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He was taught not to feel, to hide his doubts under layers of abuse and pain from his own parents.

His days passed by learning martial arts, being beaten up once and again to learn how to kill, mastering every weapon until his parents decided he was old enough to kill for the first time. 

He was only seven when he killed his first man. He is never going to forget how the man screamed for his life, tied on the floor and even held down by his father's men. He sliced his neck, looking straight into his eyes as he watched the men choke on blood, life escaping from his eyes until they were empty. 

Chanyeol did not sleep for days. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the man begging, bleeding to death because of what he did. 

His father found out why he was not training as hard as he was before, why he was not the Chanyeol he was training him to be. 

Whips, blood and screams. 

Chanyeol spent a whole week tidied up to a wall, no water or food for him but a lot of time to think about his own survival. 

He was left there, his back bleeding, naked, in complete dark. He knew this was his father's worst punishment but also a test.

He did not want to be the man begging for his life. He did not want to die tied up and his throat open. He did not want to die. He wanted to kill those who tried to get in his way. He wanted to live in expensive houses and drive luxury cars; he wanted to have the best life. He wanted freedom. And for that, he needed to be a demon. He needed to kill without regrets. He needed to be the most powerful man on Earth. 

And only then, he would kill his father. 

That was what freedom meant. 

Park Chanyeol came out of that zulo with a purpose, determined to do what he was told to achieve his goal. 

There were dozens of lives taken and cero regrets. 

He even found it comforting to kill someone. He outlived one more person, he was a kill closer to murder his father, and he was achieving his goal with each person he killed. He was mastering on the art of murder, getting ready for his last victim. 

He found out his father had more tests prepared for him and his loyalty and Chanyeol was delighted to do them. Earning his father's trust would make everything easier. 

Then he met Kyungsoo. 

He was ten years old at that time. His father's men had beaten him up badly, he was sure he had his ribs broken, and left on the streets with the only premise of coming back home with the hand of a dead man. He could not even remember seeing them disappear before falling unconscious on the middle of a dark alley.  

When he woke up two days later, he stood up and looked for a weapon he could use to kill a man but his body ached to the point it was painful to breath. 

He was lucky he found a boy sleeping not far from where he was. He did not want to kill a boy but it he needed to. He needed to go back and keep training to achieve his goal. He raised his hand, a thick rock on his hand to help himself to knock him out and break his head but the boy suddenly opened his eyes. 

Chanyeol saw the same scared eyes of the first man he killed.

He stepped back and dropped the rock, falling on his butt as he felt his body giving up. 

Kyungsoo was the first person to show him kindness. 

Kyungsoo was as broken as he was in his own ways but he was still kind, he still had hope in humankind when Chanyeol had lost it. Kyungsoo had close to nothing but he still shared it with him. After taking some hours of rest, water and some disgusting food he had probably found in the trash, Chanyeol decided to leave and look for another pray. 

He appeared back at home a day later, with the hand of a homeless man he found already dead on an alley. No one needed to know he did not kill him himself. 

He could feel how proud his father was that he survived. He was so proud he granted him a wish for his hard work. 

Kyungsoo. 

He told his dad he wanted to have his personal house cleaner and he knew exactly whom he wanted. 

Kyungsoo was the connection he needed with real world not to lose his mind in this nightmare. 

For once in his life, his father did something food for him. 

---

"You are free to go now. You are free to live your own life"

Kyungsoo had laughed at those words the moment Chanyeol said them. 

"You would not be able to survive without me, gangster" 

That was true.  

For the past eight years, Kyungsoo had been Chanyeol's best friend. No. He was more than that. The cook was the stability the gangster needed in order not to go Berserker. 

He saw how humankind could be kind, could be humble, innocent and selfless. Kyungsoo was the person he needed to remind himself how the Park Chanyeol everyone knows was only temporary until he killed his own father.

Then he could be whoever he wanted to be. 

He never expected in his whole life to become the dad of two teenagers. Kim Jongin and Byun Baekhyun came into his life unexpectedly. He admired how brave Baekhyun was to defend his own brother, how he did not hesitate to put himself in front of the gun and almost press the trigger. 

The two kids reminded him of Kyungsoo when he met him and his heart broke a little. They were stealing to eat, to survive. He understood what survival means and he was not going to punish them. 

The gangster took the two kids home, like he took Kyungsoo almost ten years ago and he offered them a life. A life of murder and illegal jobs but a better than their own death. He did not trust his father's men after everything that had happened during his own life so he took Baekhyun as his second hand. The teenager was willing to do anything he was asked to, he was loyal and strong; his mind could easily pull out a good plan or business. 

Sooner than he expected, he had the siblings living under his roof, bringing light into his house. He started experiencing different feelings of what he was used to. His home was full of laughter, of jokes, of love. 

Chanyeol found himself admiring the people he lived with, he knew he would give his life for any of them if needed. 

What shocked him the most was the relationship between Jongin and Kyungsoo. He saw them falling in love. He noticed their smiles, their knowing looks, their cuddles and their kisses. He wondered how love was like. 

He knew sex. He started having sex when his father hired a hooker for him for his sixteen birthday. He was not even that interested in sex, it was pure need of release stress but he was fascinated by the way they felt. 

Would he be able to feel love? Would he be able to feel more than his desire of vengeance?

Probably not. 

And then, he saw Akiko. 

Well, he saw the unknown girl. 

He was fascinated by the black-haired girl who was fighting with five guys as big as himself. He was not paying attention to the meeting, his eyes were fixed on the way she moved, on how she fought expertly and knocked them over like the men were not huge. 

"Who is she?" he asked. 

"No one" 

His eyes were still fixed on the girl when she looked up at him. Did she see him staring? He could not get himself to look away, not even when the she through a knife right into his direction but got stuck on the window. She glared. She glared at him hard before she left into the woods and disappeared. Chanyeol wanted to follow her, ask her who she was but he had to stay locked on that office. 

He did not managed to see her again that day, his eyes scanning every corner of the house as he left but she was nowhere in sight.

If it was not for Mr. Nakamura reaction to his words, he would have thought he had imagined her. 

---

“Do you know who that girl living with the Nakamura is?” 

Chanyeol could not stop thinking about her. 

She appeared on his dreams, fighting against him, pinning him down on the floor and then smiling at him. Would her smile look as beautiful in real life as it would be on his dreams? It has been a couple of years since he saw her, but his dreams only got recurrent. He tried to brush it off, keep his thought for himself but he was starting to get crazy. Chanyeol tried looking for information about the girl but there was none. Anyone knew about her existence. If it was no for Mr. Nakamura’s face that day, he would have thought he was insane. 

“Kind of” 

He felt his heart beating at his ears with his words. The Chinese Butcher had become one of his best friends. They were around the same age, with parents who abused them and they shared the same liking to ending lives. Their friendship grew closer with their deals and missions together so it was not strange to see them together more than what they should. They shared the desire of vengeance and they were going to help each other to achieve it. 

“There are many yakuza leaders disappearing lately and I think it has to do with the Nakamura” The Chinese explains as he looks at his poker cards. “The only thing people know about her is that she is a very young woman. The Kunoichi they call her” 

Chanyeol threw the cards on the table, his mind out of the game since the beginning of the round. He was sure the girl was the Kunoichi. He has seen her fight, he has seen her eyes and stare and he was sure only a girl like that would be able to end the lives of the Yakuza that easily. 

“What’s with that?” 

“I know her, I’ve seen her” Chanyeol finally confess, sipping from his whiskey. “It was long ago in Japan but I would recognize her”

“I have a picture” Kris smirks, looking for something on his jacket. “I actually got it for you since you have always been so interested on her” 

“What are you talking about?” Chanyeol asked, his brows in a thin line as he watched the Chinese look for the picture inside his jacket. 

“Do you think I am stupid or what?” he asked but Chanyeol decided not to answer. 

She is even more beautiful that what he remembered. The picture was taken as she was sitting on a huge black and red motorbike. Her milky thighs were exposed, hugging the vehicle beautiful as she was talking with someone next to her. She was wearing a leather jacket, her black locks falling everywhere but her face. Chanyeol was breathless for a second, touching the picture softly as he traced her legs. He was sure there was no creature as beautiful as she was. Her red plump lips, her fierce eyes, the way she looked dangerous even doing nothing.

“I guess by your expression that the girl you saw that day and the Kunoichi are the same person”

“Can I keep this?”

"As I said earlier, this is for you" Yifan drank from his whiskey, trying to hide his smile. "So you can feed your crush"

Beautiful…

Stunning…

A goddess...

“So this is the famous picture” 

Chanyeol jumps from his chair, scared about the sudden voice behind him. He will never get used to the way his wife manages to sneak around without him noticing. The picture soon disappears from his hands before he can hide it on his drawer but he decides it is better not to fight against her now. He decides to pull her wife on top of him, to make her sit on his lap to at least have her closer to him. 

“If I knew you had a crush on me I would have had so much fun teasing you” Chanyeol chuckles, hiding his face on her neck to leave a trail of kisses down to her shoulders. 

“Teasing me?” he asks. “You would have fallen for me eventually. We are connected to each other, we are soulmates"

"You are getting so damn cheesy" Chanyeol chuckles against her neck but she pulls away, back on her feet as she walks to the balcony. He decides to follow, watching from there how she jumps to the garden to resume her training with Zitian. 

His eyes cannot leave her frame as she moves.

Chanyeol remembers the second time he saw her in person. 

A little bit over four years had passed since the first time he landed his eyes on her. The glow up was obvious. The black dress hugged her curves beautifully, revealing how toned her legs were, her black hair long to his hips, her lips red and eyes shining brightly in anticipation. 

When the offer of marrying the Kunoichi in exchanged of protection came, he almost shouted in happiness but he managed not to look desperate as he agreed. 

Having her on his arms the first night, fighting with her, kissing her felt like a dream. He wanted to think it was lust but no. 

He was falling, falling really hard for Akiko. 

Chanyeol feels complete now. The Kunoichi is everything he has ever wanted but he did not know. 

He would leave everything behind for her. 

He would give his life for her. 

Akiko is his everything. 

---

"Why are we here?" I groan in annoyance, looking out of the window to the streets I already know by heart. 

"Because I have a surprise waiting for you" 

When Chanyeol told me we were flying to Japan I completely disliked the idea. I still manage some of my own business from Korea but coming back after what happened with Father has been difficult. I no longer feel like I am at home, I feel out of place here but Chanyeol insisted in coming or he would take my weapons away. Just like a little kid with no other options, I had to accept. 

I am afraid he is taking me back to talk with Father because I am not ready to see him even after almost six months since what happened. I am not ready to see how he has probably aged another decade in the past months since the Park's New Year's party. 

However, the car is not following the route to my old house but taking just the opposite direction. The car stops in front of large iron doors that start to open slowly. I know this is an exclusive area in which luxury villas are located for people too rich to live with the rest of the world. Who are we seeing?

The doors open slowly, revealing a huge traditional Japanese house at the end of the way. I step out of the car before it starts moving again, looking everywhere as I am stunned by the property. 

"Akiko" Chanyeol calls for my name as he lets the car go to the front of the house. "This is for you" 

"What?" 

I try to digest the views around me. It is beautiful. Everything is green around us: pond full of koi fish on our right and a cute place to have tea on the other side of the garden under the shadow of a huge tree. I walk to the main house slowly, taking the sight around me before I open the main door. 

"This is ours, baby girl" Chanyeol whispers, his arms around my waist as he rests his head on my shoulders. "Happy anniversary" 

"Is this really for us?" I ask, looking everywhere in the house. 

"Yeah, every time we come here we will have our home" Chanyeol explains, following me around the property. "You are Japanese after all and this is your home too" 

"This is just amazing, babe" 

The house combines Japanese traditional style with all the modern facilities of today. From the living to our bedroom, everything is perfect. I would have not done it better but Chanyeol always knows exactly what to do. 

"I… my present for you is so lame compared to this" I whisper, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. 

"What present?" He asks, his brows on a thin line. 

I take my top off, revealing a black lace bra that makes him bite his lower lip but I guide his hand to my ribs. His fingers brush my skin softly, noticing the slight bump on the skin before he looks closer. Chanyeol gasps in surprise when he sees the tattoo, a shocked expression on his face. 

