You're My Guilty Pleasure

rkening sky wore a peaceful quietness, the world below buzzed with life

in the HY Imperial City. From inside, a spiral of rowdy voices rose into the

lazed on luxurious sofas. Looking at the physique of these men, anyone would easily guess the kind of p

onally. The man in the middle was wearing an unbuttoned black shirt, brandishing his large chest. A colorful mask cove

parted as he smiled. And even behind the mask, even in the darkness, th

sid

was shoved into the dim room, and she fell f

ure and beautiful with no makeup. And sadn

er gaze on the masked man in front of her. A wave

f bills. The bills rustled softly as he flipped through them. The s

rted with a heinous smile, and suddenly

rehead and slipped down her head, s

as a small swell on her forehead. And blood trickled fr

ace. And she looked mystically beautiful in

terly. She struggled up to her feet and made for

to

ng through the mound of bills. The end had come today! Money r

hat blurred every ray of hope. There was nobody one could

r in the sportswear she was wearing. Her eyes were weak with tears

m a thing nor did she need his filthy

stepped backward. All she wanted was to leave this cursed place and never see his face.

on the big crystal tea table which overturned, the bills neatly p

s cold eyes, he stroked her soft white face with his calloused palm. Then he asked

then, believing he was an angel, a morning star in her life. Never did she know he was a demo

about a secon

done with him. He really didn't have to kid

hot a stubborn stare into his eyes. She wasn't going to l

s of bills into her arms. "It's a million in total! And it's all for you! Don't tell me you don't need it. But is your body still really worth so much?" He placed a

insult pricked her pride. "We are over, Wilson!" she hissed. "Go to h

back on the sofa, he said, his voice without emotions, "This woma

ilson had meant when she turned to glance at the huge man stand