"I'm not too sure Darius Acier Hanserheart makes you deputy, director, and executorYour appearance and psychic abilities don't indicate you're suitable. Well, I don't have a problem, the most important thing is that you have been 'appointed'."
Ahio opened the suitcase containing diamonds and a gun.
"What do you want as exchange value?"
Ahio was a little uncomfortable. Ell stared openly at her thighs, which rose to the top of the twin mountain lumps, which was what Darius called Ahio's breasts.
"Your one kiss."
"Hahaha, ridiculous. Speak properly, Ell."
A man raises both hands in surrender. "Okay, I kidding." he chuckled taking a vodka, drinking the liquid down in one gulp. "Come to a sex party in the red light district. There's a human auction there."
"What if we refuse?"
"This isn't an invitation. Tell Darius so."
Ahio's forehead furrowed. "After all, Darius is not the first time to come," said Ell.
"Okay."
Ahio turned her head to the side, almost glared when she accidentally met Fathur's eyes!
'It can't be a coincidence that he's here, they're in cahoots!?'
Ahio almost lost the battle between instinct when she was afraid and common sense not to bite her fingers nervously.
'C'mon, I can't stutter!'
These words are always repeated in Ahio's head as a mantra of encouragement.
"Ahio!"
Fathur, Darius' adopted big brother, waved to his feet after kissing a woman on the cheek.
'Slut.'
Ahio's poisonous mouth was nothing to bother controlling. 'I am free to speak my heart.'
Ahio looked up and down examining a cute girl's appearance. A gaze full of judgment as well as skinning alive. 'The dress lacks material.'
Cletak.
Ell snapped a finger in front of Ahio's face, forcibly removing a girl from her subconscious mind which was busy with her thoughts. "Eh?"
Fathur's large shadow shone clearly in broad daylight surrounding Ahio. "Good afternoon."
Fathur took a seat next to Ell and shook hands like a polite presidential person.
The outstretched hand asked for physical contact with Ahio.
"Illegal business?"
Sweat the size of small pearls trickled down the edges of Ahio's temples. In an imaginary imaging angle, Ahio inhaled deeply to stock her lungs.
"That's more or less it. Are you interested in joining?" A hand link was tight was broken in less than a minute.
Fathur sat like a respectable man but instead idly circled the rim of Ahio's vodka glass, he stared in a daze. It was a caring, possessive second older brother-type of gaze.
"Are you sure you choose Darius over the world I have to offer?"
"Ahem, I'll go to the toilet."
Ell got up and patted Fathur's shoulder, looking down, his lips almost touching the man's earlobe. "Good luck."
'He whispered! But I can still hear! Damn Ell, he did it on purpose!'
Ahio stared at the scene with half-red cheeks. 'Whoa, I remember my favorite BL story.'
Fathur snapped Ahio's forefinger. "Sober, don't daydream."
Ahio tilted her head and smiled innocently, her eyes widened cutely, her cheeks red from the effects of alcohol and her fujo soul in turmoil. Ahio took a glass that still had Fathur's fingers wrapped around the edge of the glass.
Ahio slowly pushed Fathur's fingers.
"Now I've changed my mind, the last few rounds I've encountered several pieces of killing intent. Moreover, if someone disturbs me. It's up to Darius if he wants to kill people, whether it's sin or karma, he's who takes responsibility for it."
Fathur clapped his hands in awe, unnatural constipation, a loose smile on his face.
'Damn, that's not a compliment!'
Ahio's control almost collapsed. She almost frowned.
"You do not remember me?"
"Who are you?" Ahio drank a small sip of alcohol.
"Fathur is not a common name in Western countries, Ahio. I care about you because we met as children."
"When do we meet?"
"You must have forgotten. The child you called a Small Boy, even though you are smaller than me."
Ahio's mouth dropped open. "You." Ahio's index finger pointed at Fathur's grim face. "That filthy, skinny, and naughty child?"
An amazed look appeared. "You're growing well."
Ahio was flabbergasted. "Ha ha ha." In disbelief, Ahio patted the table quite hard with enthusiasm, some of the visitors looked at her strangely.
'To hell with what people think, I don't care.'
Ahio wiped away a single tear that escaped. "No wonder I didn't recognize you. Your glow-up face is not half-hearted."
A big smile on face Fathur. "I'm glad you laughed out loud."
Ahio was speechless. 'When was the last time I laughed like this?'
The glass of vodka crossed the seam of the parting lips without any difficulty and the water entered Ahio's throat. One small flowing sip adds to the burning feeling.
"Yeah, thanks for being honest."
Ahio was still busy laughing covering her red lips and face, not realizing that Fathur had violated the safe distance by rubbing her neck, which was a sensitive place.
"Darius certain 'played' rough. How do you rate him?"
"Stupid question, he hasn't tied me up yet. Our relationship is healthy, stable without intimate relations."
Ahio realized something. She grinned. "Ops, sorry. I talked too much." Ahio looked at the phone screen clock.
"This is rude but I have to go home. I want to feed Darius."
"You're drunk."
"No. You can follow me to make sure and see a protective khodam."
Fathur looked up, not too high, facing the dense smoke, grinning, showing bloody fangs.
"Hahaha, that's the reason why Darius is lucky that you are his mate. I'm jealous."
Ahio shrugged indifferently, slung a luxury bag over her shoulder, and left. Every leg swing gave off the aura of a mature girl.
Ahio met the eyes of a wrinkled old man.
Cling.
Ahio blinked coquettishly and waddled away.
"He's a victim of the Ghost Monster Ahio."
The old man is seduced by Ahio's charm only becomes an idiot man who follows the tail wagging here and there as a picture of a puppy getting a Free Bone.
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