"Baby?" He asks but I only smile at him. 

"I did not know what I could give to someone who has everything with just a snap of his fingers so I thought it would be a good idea to give you a proof of my feelings since I know I am a bitch sometimes" I explain, too embarrassed to look at him right now. "But this only makes sense if you get a matching one" 

"Did you get it done this morning before coming?" He asks as I nod slowly. "I would get mine once we come back" 

"Really?" Chanyeol nods, a beautiful smile on his face as I feel relieved with his reaction. 

The tattoo is small, his name in Korean tattooed on my ribs. It is simple but cute, the perfect demonstration of my commitment to him. Chanyeol leans in closer until he gives a small peck to the skin that is still bruised. 

"What should I get then?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Something like this?" 

My jaw falls open when I see the tattoo on his bicep.

That is me. 

I can recognize myself on his skin. 

It is my side profile, wearing a flower-pattern yukata with a katana right in front of my face, aligned with my lips and nose. The hair is falling everywhere, cherry flower petals around me  and the Kunoichi symbol on the handle of the katana. 

"Why do you have to be so…?" He chuckles, stroking my thighs slowly. "I did nothing compared to what you did for me…"

"Don't compare, baby" he whispers, giving kisses along my shoulders. "You wrote my own name on your skin forever" 

"I know but you have my face on you!" He chuckles again, making me look right into his eyes. 

"Who says it is you?" He teases. "Shut up and enjoy our first anniversary" 

"After this, you cannot do a damn thing for like five years" Chanyeol throws me into the bed, almost knocking me over with the headboard. 

"Let me fuck your cute little ass and we are even"

 ~~~~~~

 CHAPTERS HERE

YAZUKAS:

Nakamura Akiko (24): wakagashira del clan yakuza Yamaguchi-gumi. Adopted by the oyabun when she was ten and trained by him - like a real daughter. Real parents are Korean so her real given name is Kim Jieun but she hates everything it has to do with SK even though it comes handy at times. Mixed martial arts expert, known as The Kunoichi as she is known for doing individual missions and killing without noticing.

Nakamura Keisuke (67): oyabun of the Yamaguchi-gumi. He found Akiko on the street, being sold by her own parents and decided to take her and train her to be her second hand and a mortal weapon. Loves her and treats her like her real daughter.

Nakamura Matsuke (35): oyabun’s real son. He wants Akiko’s position in the clan so he has tries to kill her several times without success. Akiko has always kept his tries for herself because she does not want to upset dad even though her patience is soon going to end. He suggests the arrange married.

Mackenyu (19): Akiko’s assistant. She took him from the streets three years ago and is always besides her. He looks soft but his hands are always ready to defend his boss when needed. Calls her onesan.

 JOPOK:

Park Chanyeol (32): leader of the most important mafia gang in SK. Takes everything he wants without asking and Akiko is his target.

Byun Baekhyun (28): Chanyeol’s right hand. He is always besides him and knows every little detail about his leader. He lives in the villa with the rest of the important people of the gang. He stops Chanyeol’s impulses but he is the man that kills quick and without notice.

Kim Jongin (25): Chanyeol’s second hand. As Baekhyun, he is always next to Chanyeol even though he does not get involved as much as him. Jongin is the best spy on the gang, he informs about everything around Korea.

Do Kyungsoo (35): cook of the villa. He knows he works for the mafia but he does not know what exactly goes on in there. Crushing in Jongin since forever. The only soul in the house who is willing to help and listen to Akiko.

WARNINGS:

“What are you doing here?” Lee Hayeon, the makeup artist that Chanyeol has hired as my personal stylist for special events is now at our bedroom's door. She is carrying a big suitcase and a wheeled rack with huge bags for dresses. She looks nervous, giving some glances behind me to Chanyeol, who is still naked on the bed after our funny nap full of sex.

“Mr. Park told me you need to get ready for an event tonight,” she explains.

“What event tonight, babe?” I turn around, licking my lips at the sight of his naked body shining in sweat since it has not been long since we finished the last round.

“It is a last minute thing tonight," Chanyeol explains as he gets up from the bed, walking on his huge naked glory to grab a pair of grey sweats from the other side of the room. I glance back to the girl, who is blushing madly as she cannot keep her eyes off Chanyeol as he puts the clothes on. “But I have everything under control”

“As always” Chanyeol holds my body close, his hands slipping under the short robe to grab my ass cheeks as he devours my lips in front of the poor girl. I lick my lower lip when he breaks the kiss, his finger poking my entrance teasingly.

“Chanyeol, you are going to traumatize her” he winks before he lets go of my body and licks his finger playfully.

“You already know what you have to do” Chanyeol pats the girl’s back, making her blush even harder than before.

“Sorry about that, he likes showing off” I apologize as she walks in. “I will take a quick shower while you prepare everything”

Hayeon has a hard time covering the love bites Chanyeol has left on my neck and chest but she manages to leave my skin glowing beautifully and covered by the diamonds on my neck. The usual smokey eyes and red lips are nowhere to be seen today and a natural glow takes its place. I am not used to this kind of makeup, I do not look as fierce as I would like, making people shiver with my mere gaze.

“Chanyeol wanted this?” I ask her, checking myself on the mirror of the vanity.

My lips are tainted in a shade of nude pink, fake eyelashes that hide the warm eyeshadows. My skin looks like porcelain like a cute doll instead of the wild tigress Chanyeol always compares me too.

Chanyeol always chooses the most expensive lingerie he can find but this time he has gone over it. A white bra with lace and crystals that hugs my chest beautifully, my boobs looking even bigger and my waist smaller. Hayeon helps my tie the white stockings to the lace thong. The next step is the shoes, some white high heels tied on the ankle and then she finally lets me see the dress.

A white dress.

Chanyeol would have never chosen this color or the makeup so it might be a weird party with a dress code. I put it on carefully, the sleeves resting under my shoulders, the fabric hugging the curves of my body to the floor. It looks beautiful. I look beautiful.

It is different from what I am used to but I love it. I actually look like a nice girl and not the savage yakuza I am used to. My hair is styled as some soft waves to my waist, making me look like a cute doll.

“You look so beautiful, Akiko” Hayeon says as she applies some more powder to my cheeks.

There is some knocking on the door before it opens without any consent. I look at the man through the mirror, a wide smile on my face as I look at him

“Wow, Kunoichi” Yifan hugs my waist, trying not to mess up my clothes. “Chanyeol is lucky I like dick more than boobs”

“What are you doing here and why didn't Chanyeol told me?” I ask him but he just shrugs.

“I have heard he has been pretty damn busy eating you up every time he has a chance” he irks his eyebrows teasingly and I hit his chest with my fist, making him laugh harder. “Let's go, Chanyeol is already waiting downstairs”

I stop on my tracks when we reach the end of the stairs. I cannot believe this. There is a path of rose petals to the garden where Chanyeol is waiting. He is standing there, wearing a beautiful black suit, his hair styled with gel showing his forehead and a wide proud smile. Kyungsoo acts as the officiant under an arc made of beautiful red roses and there are dim lights and candles everywhere. Jongin, Baekhyun and Tao are standing at the sides of the petals path, cute smiles on their faces as they are waiting for me.

A wedding.

This is a damn wedding.

And I am the bride.

“Before you ran away” Kris starts as he holds my hand resting on his arm to keep me in place. “Chanyeol told me to remind you about the conversation you two had on the private jet on your way back from Japan a couple of weeks ago”

*

“We haven't gotten married yet, you know?” Chanyeol asks, his thumb making circles on my hipbones. “We always say we are married but we aren't yet”

“Let's just sign the papers when we come back” I cuddle closer to him, my legs over his lap as he keeps sipping on his whiskey.

“Don't you want a fancy wedding with a princess dress, lots of flowers and guests and such?” He asks but I am quick to shake my head as I straddle his lap teasingly.

“I want to sign the papers, have a fancy dinner at that sushi place I like and cover my whole body in whipped cream so you have to eat me up” I tell him, moving my hips to rub against him.

“Why do I have to hear those things?” Baekhyun groans but I glare at him.

“I love that, the last part is like a dream come true but I want a big wedding, to show off” I roll my eyes but he chuckles, pulling me closer for a kiss. “We will find something in the middle, don't worry”

*

“This bastard” Yifan chuckles, handing me a bouquet of red roses before we walk through the path.

“Take care of my boy, Akiko” Yifan whispers as he puts his hands on top of mine. “If you want to kill him, go ahead but do not break his heart”

“Isn't it the same thing?” I ask him, my brows frown in confusion.

“You know what I mean”

Chanyeol looks nervous, the smile never leaving his face as he cannot stay still on place. I laugh, shaking my head as our gazes are locked together. Soft music is playing on the background, everything looking like it has just came out of Pinterest but I would not have wanted it any other way. Yifan lets go of me when we reach Chanyeol, giving a light kiss to my cheek before he goes back to Tao.

“You look beautiful, like an angel” I smile, feeling my cheeks blush with his words.

A wedding has never been even a part of my plans. My life has always been the clan, the yakuza, my Father, Mackenyu… I have pictured myself on the villa, growing old with Mackenyu as my right hand and ruling the dark world of Japan but my life has completely changed now. Not because the marriage because I can always get a divorce, not because I live in Korea because I can always come back home but because I am falling in love with the mafia lord.

I am not paying much attention to Kyungsoo's words. My head is spinning around hundreds of thoughts of my future, on how everything has changed in the last three months and I am not only comfortable with this but I want it.

“Nakamura Akiko” Kyungsoo calls for my name, snapping back to real world “would you…?”

“Kim Jieun” Kyungsoo frowns at the name. I do not even know why I said it aloud but my old Korean name flows out of my mouth. "That is my real name, my Korean name”

“Kim Jieun," Chanyeol's eyes are shining brightly, excitement taking over him "do you accept Park Chanyeol, the man you swore to kill, as your husband in light and darkness?"

"I do" I cannot help but laugh at the question Kyungsoo has asked me, rolling my eyes at the way Chanyeol has cracked. Kris hands me a ring, a beautiful black wedding band with embedded small diamonds on the middle. I take Chanyeol’s hand, placing it on the ring finger on his right hand.

"Park Chanyeol," Kyungsoo calls for his name "do you accept Nakamura Akiko slash Kim Jieun, the woman who has tries to kill you several times and will probably keep trying, as your wife in light and darkness"

"Of course" Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a ring as he takes my right hand. "You have changed my world, you have changed myself, and you are so beautiful and so amazing… And I love you, baby girl"

"You are so extra" I chuckle when I see the extravagant black band with a huge diamond on the middle and two smaller ones on each side. "I don't need a diamond this big"

"I do" he kisses the back of my hand, a sweet peck before he lets it go. "You deserve every cute and beautiful thing in this world"

"Kiss her before I start crying" Kyungsoo whispers, looking away.

Chanyeol pulls me closer by my waist, our bodies crashing together before he leans down to peck my lips. He kisses me slowly, not the rushed kisses we are used to. He catches my lower lip with his, giving a sweet lick before he lets go and I smile at him.

"I love you," he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine.

~~~~~

“I don't dance,” I say as I shake my hands in front of me but everyone is cheering on us. “No, no, no”

“Come on, baby, I don't dance neither but just this time, as just married” Chanyeol holds my hands, pulling me up with him and crashing me against his chest. He holds my waist as some soft music starts playing on the background. His hand is on my lower back, the other one holding mine on the side as we softly sway our bodies to the music.

“I hope you had a good time,” Chanyeol says, bringing our hands closer until they are resting in his chest. “I got the sushi for that shop you love, as you told me back there on the plane”

“It was perfect, Chanyeol” he smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness as we keep moving to the beat, taking small steps at the time.

“Kim Jieun” he breathes. “It suits you”

“It is the name my parents gave me,” I explain as he nods. “Nakamura Akiko was given my Father”

“What should I call you then?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Wife? Wifey? Baby? Babe?” He laughs, licking his lower lip playfully. “But if you are still uncomfortable you can call me Akiko, Kunoichi, Ms. Nakamura, the most dangerous woman in the world…”

“What about the love of my life?” my cheeks blush, all the blood of my body rushing to my face with his words. His eyes are sparkling cutely, a wide smile as he looks at my red face.

