began stroking it up and down.
Yamilet's shoulder hurt badly but the pain was nothing compared to what she had been through before.
She widened her eyes as she watched Luis jerk off in front of her, biting her lower lip until it almost bled.
"No-no! Mommy won't tell me your story about riding a whale to go on an adventure!" Maya whined petulantly.
Luis chuckled, "Alright then, daddy will tell you a story."
The young girl Yami rode on a black whale to the next island of adventure. There she found a country known for producing milk, but all the citizens looked gloomy.
She learned that a gang of mouse bandits had been causing trouble on their island. The leader was a gray mouse with one eye who secretly poisoned the milk produced by the cows, severely affecting their milk trade with neighboring countries.
Brave Yami went to the king of the cow nation and offered to defeat the mouse bandits. The king was grateful and promised her an unlimited supply of fresh milk if she could defeat the one-eyed mouse.
Yami donned silver armor, wielded a blue gemstone sword, mounted on her flying white horse and called forth lightning and tornadoes to defeat the bandits at their stronghold.
She returned victorious and the cow king was overjoyed. He ordered a three-day celebration across the country and personally squeezed out fresh milk into a pure gold cup studded with emeralds as an offering to this heroic young girl.
Yami took it in her hands and took a sip. The taste was rich with milky fragrance leaving white whiskers on her lips. The king asked Yami if it tasted good.
"... Yami, did it taste good?" Luis asked Yamilet with a smile.
As he ejaculated, his semen splattered all over Yamilet's face - in her hairline, around her tear mole, nose tip, lips... Everywhere - finally collecting on her chin before slowly dripping down.
Yamilet stuck out her tongue and licked off "the white whiskers" from her lips. Flames burned in those dark eyes as she opened and closed her mouth silently saying: "It tastes amazing."
The little girl on the phone was clearly falling asleep, whispering, "Daddy, how did Yami answer?"
Luis released his grip on Yamilet and whispered in response, "She said it tastes amazing."
"Okay, daddy has finished telling the story, you should go to sleep now." The gentle voice of Fallon came from the phone.
His wife Fallon took over the call from their daughter and spoke softly, "Daisy is falling asleep. I'll stay with her. You can continue with your work, but don't come back too late. I've made soup in the kitchen for you to cool off when you return."
"Okay, got it."
"Bye bye, honey."
Yamilet had already gotten up into the bathroom to turn on the faucet.
Luis picked up a handkerchief next to his computer and wiped off his still-hard penis. His pants and underwear were stained with Yamilet's saliva but he couldn't be bothered to deal with them; he would just change into a new set of clothes later.
He felt thirsty and walked towards the liquor cabinet. He casually grabbed a bottle and opened it without ceremony before taking several big gulps to quench his thirst.
But there was still a desire roaring inside him that wouldn't be satisfied. The beast inside him didn't want to rest yet.
He knew he had lost control.
He always kept two separate worlds that never interfered with each other. Except for Liang, no one in his assassin circle had ever touched anything related to his family matters - those who did were no longer around.
He pursed his lips and took another sip of wine before letting out a sigh.
The sound of running water stopped as Yamilet emerged from the bathroom. Her face was clean but she had washed carelessly; her hairline was wet along with some parts of her dress collar.
She pushed her wet hair behind her ears and spoke in a cold tone, "Finished? Bring me the target information. The driver is waiting outside."
Luis gave her a quick glance and went back to his desk drawer to retrieve a scrap of paper and said, "2 million Hong Kong dollars, needs to look like suicide." His voice was hoarse after ejaculation.
The paper fluttered down onto the table as Yamilet picked it up. It only had one name, an ID number, and a date.
"Got it. I'll take pictures and send them to you once it's done." She put the note inside her chain purse before turning to leave.
"Yami," Luis called out after her.
Yamilet halted but didn't turn back.
"From now on, report back here on your situation once every month." Luis ordered.
The air was quiet for a few seconds before she replied with one word: "Understood."