“Are you confessing your love for me?” I decide to tease him a little even though I know it is going to be useless.

“I love you”

Here we go again.

My heart is about to explode with his words. I am sure Chanyeol would be able to listen if he leaned closer but probably my face is giving away what I feel right now. I lean closer, both my hands behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“You two get a room!!!” Yifan playfully shouts and he breaks the kiss to laugh and flip a finger at his friend.

“Thank you, Chanyeol” I whisper, my hands around his neck as we slightly sway to the rhythm of the soft music playing on the background.

“Wait, am I really hearing you thank me?” he asks, his face in a fake shock as I laugh at him. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because this is perfect, Chanyeol” I explain, looking around to show him what I mean. “I was so scared you would throw a huge wedding but this is perfect and you really got me by surprise”

“I know, baby girl” he nuzzles his nose on my neck, his lips brushing slightly against my neck. “I love you”

"Can I have a dance with the beautiful bride too?" Kris asks close to us. Chanyeol nods with a smile, giving a sweet peck to my lips before he steps back and the Chinese leader takes his place.

"What are you going to tell me?" I ask him as we move slowly to the beat of the music. I know what his intentions are; I know what he is going to talk about since he started the conversation before the wedding.

"You already know" he smirks, his teeth showing as he looks right into my eyes.

"Aren't you too overprotective of him?" Kris shakes his head, glancing over the rest of the males who are drinking and chatting happily on the chill out zone. "He is a mafia leader, I am sure he knows how to take care of himself"

"We both know you have him on his knees for you" I chuckle, glancing over Chanyeol a couple of times before looking back at him.

"And we both know the feelings are mutual" Kris spins me around one time before he lets go of me, a small smile on his face. "We might kill each other sooner or later but I am not breaking his heart, stupid Chinese"

"I hope so, stupid Japanese" we both laugh, hugging each other before Chanyeol taps on my shoulder to get my attention.

"Sorry but I miss my baby" I laugh at the nickname, my hands soon around his neck as he is quick to find my hips.

“Why don't we go upstairs and you show me how much you love me?” I ask him, pulling him closer by the collar of his suit.

“Remember which my favorite part of your ideal wedding was?”

Chanyeol holds me bridal style, my hands around his neck. I laugh as I hear them shouting and clapping loudly, cheering for us in many indecent ways. I start kissing his neck once we are out of sight, Chanyeol looking for the zipper of the dress. He leaves me on the floor once we reach the end of the stairs and he does not care that the dress is left behind on the corridor, he does not care someone is going to find out our clothes laying on the floor but I do not care neither.

"The lingerie looks so good on you, baby" I turn around, showing him my butt on the lace thong for a few seconds as we walk to his bedroom. "I want your whole body covered on diamonds"

"That would be really expensive" Chanyeol takes his belt off with a smirk, whipping the floor once.

"I already told you, only the best for my baby girl"

I am going to open the door but Chanyeol pulls me against it, his hand going down my body and his mouth covering mine possessively. Chanyeol turns me around, holding me by my thighs as he devours my lips. He sits on the bed with me on top straddling his lap, our lips still connected in a messy kiss.

"Take my shirt off, baby," I decide to obey as he leans back, watching me with hungry eyes. I bite my lower lip, taking my time to unbutton them. Chanyeol kirks his hips up, indicating to go faster but I want to keep teasing him.

His body belongs to the gods. Chanyeol does work out more than expected, a personal trainer comes almost every day and he follows a strict diet. I have never thought I would enjoy watching someone workout as much as I enjoy watching him. I join him most of the days but when his personal trainer is not around, I like to walk around his gym only in lingerie to provoke him. I never imagined the TRX could have that many interesting uses.

His shirt slides off his shoulders and he takes it off, throwing it around before he takes a black cloth from under the pillow. He pushes me down on the bed, hovering me as he places the cloth on top of my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I let him knot the black satin cloth to blindfold me.

"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out" he whispers, his lips brushing on my ear.

----

“You two need to get out of the room and go back to work” Kyungsoo loud banging on the door seems not to bother Chanyeol as he keeps thrusting in, holding my head down on the pillow as he roams from behind.

“Go away!!” Chanyeol shouts, his fingers digging deeper on the skin of my hips.

I cannot move since my hands are tied behind my back and the gag on my mouth prevents me from making any sound that is not a broken moan. I can already feel the orgasm approaching as he has speed up his pace, hitting in all the right spots. Being blinded and tied feels better than expected, my body reacting to his touches in a more sensitive way than usual, stronger orgasms that leave me wasted on the bed for a couple of hours.

After three days locked up on his room having sex after the wedding, my body is sensitive and sore but that does not stop us from doing it once and again.

Chanyeol hands slides under my legs, rubbing on my clit as he feels how my end is near by the way my walls clench around him. I do not hold back my moans as I struggle under him, feeling how I am about to cry from pleasure if he keeps rubbing me like that. Chanyeol keeps going even when I fall on the bed, stomach flat on the mattress as his fingers are making wonders on my body.

“Come for me, baby girl” he whispers, his husky voice hitting the final stop for me to surrender to the pleasure.

My body shakes, tears rolling down my cheeks as muffled moans escape my lips. Chanyeol groans when he finishes inside, his huge hands probably leaving his fingerprints on my hips for a couple of days. I try to come back to reality, gaining my breath even though it is difficult with the gag on my mouth and the choker around my neck. Chanyeol unties the choker first and then the gag, allowing me to take a big breath to hold into the little consciousness on my mind right now.

“You have been such a good girl, baby” he whispers, his voice raspy from all the moaning and groaning. He unties the blindfold, kissing the tears on my cheeks as he does so. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah” I am not sure if the words came but I close my eyes with the feeling of his huge hands petting my hair and his lips kissing every inch of skin of my face.

“Let’s get you a hot bath and I promise I am going to let you sleep for the whole day, okay?”

-----

Chanyeol smiles as he watches how wasted Akiko looks as he holds her on the bath. He is sure she is already sleeping by now but he does not want to wake her up yet since the water is still hot. The mafia lord never thought he would be as happy as he has been for the past months. He never thought he would let someone get into his heart the way he let Akiko get in but he wanted to do it, he wanted to let himself be happy for once, to fill the empty space he has always felt on his chest.

However, Akiko not only meant filling his chest but making it explode from pure love.

“Chanyeol” the said man turned around when he hears his friend’s voice in the room. “We need to talk”

“Not now, Kyungsoo” he whispers. The last thing he wants to do right now is to wake Akiko up.

“It’s serious and it concerns Akiko” the cook explains, his tone now lower than before. “Baekhyun and Jongin don’t want to tell you for now but I am sure you want to know about it”

“What is it?” Chanyeol turns his head slightly to the side to have a look of the man through the mirror, analyzing his face. He knows Kyungsoo is not joking when he sees the expression of his face so he decides the bath is finished for now. “Get me a towel for her”

“The bedsheets have been changed” Kyungsoo explains as he get the towel. “Leave her there to sleep”

Chanyeol gives one last look of the sleeping Kunoichi on his bed before he follows Kyungsoo downstairs; brushing his still wet hair with his fingers. Kyungsoo has not explained much more than the few words they exchanged on the bathroom but he does not need to know more. He checks the guns are loaded as he walks down the stairs to the living room where he finds his men guarding the living room from the foreigners. Chanyeol clear his throat as he recognizes the man sitting on the couch, sipping on whiskey that Kyungsoo has probably offered him.

“Park Chanyeol” the said man pronounces his name with a strong Japanese accent, “where is my lovely sister?”

“That’s none of your business” Chanyeol answers, taking a seat on the sofa in front of him.

Chanyeol scans the room quickly, taking as much info as he can. There are four of Matsuke’s men guarded by four of his, Jongin and Baekhyun at each side of his sofa as Kyungsoo takes the role of serving drinks to his mafia lord and the yakuza.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asks in Japanese.

“I came to do business with you” Matsuke sips on his wine, answering in a poor broken Korean.

“I have no business to do with you” Chanyeol answers. He tries to calm down as he does not want to lose his temper this soon. He wants to find out as much info as he can before the other leaves.

“I know my sister is a pain in the ass for you, that she has probably tried to kill you so many times already so that’s why I’m offering you a deal” Baekhyun translates for Chanyeol. “You let me have her and we will be allies in this underworld forever”

“Why would I do that when she is the heir to your father’s empire? Having her means having the empire” Chanyeol waits for the other reaction as Baekhyun translates his words. Matsuke simply laughs, leaning his elbows on his knees as he talks looking straight into the taller’s eyes.

“Because your wife is going to die sooner or later and so the old man so you better get on well with me” Baekhyun translates. Chanyeol grits his teeth, looking at Kyungsoo for a second.

Kyungsoo has always disappeared from the house when he had his meetings, Jongin taking his place but this time he is right there. The cook has a pure soul, he should not be listening to this conversation at all but there he is standing, his horrified expression as they talk about killing the woman who has now turned into his best friend, the woman he cares like if she was his little sister.

“You are dreaming if you think you will be able to kill Akiko under my watch”

They all turn around when they hear a loud thud on the garden. Chanyeol squeezes his eyes trying to see what is going on but he suddenly realizes there is a dead body on his garden. Another one soon follows, being thrown from the balconies. Chanyeol stands up, ready to run to check what is going on but he recognizes the next body that lands on her feet on the garden. He is worried she might be hurt but he knows it is better if she lets him do right now.

Akiko is covered in blood, her katanas on hands as she walks closer, her body only covered by the white night gown Chanyeol dressed her up after the bath that now is tainted red in blood. The mafia leader smirks when he realizes how bright her eyes look right now, having her brother right there for her to kill.

“Matsuke, you are so fucking dead”

Chanyeol raises his hand enough for his guards to see. The four men quickly grab Matsuke’s men on a neck lock that keep them immobilized. Chanyeol loves seeing the psycho side his wife has when she sheds blood so he steps aside and lets her do.

“You are going to need more than two useless men to kill me, Matsuke” Baekhyun translates everything she says to Chanyeol, making him smirk proudly.

Akiko’s movements are quick, quicker than Matsuke expected so she has him on his knees, head on the coffee table in front of the sofa with one of the katanas on the back of his neck. He raises his hands on defeat, shouting her to stop in every language possible.

“So you come into my house and try to kill me, huh?” Akiko asks him in shouts. “I am not going to kill you yet, I want to do it the moment you think you are safe in the comfort of one of your hoes”

Akiko takes his hand, placing it on top of the table and she does not think twice before she slides four of his fingers off. Matsuke cries in pain, taking his now fingerless left hand with the other one. Chanyeol is shocked that she has bluntly cut his fingers like that but he has honestly seen her do worse.

“If you don’t want to die, take your pathetic fingers and leave my house right now” Akiko follows him with his katanas ready to fight. Chanyeol’s men obey her orders, realizing her brother’s men but following her out of the house to help her in case they decide to return.

“That was crazy, babe” Chanyeol holds her waist as they watch them leave, the mafia lord taking notes on how he needs to improve security from now on since vengeance is going to probably be worse after the events tonight. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

“Because I want to kill him when he least expects it, I want to kill him where he feels more comfortable” Chanyeol nods, guiding Akiko back in the house as he orders his men to clean the mess.

They both stop when they see Kyungsoo throwing up on the living room, helped by Baekhyun and Jongin as they try to calm him down. Chanyeol knew this would happen. Kyungsoo has always known what they do for a living, he is not stupid, but he has never wanted to be personally involved in anything illegal.

“Kyungsoo, you should have left” Chanyeol walks closer to the petite man, patting his back slowly as the other empties his stomach.

“When we tell you that Akiko is able to protect herself we mean it” Baekhyun adds.

Kyungsoo finally stops; coughing as he cleans himself with paper his boyfriend offers him but his eyes goes straight to the Kunoichi who is awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Chanyeol realizes the fear on Kyungsoo’s eyes when he looks at the woman who is still covered in blood and has her katanas in her hands. And he notices the effect that look as on Akiko when she drops the katanas and her breathing stops for a second.

“Akiko” Chanyeol runs to his wife, taking the katanas from the floor as he tries to get her attention but her eyes are focused on the cook, a sad expression on her face that breaks his heart. “Let’s get a shower”

“Kyungsoo, I’m sorry…” she whispers but the said man looks away, hiding behind his tall boyfriend.

“Akiko” Chanyeol decides to carry her upstairs since she is not responding to anything he says.

Chanyeol takes care of cleaning her body as she remains silent. He does not need to ask her in order to know what she is thinking right now so she lets her have her time as he washes her hair, trying to get the blood from her long locks. Kyungsoo is probably going back to normal in a couple of days but he terrified about the effects that look might have on her.

“How can you love me?” the words come out as a mere whisper but Chanyeol has clearly heard them. He looks down to find Akiko’s big orbs looking directly at him. He cannot resist the puppy eyes, how she is about to tear up a little so he holds her close, his hands on her naked hips.

“Because I love you” he answers, brushing his thumb on her pouty lower lip. “Because you are intelligent, beautiful, dangerous and a million reasons more I would spend days numbering”

“Do you think I am that dangerous?” Chanyeol nods, watching how her expression darkens a little with his answers.

“But not to me, not to Baekhyun, Jongin or Kyungsoo” he explains. “You are dangerous to the people who hurt your family and we are your family”

“Kyungsoo is now scared of me…” Akiko rests her head on Chanyeol’s chest, hugging his waist. Chanyeol kisses the top of her head, directing the hot water straight into her back as he knows it helps her calm down.

“It is the first time he sees something like it, babe, remember your first time” Akiko hums softly, her hands going under Chanyeol’s shirt to have contact with him.

Chanyeol loves how Akiko always tries to have as much as skin contact as possible, cuddling naked to sleep, sliding her hands under his clothes whenever she has a chance, touching his right arm as he drives or simply being close. He has no idea why she does that but he knows he loves that cute habit of her with his whole heart.

“We’ll talk to him tomorrow, okay?” Akiko hums again, closing her eyes as Chanyeol rubs her back. “Why don’t you let me take these wet clothes off and get you to bed to rest for the rest of the night?”

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Author’s Note: 

Sorry for taking so long to update but I have been blocked for weeks!!! Life is not easy on me for the last couple of weeks buuut don't worry, I am still trying to do my best! 

You can see how Akiko is already developing feelings and being more selfaware of herself and the life she has always carried. I wanted to show a cute fluffy side of them with the wedding but expect more sex and drama on the following chapterssss hehehehe 

This July has been so busy with the concerts, Baekhyun's solo and SeChan's debut that I feel I don't have time enough to check on everything!! please give them lots of love and stream the mvs and their albums!!!! 

Next chapter will be up on Thursday so double update this week as an apologise for the absence these past weeks... 

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“Aki!” I turn around to look at Chanyeol as he walks outside into the garden. He is carrying a case on his right arm and a huge smile on his face. I put the bow down since I have been teaching Baekhyun the whole morning and I am afraid some weird thing might happen and Baekhyun might end up shooting an arrow at his own boss.   

“Hey” he walks closer, hugging my waist to pull me closer to peck my lips in a sweet kiss as he always does when we greet each other. “Where have you been? You disappeared this morning and I was expecting waking you up myself, you know?”

“I will never leave the bed before you in my whole life” he pecks my lips again, his hand now groping my ass. “I have a present for you, well, two presents actually” 

“What do you have there?” I ask as he puts the black leather case on top of his hands. 

“Open it” 

I open the case, gasping in surprise when I find two white M1911 guns. I take one of them, examining it closer as they look like they are made with the highest quality metals. The colt is black with white grips that looks like nacre, giving a beautiful effect. There is a beautiful Japanese dragon engraved, similar to the one tattooed on my back, along the whole weapon. The last detail I notice is the Kunoichi symbol on the grip with red marking, trying to imitate the traditional Japanese handwriting. 

I love he took that much time to design the weapons, perfect weapons that represent me so well. I smile at him, pushing him down to kiss him. 

“I'm so relieved you like it” I smirk, loading the guns before I shoot with both of them at the same time, destroying the target at the other side of the garden that we were using for the arrows. “Why do I get so turned on watching you shot?”

“Wait until you see me slice a man with my katanas, you will want to fuck me even covered in all that blood” Chanyeol covers my lips in a heated kiss, holding my body close to his as his hand soon find its way to grope my ass. 

“Why do I have to hear all these conversations?” Baekhyun asks before he shoots an arrow but misses the target. 

“Anyways, my parents are coming for dinner” Chanyeol announces, his body tensing with his own words. “I want you to look absolutely ravishing, Aki” 

“So you are going to cage the tigress tonight?” I ask him but he shakes his head as he chuckles. 

“No, I want the tigress with me tonight, babe” he holds me by my waist, giving some light kisses on my neck. “I need the best of you, I need you as the Kunoichi and my wife tonight, okay? Don’t be my enemy tonight, please”

“Sure, Chanyeol” he gives another sweet peck to my neck before he walks away, taking the suitcase with the guns with him. 

“I will leave them in my studio, babe, take them whenever you want to” he says before he disappears in the living room. 

“Aren’t you going to ask why he asked you that?” Baekhyun asks after he shoots another arrow that misses the target. 

“I’m sure he will tell me when he is ready” I sigh, trying to focus on any other thing that is not Chanyeol and why he looked so tensed about his parents when he talks like nothing about much more important topics as the people who try to kill him. 

“I thought you would be more… tough” he handles me the bow, looking straight into my eyes as he is challenging me. “But you actually have a soft side”

“This weird thing with Chanyeol does not mean I cannot kill you right now if I want to” I warn him but he chuckles. 

“Calm down, Kunoichi, I already know that” he crosses his arms on his chest, a teasing smile drawn on his lips. “But it is funny to see you two being this domestic when you were both conceived to be killing machines”

"Do you really want me to punch your face?" I playfully ask him, aiming for the center of the target. 

"Lunch will be ready in half an hour" 

When I look into the direction of the voice, Kyungsoo has already left. I sigh deeply, my chest aching with the thought of how Kyungsoo has been scared to even look in my direction for the past two weeks. I tried my best to gain his trust again but nothing works. He seems scared not only of me but the rest of the gang. Even Jongin took my old room for him since Kyungsoo needed time to digest what his boyfriend does for a living. He knew about it but seeing it so close made him realise what he has gotten himself into. 

"Don't worry, he is getting better" Baekhyun reads my mind, taking the bow from my hands to shoot. "Jongin slept with him on the guest house yesterday"

"I'm going to talk to him" 

I can hear Baekhyun saying how I should leave him alone but I donnot pay attention as I walk straight to the kitchen where he is cleaning the mess as the food is on the oven. I know he is aware of my presence but he does not talk or even looks at me. I sit on one of the stools, looking at him do, waiting for a reaction but he is ignoring me like he has done for the last weeks. 

"Kyungsoo" I call for him but he turns around and starts to clean the stove. "Listen, I am going to be brutally honest with you about this, like I have never been with anyone, not my Father, not Matsuke or Chanyeol"

He keeps cleanin g the already clean stove, his back facing me but I know he is listening to me by the way his movement seem to be slower now. 

"My life has always been kill or be killed" I start. "My parents sold me to men when I was a child and then Father found me and taught me how to be the woman I am today. I got myself in a world where I need to murder first if I don't want to be killed. Trust me when I say I would love to have a normal life and be oblivious about this world but here I am, this is the woman I am. I am sorry if I scared you but you need to know I would protect you with my own life because you are a wonderful person and I do not want to lose you… but I understand how scary I can be" 

Kyungsoo does not move from his place. I know he has been listening to everything I said but I also know he needs to have his space for now. 

"I'm truly sorry, Kyungsoo" I decide to leave him alone until lunch so I walk upstairs to Chanyeol's studio where he probably is. I find on sitting on the floor, surrounded by money he seems to be counting from his last deal. 

"Hey babe" I walk carefully, trying not to mess the lots of money he has been making until I reach his lap.  He kisses my neck lovingly, his arms finding my waist soon. 

"Do you need help?" he nods, taking some money and placing them on the hem of my clothes. 

"Dance for me" Chanyeol pulls me on top of the money, hovering me as he keeps kissing my neck. "I've always wanted to fuck on top of tons of money like this" 

"But the money will be so dirty after" I am not sure if he is listening to me since he is already unbuttoning my shorts as he keeps kissing my neck. 

"I have more money anyways" Chanyeol starts throwing money on top of me, making me laugh at him as I get bathed with fifty thousand won bills. 

"Sorry" We both turn to look at the door, where Kyungsoo is standing awkwardly. "I want to talk to Akiko for a moment"

"Sure" Chanyeol stands up, pulling me up with him before he leaves the room. Kyungsoo walks to the sofa meanwhile so I decide to follow him and take a seat next to him. 

"I'm sorry, Akiko" he starts. I realize his eyes are flooded with tears, red and puffy as he has been crying for a long time. Maybe my story did have an impact on him. "Since you have been honest with me, I am going to be honest with you"

"I'm ready" Kyungsoo holds my hand, giving a light squeeze before he starts talking. 

"I… I know what it feels like being sell by your parents" he talks in a mere whisper, "but escaped and I lived on the streets for a few years. I ate from the trash; I sleep on whatever small warm place I could find until Chanyeol found me. He was told he could not go back home until he killed someone and took his hand as a proof. He was ten at that time and he had not eaten or drunk water in two days so I offered my things for him. When I woke up the next day, he was not there but he did came three days after and took me to his house to work helping in the kitchen. He offered me a place to be safe, to learn a new job and keep my stomach full. But the best thing he gave me was his friendship, his brotherhood for the rest of our lives. He told me he could train me to be as brave as him but I was okay cleaning dishes, that I would never be as brave as him. 

On his eighteenth birthday, we moved out of his parents' house because he inherit a big part of the business. Trust when I say I would follow him to the end of the world but… One day, he came in with two kids who tried to pickpocket him. They were living on the streets, malnourished and on the verge of dying so Chanyeol decided to take care of them until he found a good orphanage but he soon grew a liking on them and decided to train them. Jongin was twelve at the time and Baekhyun fifteen. I remember that day as it was yesterday. Don't believe what people say, Chanyeol has the biggest heart but he needs to hide it in order to hold his position. 

With all of this, I wanted to make you understand that I knew what I got myself into; I know what you all do and where all this money comes from. I understand how it feels to be sold, we all understand but it feels like being saved and surrender your life to that person but I never wanted to be a witness of all that violence and what happened… It made me think about my life, about all of you; about how can I turn my back to the money we earn illegally that is sometimes dirty with blood… But this the life we have, the best life we will ever managed to have. And that, as you said, it is killing first or getting killed. I'm sorry for treating you like that but it made me remember so many things I saw when I was a child that… But you are not like them. I am sure about that now."

I am speechless. 

Kyungsoo have given me so many information in just a few minutes that I do not know where to start. I decide to give him a hug, his arms tight around my neck as he starts crying, not holding back anymore. I rock us back and forth a little, trying to calm him down but no words come out of my mouth. 

"You are like a little sister and I could not believe you were able to do all of that… You are so cute and funny when we are all here that I did not expect that outcome" he manages to explain between sobs. "I… I have always heard of you from the guys, even years before you came here but I did not want to believe it"

"Kyungsoo, I will never hurt you, I will give my life for you, okay?" he nods, breaking the hug and with a shy smile on his face. "Can we go back as we were before?" 

"Sure" 

Baekhyun has Jongin on the floor, his face against the floor has he holds his arms behind his back with a technique I showed the shorter male myself. Chanyeol is laughing as he watches them, the youngest whining like a child as the other two teases him. So many things make sense now. After Kyungsoo's confession, now I understand why they behave the way they do, I understand why their loyalty goes beyond limits. 

They are family, a family they chose themselves. 

"Is everything okay?" Chanyeol asks as I sit on his lap. 

"Yeah, we understand many things from each other now" I explain as he nods. "And about you"

"Did he tell you everything?" Chanyeol places some lock of hair behind my ear, a small smile on his lips. "What do you think about me?"

It made me fall in love with you a little more. 

"You are soft" I answer as he chuckles. "And that's disappointing for a mafia leader"

"Will you ever stop teasing me?" Chanyeol throws me to the sofa, tickling my sides as I laugh uncontrollably. 

~~~~~ 

It is not the first time I see Chanyeol’s parents. I met then a year ago in a dinner party Father took me with him to introduce me to some of Korean leaders, and they remember me too. Chanyeol has been nervous during the whole day but he looks calm in front of his parents, just an act, I think. I cannot believe one of the most dangerous man in the whole world is scared of his parents like a child. 

“I can’t believe you managed to take the Kunoichi away from his Father” Mr. Park says as Kyungsoo pours some wine on his cup. “She is too good for you” 

Wait, what? So this is the reason why Chanyeol has been anxious for the whole day…

“She should be with Yifan, he is man enough to handle someone like her” Mrs. Park bluntly states, leaving me shocked. What the hell? Are they pulling a prank on me? I look at Kyungsoo trying to get any kind of clue but by the way he grits his teeth I know this is the usual. 

“But I am his wife” I decide to step in, placing my hand on Chanyeol’s thigh since he is sitting next to me. “You are underestimating your own son and what he is able to achieve. I wouldn’t have married him if I wasn’t sure of his power and his abilities”

“Akiko…” he whispers but I squeeze his thigh as a signal to let me speak as much as I want. He did not want the tigress caged, he wanted the Kunoichi and he is going to have it. 

“I heard what you did with the Jungs” Mr. Park starts. “It took him a really long time to be able to get them where he wanted but you killed him in the very first moment you saw him. He should be ashamed.” 

“That is just stupid” I answer, fixing my eyes on him. “That’s just like saying you didn’t kill Kang Hanbyul for your position in the country because it was your right hand who pulled the trigger and not you” 

Mr. Park clenches his fist, breaking the cup on the process. Kyungsoo rushes to help him taking the broken cup on his hands carefully. I smirk proudly, irking my eyebrows when he looks even angrier than before. I know how to hit all right spots. I drink some wine as I look at Mrs. Park who looks like she is ready to explode any moment.

“Your father didn’t teach you how to close that pretty mouth of yours, right?” she asks and I shake my head, the smirk still on my face. 

“Did I say something wrong? Because it was exactly the same as what your husband said a moment ago” I tap on the glass, making her even more nervous than before with the sound of my nails hitting the glass. “I only protect what’s mine”

“You clearly don’t know who you are messing with,” Mr. Park threatens but I am not scared of him or anyone. I have been trained to not feel fear and he is just an old man. He might have ruled over Korea but he is nothing more than an old man right now that would not last more than a few seconds under my arms. 

“Neither do you” I snap back, drinking some more of my wine. 

I can feel the stares of my in-laws killing me but I just smirk at them, feeling powerful after the small argument I have clearly won. I am not going to let anyone treat my husband the way they do. I do not care about who they are or who they used to be. 

“A man like Yifan would have had her domesticated, I am sure he would have never allowed her to talk like that to his own parents” Mr. Park stands up, raising his voice. 

“We come to our son’s house and we get treated like this by some Japanese whore” Mrs. Park stands next to his husband but I do not move an inch from Chanyeol’s side, my hand still resting on his thigh. 

“This Japanese whore is your son’s wife now” I smirk again, infuriating the woman. “And as his wife this house is mine too so if you are feeling uncomfortable with my presence, I invite you to leave now, thank you”

“What? You are kicking us out of our son’s house?” Mrs. Park is shouting now, throwing her hands on the air and making a scene. “Chanyeol, what do you have to say to this?”

“You already heard my wife” Chanyeol’s voice sounds deep and dark. I do not look at him but I feel his eyes on me as he talks. His parents are shocked by the answer but it only lasts for a couple of seconds before they compose themselves. 

“We will talk about this, Park Chanyeol” 

I keep sipping on my wine as I watch them leave, closing the door in a loud thud and leaving the house in utter silence as they took their shouts with them. Everyone is still on their places in the room, in shock after what has just happened in front of them but I look at them like nothing important happened. 

“Wow” Kyungsoo finally says. 

“That was…” Jongin does not even finish the sentence and I cannot help but laugh at their reaction. 

“Everyone. Leave. Right. Fucking. Now.” I turn to Chanyeol, who is looking at me with his eyes full of lust. The three men are quickly to disappear even though Chanyeol does not move an inch in a while. 

“What’s-?” 

“I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy until you literally cry and then fuck you until you pass out” he suddenly says. I start laughing at his words because I was worried about his reaction but this is much unexpected. “I’m being serious; I want you to sit on my face”

“So I am your master today?” I tease him, lifting my skirt enough so I can sit on his lap, each of my legs at his sides. 

“Yes, I am yours tonight” I lick my lip, taking his tie off slowly. “I will do anything you ask me to”

“Really?” I start unbuttoning his shirt, licking my lips at the sight of his torso. “Where is the bossy Park Chanyeol I know?” 

I take his shirt off with his help, my hands touching his hot skin on the way. I tie his wrists together with the black tie he was wearing a couple of minutes ago. He does not complain about it, his eyes fixed on me as he lets me do. I get up from his lap to push the table away, wiggling my ass in front of him as he can see my thong under the short skirt. I hear him moving, leaning closer to reach my ass but I turn around and stop him right before he touches me. 

“No, no” I keep teasing him. 

“Please” he touches himself on top of the clothes but I shake my head, pushing his hands away. 

Having Park Chanyeol begging to touch me is more exciting that I first thought. He bites his lower lip as I pull the zipper of the dress down and let it fall on the floor. I am wearing some lace underwear that I already know it is his favorite and the diamond choker I wore some weeks ago at the dinner party where I killed the Jungs. 

Lace and diamonds is Chanyeol’s weak point. 

“Fuck…” he groans, eating me up with his gaze. 

I feel powerful having the almighty Park Chanyeol thirsty for my body, begging to touch me as he is bossed around and tied up. I make him stand up, taking him by his hands. I put his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing and doubling its normal size. I touch them shamelessly before I slide my hands down his defined chest and torso, feeling his strong muscles until I reach his bulge. He is already hard, his trousers must even hurt him considering how big he is and the small space his trousers might give him to grow. 

“You are so hard already” I look up at his eyes, a shiver running down my spine with the way he is looking at me. He looks like he has been hypnotized but he has to be if he is willing to lose his power during sex. “Lay down on the floor” 

Chanyeol obeys quickly, taking a cushion for the head. I decide to give him what he wanted so I stand on top of him, each of my feet at the sides of his head as I let him look at my clothed groin. I start pulling the lace thong slowly until they are only hanging on my right ankle. 

“Fuck, baby, please” he begs for the nth time tonight. 

I bend down easily thanks to the high heels, my lips connecting with his. He groans, making me shiver at the sensation. His tongue quickly finds his way to pull the lips apart until he finds the clit easily. He rubs his tongue in circles teasingly before he captures it with his lips, sucking on it. He pushes me down even more with his hands, his tongue teasing my entrance. 

I decide to kneel to give him better access to my entrance, feeling his tongue inside of me, trying to reach as far as he can. I let my head fall back in pleasure, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his hot wet tongue fucking my insides. I press down a little bit more, suffocating him for a few seconds in which he moves his tongue, brushing my walls teasingly. 

I suck on my own fingers, wetting them to rub my clit but I miss them as soon as they leave my mouth. I lick my lips at the sight of his bulge but I want to keep teasing him. I touch him above his clothes, making him groan and send vibrations that make me whimper. He bucks his hips up, searching for more friction but I am too horny to keep teasing him. I pull the zipper down and let him stand tall in front of me. He is already leaking some precum that I spread with my hand. I give him some licks as he keeps tongue fucking my hole and sucking on my clit, my legs starting to wiggle.

“Fuck, baby” he groans when he feels how I deep-throat him the first time. I pull my hips down to shut him up, ordering to keep eating if he wants to feel it again. I bob my head along his length, my tongue flat against him. 

I finally stand up, looking back at him licking his lips, half of his face covered in my own juices that has been dripping down during this whole time. I kneel on his lap, rubbing his cock against my lips a couple of times before I push him in, feeling how he spreads my walls with his thick girth. 

“Chanyeol… fuck…” I open my eyes after a couple of seconds, watching him bite on his lower lip, his face lost in pleasure. 

I roll my hips, feeling his length coming in and out, filling me up. I close my eyes, focusing the way he rubs my walls as I clench around him. His groans start to get louder, his breath uneven as I move faster and deeper. 

I take his tied hands to pull them above his head and see his muscles flexed once again. I stand on my feet, getting a better angle that makes him rolls his eyes. 

“You love my pussy, don't you?” I ask him, digging my nails on his chest. “You love how tight and wet I am” 

“Fuck, Aki” he closes his eyes gain, gritting his teeth trying to hold back. “Fuck, I'm…” 

“Yeah, baby, cum inside my tight pussy” he rolls his eyes, moving his hips upwards to meet mine as he shoots his climax inside of me. I rub my clit as I watch him lose himself in pleasure, feeling close to my own release with just the sight of him, of how I made him feel. 

“Just give me fifteen minutes and I will fuck you senseless,” I laugh at his words, at how he has his eyes still closed to get down from his high. 

“It is okay, don't worry” I untie his wrists carefully, rubbing them and giving some pecks on his inner palm before he leans closer to cup my face. “Let's get you a bath and brush your teeth” 

“Why are you treating me like that?” He asks with a shy smile. “I am okay, baby”

“This is what you usually do to me...” I whisper, my cheeks suddenly blushing in embarrassment. “You take me to have a bath and calm my body” 

“Because what I do to you leaves you sensitive and sore, that's why I always make sure you are okay” I look away, even more embarrassed. “But it is actually cute you told me that and it is even cuter that you are embarrassed now”

“Shut up!” He chuckles, giving some kisses on my neck as I try to think in something else that is not what has just happened. 

“But I will take the offer, I do need to clean my face” He kisses my neck softly, his arms pressing my body against his. “Why don’t you go upstairs and fill the bath as I clean this mess?” 

“I will wait for you upstairs” 

Bathing with Chanyeol has turned to be one of my favorite things. I love being between his arms, feeling his strong body holding me as the hot water calms not only my muscles but my mind too. Spending a few hours in the bath or the hot tube when I was in Japan after a long tiring day has been my ritual and I am more than happy to share it with him now.

“So we count that as your sixth try?” he suddenly asks, making me laugh. “You almost caught me there” 

“You silly” he pecks me cheek, his thumb rubbing my palm slowly. 

“I love you so much… I will never get tired of saying those things,” he whispers, leaving some kisses on my shoulders. “And do not worry; I am not waiting for an answer” 

I am not ready. 

I am not ready to confess what I already know I feel about him. 

I am in love with him.  

I love Park Chanyeol. 

It has been almost four months since I came here to South Korea, since Park Chanyeol came into my life and changed it completely. I need to accept the fact this is my life and this is the man I would probably spend the rest of my days with. The strange thing is that I do not complain or dislike the idea. Last month have been one of the best time of my life: Kyungsoo is now my best friend; Jongin and I love going hunting together and sharing our tricks; Baekhyun and I come back and forth to Japan to expand the business and Chanyeol… 

Chanyeol is the man. 

I do not have a reason why I fell in love with him but at the same time, I have all of them. I have always thought working alone is better but that was because I had not found Chanyeol yet. He is the one that calms my impulses when I am about to do something that would likely fail but he lets me have my fun. We love the power we radiate when we are together, the frighten stares of our enemies when they see us walking in, the Deathly Couple as we have been baptized in the dark worlds of Asia. 

Our chemistry includes the bedroom -or whatever place we find. We cannot keep our hands from each other. I would have never thought sex could be so addictive but his body is unreal. The way he knows what I need, how I like it, how he is able to destroy my sanity and fuck me so good I almost pass out of pleasure. 

After what happened when I was a child, sex was the last thing I wanted to do or enjoy. Sex was banned before, even the word was blamed to me but it did not took long until I realized how men are so weak when it comes to use their cocks. The times I have ever used sex was to get what I wanted and kill the man after. No pleasure, no enjoyment, no emotion. Learning about sex has been like learning any other type of martial art: tricks to seduce a man, learning how to do it properly not to hurt myself or my partner… nothing more than learning how to use a weapon. 

Everything changed when Park Chanyeol used his tongue on me. Everything changed when my body asked for him, asked for more. Everything changed when he made sure I was having the time of my life in our first time. And nothing is enough now, I cannot get enough of him. 

Park Chanyeol is a God of sex and he is only mine. 

I like the idea of him being mine and only mine. 

But there are some things we have not shared with each other yet. My childhood, my roots, the reason why I am like this now. And his deep scars on his back, the reason why he is so scared of his parents that he seems to shrink in front of them… there are deep scars in our hearts that we have not shared yet. 

And maybe it is the time now. 

I cannot tell him I love him, not yet, but at least I can let he know he is the person I trust the most if I tell him about me, about my past and the consequences.  

“My birth name is Kim Jieun, as you already know” I start as I hold his hands. “My parents were Korean, even though I was born in Japan so that's why I know how to speak your language and your traditions too” 

I take a deep breath, trying to gain some strength. This is the first time I am actually talking about this with someone, not even Mackenyu knows about my past by me but Father told him with my consent. This is Park Chanyeol, my husband, the man I love, and everything will be all right so there is no worries on telling him. He promised to take care of me and love me for the rest of his life. 

“My parents were… they were into drugs and gambling and all those things we actually control nowadays. They kept losing money, so much money that they…” I close my eyes, trying to be strong and let it out of me as calm as possible. “They started selling me to the men they owed money. I was eight, you know? Just a child and the things they did to me… I will never forget that” 

“Tell me you already killed them because if not I will fly to Japan and torture them to death” he whispers, gritting his teeth but I decide to keep on with my story. 

“I am not sure what they did but Father came to the house I lived and they took me away from them. I was scared to death but Father told me he was going to make me the greatest killer, a perfect weapon so I could destroy any one that hurt me” Chanyeol kisses the crock of my neck softly, pulling me closer to his body. “And that's what I did… I kill them all. I owe my life to Father, thanks to him I am the woman I am today” 

“And you are amazing” my cheeks blush harder than before and he turns my face to peck my lips slightly. “Thank you for sharing that with me, I know how much it means to you” 

“You do not need to thank me,” I whisper as I turn around straddling his lap. “But you are the first person I tell this myself”

I cup his face to kiss him, some sweet pecks to feel his lips and his love. He puts his hands on my waist, his thumbs rubbing my hipbones as we share some sweet kisses. Sharing my truth with Chanyeol has not been as difficult as I thought. I knew he would not judge or leave. He has stayed by my side, giving me some kisses and smiles to calm me down after sharing my story with him. 

I lean on his forehead, rubbing our noses together as we look into each other's eyes. He pecks my lips again before he cups my face and looks at me lovingly. I love the way he looks at me, I feel all his love and care in his eyes and this new feeling makes me feel complete, like I have never felt before. 

“My training was brutal, Akiko” he whispers. “I killed my first man when I was seven and… the scars on my back -that I know you always look at- were caused by my own father. He had this whip… that every time I showed any emotion that was not considered appropriate I got whipped so hard you could actually see the bones” 

“How did you live with that?” I ask him, rubbing his cheek slowly, feeling my eyes getting wet. “Now I do want to kill your parents” 

“What happened back there… You had the guts to tell them those things, to defend me like I have never been able to do for myself,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “I loved how you called me your husband and how you stood up for me” 

“You asked me to be your wife, to be by your side and that is what I did, what I will always do” his smile is so bright that I cannot help but smile with him. “No one messes with my husband if I am here to avoid it” 

“I love you, Akiko” he pulls me closer to crash our lips together, his hands going down my ass to grab my ass cheeks and give them a squeeze to pull me closer and feel his already hard cock. “Fuck, I love you so much” 

“How do you love me if your parents tortured you to erase feelings from you?” I ask him, stroking his length slowly, making him close his eyes as he is still sensitive from before. 

“That is the power you have over me” I bite my lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “You are making me feel so many emotions I could not even recognize because they were locked on the bottom of my heart”

I push him inside, moaning as I feel how hard he actually is. I move my hips slowly, feeling how he stretches my wall with his thick girth. I hug his neck, looking for some support as I move my hips slowly, enjoying every inch before I pull back in again.

“You make me feel things too” I whisper, my cheeks back to their usual red color, as every time we talk about us. “And you are always making me blush like a child so…”

“I love when you blush, baby, and I love the fact that I am the only one I can make the dangerous Kunoichi blush like a teenager” I roll my eyes hitting his chest playfully but he pulls me closer until our lips crash together. “Ready for a night full of orgasms?” 

“I’m always ready for that” 

“What are you doing here?” Father asks when I suddenly walk into his studio. He stands up, walking to me with worry on his eyes as he sees my state. “Akiko…”

“I'm fine” he grabs my wrist, watching the purple marks Chanyeol has left when he tried to hold me down a couple of hours ago. He lifts my face, watching the swollen patch on my temple and my eyes red from crying.

“I am going to kill him, Akiko, I do not care anymore” Father's eyes shine in anger but I shake my head, looking away.

“He is worse than me, Father; he was trying to stop me from killing him. Remember the deal?” he sighs in annoyance when he remembers what I am talking about. “I came here because I need to solve some business”

I pull away, walking towards the black leather sofa at the other end of the room. I try to hide the mock of pain in my ribs when I sit, trying not to worry him anymore than what he should. The pains stings, I am sure I have my ribs damaged by the tray he threw at me but I just need to stay still and not move around as much as I keep doing.

“I thought you two were getting along well” Father sits behind his desk, breathing heavily after his words. “Mackenyu told me he was very nice with you, that he looked at you with care and everything you told us…”

“It was nothing, Father, I promise” He frowns deeply, his brows almost together in a thick line. “We had a heated argument and we ended up trying to kill each other but that is just our daily life. It is kind of a love-hate relationship”

“So you do love him?” He asks. I light up a cigarette to try to avoid answering his question right away. Father knows me too well to lie to him. “Akiko”

“It is not love, Father, I do not love him but we have this weird connection… And I am comfortable around him, I even cried in front of him” The nicotine helps me relax my muscles, closing my eyes as the smoke fills my lungs.

I have not smoked a lot since I left. It is not like Chanyeol forbid it or something but because my body has not asked for it. The cigar taste like glory, not only because of the addictive substance now on my body, but because it is making me feel like home again.

I am home… right?

“Don't think about my wounds, he tries to make me feel… comfortable. Baekhyun and Jongin treat me like I am their boss, Kyungsoo is like a friend but we had a big fight last night and I need time away from him before I kill him” I decide to explain because I know he is going to keep asking me until I finally give up.

“What should I do if he shows up?” He lights a cigarette for himself, coming closer to sit on the armchair in front of me. “Should I let him in?”

~~~~~

I would say I have missed the hot tub but the one on my room is much better than this one to be honest. The bubbles, the sakura scent, the hot water… everything makes me calm down from the stress of the previous day. It has been just a few hours since the fight and my body aches in too many places. I know he held back when he was fighting but not as much as the previous times because he knew I was ready to slice his throat when I had the chance. He threw the tray right to my ribs with so much force I felt breathless for a moment, the back of my head hurts because he threw me against the wall, and my wrist and forearms are left with bruises of his hands. It has been rough and bold but I really tried to kill him this time.

This sudden burst of anger coming from his words… First, he said I was bad at blowing him when he was obviously about cum and I did not do even half of what I know. Then, he was thinking about doing it with a whore. A fucking whore. He has been so mad at me for simply thinking I have slept with someone and now he wanted to sleep with another woman. How dares he say that? I thought he liked me, I thought he only wanted to be with me…

Wait.

“Am I jealous?”

I cannot be jealous.

But my rage last night showed otherwise… No, I cannot be jealous. I have no feelings towards him to be jealous.  

“ONEECHAN!!” I cover my face when Mackenyu jumps into the water laughing softly at his childish behavior. “YOU ARE HERE!!!”

“I know” his face suddenly changes when he sees my state but I try to cover the big purple bruise on my side because I do not want to worry him.  “It is nothing, I am okay and don't ask me about this”

“Was it him?” He asks, ignoring my protests. “Tell me, Oneechan”

“I tried to kill him but trust me, he was worse than me” he remains silent, a deep frown on his face. “Stop, okay? I just need to be at home and hang with you and have fun like we used to do”

~~~~~

I stumble on the small steps before the main door, dragging Mackenyu down on the floor with me. We both laugh hysterically, too drunk to care about anything.

“Okay, I am just going to sleep here” I roll around until I manage to cuddle against his side, resting my head on his chest. “I am too drunk to walk”

“You are still wounded, you need a bed” Mackenyu stands up before he carries me bridal style since I struggle to get up from the floor. “You are such a baby”

“I'm heartbroken, that's different” Mackenyu shakes his head in disapproval but I decide to ignore him.

The wounds on my body are already healed even though there are still some light purple marks on the skin. What aches the most is the fact that it has already been two weeks since I came here and Chanyeol has not contacted yet. I have had my phone with me all the time, both Korean and Japanese phones waiting for a message or a phone call but nothing came… for two whole weeks.

“He hasn't even called me, you know?” I murmur, licking my lower lip. “I expected him to call me to be honest…”

“Akiko”

That voice.

I must be already sleeping. Mackenyu stops walking and turns around, facing the living room. I look over my shoulder but he is there, waiting with Baekhyun by his side. I manage to escape from Mackenyu's embrace to walk to him but I stop on my tracks since I remember I should be angry and not running to him.

“What are you doing here?” I try my best to sound sober but I am too drunk and it clearly shows. Baekhyun leaves the place, taking Mackenyu with him to let us have some privacy. “You shouldn't be here”

“I miss you” Chanyeol walks slowly, as he is trying not to scare me. “I am sorry, Akiko, I am sorry for everything I said because I was angry and I drank too much and I… there is no justification”

“You hurt me…” I whisper, looking away as I feel his hands around my waist. I let my hands rest on his chest, biting my lower lip.

“I know and I am sorry…” I hit his chest softly with my fist before I pull away from him. No. I am drunk but I do not want to give in so easily.

“I trusted you! I was opening up to you but you fucked it up!” I hold into the wall, as I feel dizzy, the alcohol already making me feel nauseous. “Why did you do that? We were so good, Chanyeol, I did trust you but then… and why haven't you called in a whole week, huh? Is it true what everybody says? Is it true I am just a mere weapon to you? I was opening to you, letting you in but you just-”

I cannot continue because I have his lips on mine. I hug his neck; pulling him closer to me like there is no tomorrow because I have missed him so much. I missed his kisses, his scent, and his body against mine. I have missed Park Chanyeol even after what he said to me. I have missed him so bad it even ached me physically.

The kiss soon turns messy, half because of my intoxicated self and half of pure need. Chanyeol holds me behind my thighs, pulling me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist to keep me closer to his body.

“None of that is true, Aki” he whispers between breaths, looking at me “I like you so fucking much; you cannot imagine how awful it has been without you. You have no idea. I do not even care for the fight or for anything. I want you with- no, I need you with me”

My heart clenches with his words. I feel breathless, like I am about to pass out but I cannot control the huge grin on my face. Maybe I do like him more than I thought. Maybe I do feel many things beside hate. Maybe he woke up some feelings from their slumber. I hide my face on the crock of his neck as he chuckles, his hands rubbing my thighs softly.

Or maybe I do feel all of that because I am drunk. Maybe when I wake up everything feels like a dream and not as real as they feel now. Maybe everything is a lie and he only wants me for my power in Japan and because everyone is scared to face me. Maybe I am being just a little child with the need to feel loved and I am letting my emotions take over with the wrong person.

I close my eyes, trying to avoid the tears but it is impossible. I feel like my head is going to explode right now and I cannot make a decision. My head against my heart. Rational versus irrational.

“Let's take you to bed; we will talk about this tomorrow when you are sober, okay?”

I keep my face hiding on his neck, feeling how it is getting wet with my quiet sobbing but he decides to remain silent for now. Chanyeol leaves me on the bed carefully, a soft smile on his face as he takes his shirt and jeans off.

Chanyeol's body is a masterpiece, everything sculpted by gods: from his height, to his defined body to his big ego. He kneels the bed, taking my jeans off and the strap on my thigh with the blade, leaving it on the bedside table where I like to keep it at nights.

Chanyeol cuddles me from behind, my body practically covered by his but I feel safe on his arms. This strange feeling I always have around him. I feel safe, secured on his embrace even after everything that has happened. I turn around on the bed, feeling a little bit dizzy because of the alcohol but I want to look at his face one last time before I fall asleep. I tangle our legs together, pulling us closer as he wraps his hand around my waist. I can see his face thanks to the moonlight coming from the window, the way he is looking at me with a soft smile, biting his lower lip as he rubs my back.

“What did you do to me? I cannot live without you…” he whispers, closing his eyes. “You tried to break a bottle of wine in my head but I kept throwing heart eyes at you”

“That is because you are an idiot” he chuckles, pulling me even closer to let some butterfly kisses on my cheeks.

“I am an idiot because I am falling in love with you” my heart stops for a second, leaving me breathless before I look up at him.

I cannot believe he said those words. Is he saying those words? Is he falling in love with me? I close my eyes, trying to compose as my heart is beating like crazy, as it is about to explode on my chest anytime soon. I decide to look at him, to check if he is saying the truth or not but the sight of his soft eyes and cute smile makes it even harder.

“I do not expect you to feel the same, Akiko, but I need you to know I am being honest”

My body decides to act on its own this time. I pull him down on the bed, jumping on top of him as I straddle his lap. My lips look for his, crashing them together as I close my eyes. I know I cannot answer him back but I still feel things for him even though I need to sort them out. Chanyeol holds my waist, pulling me down on him as he sits to have better access to my mouth.

The kiss is messy and needy, Chanyeol sucking on my tongue, biting my lips and his hands moving my hips so our crotches rub together. A moan escapes my lips when his hands grab my ass, squeezing it softly and pulling me closer to him, to feel his hard bulge.

“You are drunk” Chanyeol manages to say between kisses. “I do not want you to regret this”

“I am not drunk anymore” Chanyeol leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands pulling on the hem of the underwear. “I want to do this… I need you…”

Chanyeol pulls me down to the bed, hovering my body as his lips find my nipples above the shirt. He bites them softly, the fabric getting wet as he abuses them for a few seconds before he gets rid of the shirt. I groan, feeling a shiver when they are exposed to the cool of the room but Chanyeol is quick to cover one of them with his mouth while his fingers flick the other one. I move my hips, searching for some contact as my walls clench around nothing. Chanyeol is quick to comply, pulling closer so I rub against his hard-on.

“Chanyeol! Stop teasing!” I whine, my fingers on his black locks as I pull him away. He only smirks before he starts kissing my underboob, leaving a trail of kisses to my underwear.

“Fuck, you are so wet already” he chuckles, nuzzling his nose on my slit on top of the panties but he does not take much longer before he takes them off.

Chanyeol holds my legs, pulling them apart as he starts licking my slit, making me roll my eyes. His tongue does magic, the way he swirls it on the most important places to make my legs shake in pleasure, how he thrusts it in, teasing my entrance for what is about to come.

I am a moaning mess, I cannot think straight because my head is flooded with the pleasure his tongue is giving me, my walls clenching and my hips moving unconsciously against his face. I need more; I need him whole right now.

“Chanyeol…” I manage to say between moans, pulling him down so he fucks me deeper with his tongue. “Fuck me, please, Chanyeol… your cock, please”

“You taste so good, baby”

Chanyeol licks from top to bottom before he digs his tongue inside of me again, teasing my entrance as his thumb rubs my clit. I feel like I am losing it, loud moans leaving my mouth as I hold into the bedsheets. My body keeps trembling as he devours my lips; my insides feel like fire and I know what is coming soon if he does not stop. One of his huge fingers slides in easily, rubbing my inner walls as he is looking for something. His tongue swirls around my entrance before it rubs my clit, pressing down enough to send a shiver up my spine.

“FUCK!! CHANYEOL, STOP OR I WILL-”

His finger starts rubbing a sensitive spot, abusing it the same way his mouth is destroying the last bit of sanity left. My body acts on its own, my hips moving up asking for more, my legs shaking violently and my head falls back as I feel a strong orgasm ruining my body. I cannot stop moaning his name, my nails digging holes on the bed sheets as I feel how my insides clench around him as some fluids escape my body. I have no control over it but Chanyeol seems to like it since he replaces his finger with his tongue again.

I feel them running down my body into the mattress; leaving everything wet but I could not care less. I still see white when I open my eyes, my chest heavy as I try to calm down from my high even though it is difficult when Chanyeol is kissing my legs and leaving love bites all over my inner thighs.

When I manage to open my eyes, I wish I had not do it. Chanyeol is wet. He is literally covered in whatever thing came out of me as I orgasmed. His chest is sparkling wet and he is wiping his mouth with his forearm as he crawls on top of me again.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen” Chanyeol growls, hiding his face on my neck as he rubs his shaft on my wet slit. “I almost came just from watching you”

“Chanyeol…” I move my hips up, looking for more friction until I feel him poking my entrance. I pull closer, biting my lower lip when it finds the way in just a little bit.

Chanyeol holds my face, leaning in for a kiss that is interrupted with our moans. I am so wet that his light movement pushed himself inside even more. The kiss is long forgotten as he thrusts in slowly, my eyes closed in pure bliss as I finally have his cock stretching my tight walls. I hug his waist with my legs, pushing him down deeper inside me.

“Fuck, Akiko…” Chanyeol’s voice is deep, his breathing heavy as he thrusts in slowly. “Your pussy is better than I imagined: it is so hot and wet I could cum right now”

“You are so big” I moan, moving my hips against his to search from some fiction. “You fill me up so well”

“Stop talking like that…”

Chanyeol grabs my hands above my head, our foreheads together as he roams against my body, wet sounds echoing the room. I do not hold back my moans as I feel how hard he is, how he is ruthlessly thrusting inside. I cannot keep my eyes open as my mind is in another world right now but I try to return to this reality in which Park Chanyeol is fucking me to unconsciousness. I dig my nails on his back, scratching all the way down from shoulders to his sides. Chanyeol groans in pain but it only makes his keep going even harder than before.

Chanyeol rolls us around until I am on top of him, my legs at his sides. He moves my hips for a few seconds until I start doing it myself, holding into his shoulders for some support. I am not sure what I am doing since his lips and tongue are devouring my nipples until they are left red and swollen; the familiar feeling growing on the pitch of my stomach again.

Overwhelmed is not enough to describe how I am feeling right now.

Chanyeol grabs my hair, pulling me down to lock our lips together in a messy kiss. I moan into his mouth when I feel his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he holds my head to attack my neck. I can barely keep riding him, my legs shaking with all the sensations running my body and how close I am to finish for the second time.

“Move, baby” his hands moving my waist are accompanied with his deep voice.

“I’M-” I cannot even finish what I am about to say, my nails digging on his biceps as I ride my second orgasm of the night. My legs are shaking violently, seeing white as I feel how fire runs my body again. My insides clench around his until I feel his hot climax inside of me, his hands leaving fingerprints on my thighs.

I breathe deeply, trying to calm down even though my eyes do not open and my legs keep shaking.

This is how orgasms are supposed to feel like.

Chanyeol releases his tight hold on my legs before he hugs me, kissing my shoulders and neck, and rubbing my back as I rest against his body. I finally open my eyes, still seeing sparkles but I feel I have calmed down enough now. Chanyeol keeps touching my body, giving sweet caresses all the skin he has abused since he has not held back a little bit.

“I finished inside, babe, we’ll go to the clinic tomorrow, okay?” he lifts my chin to make me look at him, a sweet smile on his face as he talks.

“I take pills, idiot” I whisper, my hands reaching for his head to give him a small smack. He chuckles before he leans down to kiss me for the nth time tonight.

“You look so beautiful like this, all wasted and flustered” he says, his thumb stroking my chin softly. “I want to make love to you every night; I want to see this face before I fall asleep”

“Idiot” I close my eyes, feeling the slumber take over me after the roller coaster this night has been.

Chanyeol leans back on the bed, taking me with him and hugging me on the process. I feel the blankets covering my body as I lie on top of him, his fingers rubbing my back as we cuddle to sleep just like this.

“Sleep, my baby girl” he whispers, giving some kisses on top of my head.

“You are still inside” I manage to say fighting sleep for a few seconds.

“Don’t worry about that, just sleep, baby”

~~~~~

My heart hurts; even opening my eyes feels like I am being stabbed in the eyes. I should not have drunk that much last night... I turn around to look at Chanyeol, who is sleeping peacefully on his right side, his lips half open in a cute pout. How can the most dangerous man look like a cute puppy when he sleeps? His words from last night rumble on my head: how much he said he cares about me, how he is falling in love with me… My heart starts beating with the thought of them being true. What if he is only trying to manipulate me to get me back? How could he say those things when I have tried to kill him so many times? When we said those hurtful things to each other?

I stand up, taking my underwear from the floor and his shirt before I head out of the balcony. I need some fresh air to calm down and clear my thoughts.

Last night with Chanyeol was magical to be honest. I gave him more than I have never given everyone. I have trusted him, been loyal… Everything that Father has taught me is that the clan is the most important thing in the world; the clan is above ourselves, above everything. Trust, loyalty and respect to the clan and no one else. My heart and body belonged to the clan. If I agreed on the arranged married was because the clan was in danger and I sacrificed myself for the deal, for the family.

Then Park Chanyeol happened.

Park Chanyeol not the mafia lord everyone is afraid of but Park Chanyeol the man who cuddles me to sleep and treats me as I am his most precious possession. We had this weird connection between us that makes me gravitate around him, that makes me lose my principles and want to be with him. He destroyed my walls, he found his way to my heart even when I tried to push him away but I do not want to do it anymore.

I do not want to fight back but there is a part of me that has been trained to distrust people. I want to trust his words, to believe he is being honest with me and that he loves me.

Love.

I never thought feeling loved would be so addicting but here I am wishing with all my strength he does loves me for real. Does that mean I love him too? I am not sure. Love equals trust; and I am not sure if I will ever be able to trust him fully even though I want to try with my whole heart.

I am already trying. If not, I would not question myself this way; I would not fight with myself like I have ever done.

Nakamura Akiko, the Kunoichi fighting with herself over a man… I never thought I would live up to see this day.

I gasp in surprise when I feel a pair of hands around me, holding my waist and pulling me back to him. Chanyeol kisses my neck lovingly, greeting with a deep good morning with his husky morning voice.

“Good morning, Chanyeol” I smile, turning around to look at his handsome face and greet him with a kiss but I stop when I see the purple mark on his right jawline and his broken lips. Is he still that sore from the fight? "Please tell me you got into a fight and I didn't do any of these"

"Well…" I hold his bandaged forearm where I stabbed him, biting my lower lip as the images of our fight come back to me. "I am okay, don't worry, babe. I said some hurtful words I shouldn't have and we both hurt each other"

“Is Kyungsoo angry because I destroyed his kitchen? I need to apologize to him” I whisper, my fingers rubbing circles on his chest. “I did not think about that”

“He is not angry at you but at me” he chuckles, making me look at him. “He does not even speak to me and makes Jongin or Baekhyun act like a mediator. He is angry because I acted like a child and not like the mature mafia lord I am supposed to be. Because instead of protecting my wife like I should have done, I got mad because she left in the middle of it”

“Well, it wasn't that good, right?” He rolls his eyes, a sigh leaving his mouth as I chuckle. Chanyeol pulls me up to sit on the railing so we can be at the same eye level and I hold him closer with my legs around his waist.

“I did not mean any of that, Aki. I tried to hold it so bad since the beginning I thought I was a fucking virgin getting his first blowjob” I laugh at his words, looking away slightly embarrassed. “What happened last night was so mind-blowing! You are so sexy and your body… you are a sin”

“Did you mean what you said to me last night?” I ask him, our lips brushing together softly. “What you told me about falling in love with me”

“If I have not contacted you during this week is because I have been trying to sort out my feelings for you, Akiko” he explains. Chanyeol cups my face, his thumb slowly stroking my cheeks as he looks at me right on my eyes as he speaks. “When I made the deal with your Father, I accepted to marry you because I was being pressured on getting a wife and a family by my evil parents so I decided that you were the perfect candidate: you are stunning, dangerous, you know how this whole world works… What I did not expect was that you would change my life to that extent that I would really fall in love with you, that you would destroy every bit of knowledge I had about myself. These last months I have been in a constant battle between letting you in and being vulnerable or push you away because you might just take advantage and I would lose everything. These weeks, I decided I do not care about that anymore. I want to be happy and you make me the happiest. If you want to betray me or kill me or anything, go ahead but for the time being, I want to be with you, make love to you every night, take care of you and all those fluffy things a husband is supposed to do”

I am speechless.

I was not expecting that. I was not expecting a full confession when I asked him. I feel dizzy with his words, my head spinning with the echoes of his speech as I try to look for an answer. Our gazes connect again. I am overwhelmed because he is full of love, of care, his eyes shining in excitement.

“I don't expect an answer, don't worry” he smiles so genuinely my heart clenches. Why does he has so much power over me? Why does he affect me like this? “I know you are fighting your own battle with yourself so just take your time to figure out your feelings”

I do not want to think anymore. He is right. I am in a constant battle with myself and I am already tired this morning so I am going to let myself do as it pleases for the rest of the day whether it is to have sex with him again or punch his stomach.

“Fuck me” I suddenly whisper, surprising myself since I cannot remember telling my brain to say that. “Put my mind at peace for a while and make love to me”

“Don’t worry; I will make you forget your own name”

The red dress I find lying on the bed is beautiful. I had already chosen some other dress I bought with me but this is definitely better. I check the black pair of Louboutin high heels next to it and the jewelry placed on a box. There is a thin diamond choker and two small diamond earrings. I take them to check if they are real, looking under the lights of the room. It will be a shame to kill someone in such a beautiful dress but it is his money going to waste, not mine.

The knife is standing at one side of the dress; the harness I always use with the sheath is now clean and back to being as black as when I bought it.

Did he really take everything into consideration? It is true I spend a couple of hours in the jacuzzi but I did not hear him coming back and forth from my room...

I turn around when I hear some knocking on the door and I close my robe as I only have the expensive lace underwear he left on my room earlier. I do not know what he is expecting but I decided to comply and put them on. I love expensive lingerie and tonight is a special occasion anyways.

“Hello” there is a girl behind the door. I kirk my eyebrows, confused about her presence. Who the hell is she? She looks away, trying to avoid my strong gaze. “Mr. Park hired me to do your makeup and you hair…”

“Come in”

I close the door behind her and she walks straight to the vanity, leaving her things and quickly taking brushes and palettes from her bag.

I decide to let her do. We do not exchange a simple word since I already know Chanyeol has given her explicit instructions to get me ready. If he has even chosen my underwear, I know he has probably picked the shade of lipstick I am wearing for the night. The girl starts with my manicure since my hands are a little bit messy from the training and my nails look awfully broken. The black nail polish covers everything. I like the color. Black as my soul.

Once she finishes with the smokey eyes and the red lips of my makeup, she changes to my hair. She brushes the wet locks before she takes the dryer to blow it. She is gentle as she does it, apologizing every time she thinks she might has hurt me. She lets my hair fall long down my waist, giving volume so it follows my movements. The truth is I have never looked better before.

“I will tell Mr. Park to hire you from now on,” I tell her and she nods, a small smile on her lips. “Help me with the dress too”

She helps me with the jewelry first and then with the dress. It leaves my whole back to the public so I decide to take my bra off. The dragon tattoo can be seen completely as the dress does not start until my lower back. The slit of the front is on my left leg, reaching almost the top of my thigh but I like it since I can move comfortably if something happens.

The girl is shocked when she sees me putting on the harness with the dagger on the right leg but she decides to keep quiet and look for the heels to help me put them on.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as she kneels in front of me.

“Lee Hayeon, Miss” she whispers in a small voice.

“Where did Mr. Park find you?” I look at myself in the mirror, checking everything is on its place.

“On Instagram. He contacted me to hire me for this” she explains as she looks at me through the mirror.

“Relax, Hayeon, I am not going to hurt you” she nods slowly. “Do you want to accept the offer? I am sure Mr. Park will offer good money and if not, I will”

“Thank you, Mrs. Park”

“I’m not Mrs. Park, I’m Ms. Nakamura, even Akiko but I am not Mrs. Park”

“I’m sorry! He told me I should address you as Mrs. Park” I clench my fist as I imagine him laughing at his own words.

“That bastard…” I groan.

My Korean phone starts ringing and I decide to pick it up since I watch his name on the screen. Why is he phoning me and not coming into the room like a normal person?

“What?” I ask him with the rudest tone possible.

“It’s time to go, Mrs. Park”

“Why didn’t you come here to tell me?” I ask as I check myself one last time before I pick the long fur coat of the bed.

“Your room in in the third flood and it is not leg day today” he chuckles at the other side of the line.

“You idiot” I hang up as I hear him laugh and I look at the girl as she is ready to leave.

“Let me take the coat for you” I hand it to her, walking away as she follows behind.

When I finally reach the ground floor, they are all sitting on the living room. Chanyeol has a drink on his hands as he talks with Baekhyun but he stops mid-sentence when he sees me. I smirk, knowing the effect I have on him. He is left open mouthed as I walk closer to him, my leg showing with every step I take forward. A low wow leaves his lips, his eyes going up and down my body before I slowly turn around to let him look at my back.

“This is the first time I see Boss speechless,” Baekhyun says as he chuckles. “But you do look stunning, Akiko”

“Thank you, Byun, those are the first good words I hear from you” he shrugs before he drinks a little and I go back to look at Chanyeol who is still looking at me as he has seen a wonder of the world.

“Should we be going?” I ask and the tall man in front of me finally nods, getting out of the trance he has been in for the last minutes.

Jongin is in charge of driving to the hotel the party is supposed to take place in. Chanyeol talks about the plan for the night, how I have to stick with him as Jongin and Baekhyun are going to roam around trying to find the person before he manages to do anything. I complain since I am much more useful if they let me do whatever I want but Chanyeol is being an asshole and does not change his mind about it.

I leave the coat to the girl on the cloakroom before we enter the ballroom where the cocktail party is supposed to take place. I grab Chanyeol’s arm, walking together as we are happily just married. I can feel eyes on me as we walk in. I soon recognize the big faces of the Asian mafia as we walk, Chanyeol greeting some people with his head until he stops to grab two cups filled with champagne.

“Everyone is looking at you” Chanyeol says as he hands me one of them.

“Are you even surprised?” He chuckles before he drinks, shaking his head.

“I can't believe you managed to get yourself the Kunoichi” I turn around to look at the man who has spoken to us. The tall blonde Chinese Butcher is standing right there in his expensive black suit. I smile, knowing how bad I am going to tease Chanyeol about this.

“I agreed on coming, he didn't get himself anything” I explain, my eyebrows irked. He takes my hand to kiss the back of it and I wink at the man.

“Wu Yifan at your service, Kunoichi” Chanyeol pulls my hand away from Yifan's and I cannot help but chuckle at his action.

“Cut the crap, Kris” Chanyeol grabs my hand, our finger interlocked as he glares at his friend. “Where is Tao?”

“He is following the plan we established” Chanyeol nods, looking around before he smirks at me.

“Start hunting, babe, show this people what you are capable of” he lets go of my hand but I know I cannot move far from him, at least not this early.

There are not more than sixty people at the party, only five women and ten waiters that walk back and forth with food and drinks on their trays. I sometimes look at Jongin and Baekhyun, who shake their heads, as they have found nothing around.

Yifan and Chanyeol spend the night sticking to each other, talking and making fun of people. He introduces me, The Kunoichi of the Nakamura clan, as his soon-to-be-wife. His arm is always around my waist or touching my back, guiding me across the room and getting my attention when I am too focused looking for the man in question.

Something catches my attention. My instincts are never wrong so I decide to follow them. I watch an old man looking to one of the waiter and they both share and intense gaze before they nod. The waiter start walking in our direction and I decide to walk to him, moving between the people not to catch his attention. I see how he takes a pen from his hand and points it at Chanyeol. I finally reach him, turning the pen around so it is pointing to his stomach.

“Do you think you can come here and try to kill my husband before I do?” I ask him, pressing the pen harder on his stomach. “That's not fair”

I shot the pen on the perfect angle. The thin bullet drills his stomach and his spine, making him fall in the ground. Everyone around looks at the body lying on the floor and then up at me but I look at the old man who seems shocked that I have discovered them. I take my knife as I walk up to him, throwing it to hit his shoulder as he tries to run away. Some guys around him points his guns at me but Baekhyun, Jongin and some other guy get them from behind, making them drop his weapons to the ground.

“Why am I not surprised, Jung?” Chanyeol asks as he walks closer to me. “You will never learn, right? What should I do with you now?”

“Let me play with him” I suddenly says, making him chuckle. “No one dares to kill my husband and live with it”

“It is all for you, babe, show them what you are capable of” I lick my lower lip as I walk closer to him and I drag him by his hair all the way the center of the room.

I leave him upside down and I step on the wound of his back, making him groan in pain before I look at Chanyeol. I turn the man around, stepping on his chest to pull him down. I am aware people are looking at me, the famous Kunoichi in action.

“It is no fun if you don't resist” I tease, my high heels digging on his skin. “How should I kill you?”

“Slice his throat, baby”

I smirk at him before I throw my knife down as it get stuck on his neck, cutting the arteries on its way. It takes just a few seconds until his heart stop beating. I bend down to pick it up, cleaning it with his tie before I walk back to Chanyeol, who is smiling proudly.

“All of you have seen what happens when you mess with me” Chanyeol says as he grabs me by his waist. “If any of you try to kill me, you will end up dead. I thought that was already clear but I guess it is good to remind you from time to time"

Chanyeol starts walking, pulling me with him as I glare at everyone that has the guts to look right into my eyes. We walk out of the room and we take the elevator alone since Jongin and Baekhyun are taking care of the bodies.

“So… Your husband?” He asks as he pulls me against the wall of the elevator, my hands around his neck as I smirk at him. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, Akiko, you can't even imagine”

He holds me up by my thighs, pulling me up as he starts devouring my mouth. I hug his waist with my legs, pulling him closer by his nape as he grinds on me, feeling his hard on rubbing against my groin.

The doors open with a click and Chanyeol does not care that anyone might see us since he carries me on his arms, walking to one of the rooms, pushing me up against the door and leaving me on the floor right after. He takes a card from his pocket and opens one of the door before I walk in. I bite my lower lip, walking backwards as I look at him, feeling a shiver when I watch him take his jacket off and open his shirt. I lick my lips at the sight of his toned body, every muscle defined to perfection.

I unzip the side of the dress and I let it fall on the floor, leaving me naked in front of him, only my lace panties covering my groin.

“I think I have found my favorite outfit for you” Chanyeol says as he takes his shirt off. “Lace and diamonds”

I close the distance, reaching for his belt and pulling him closer. I unbuckle his belt as I look up at him, licking my lower lip. The door suddenly opens in one loud thud and I throw my knife, hitting the guy right on his left eye. I bend down to avoid the bullet, walking forward to take the knife from the body and I walk closer to the other guy to grab him by his neck and push him against the wall, hitting his hand with it to make him release it.

“Babe, these are your brother's men” Chanyeol says as he is kneeling down, opening the other's shirt to check the mark on his chest.

“Did Matsuke send you?” I ask the man trapped against the wall with the blade on his neck. “Speak or I will kill you”

“He did” I hit his head with the wall making him unconscious and he falls on the floor.

“I should send Baekhyun to kill him” Chanyeol says as he stands up and picks his phone from his pocket.

“No, I want to do it myself”  

I get dressed again as we wait for some of Chanyeol's men to take care of them. He is extremely angry both for the men trying to kill me and for being interrupted even though he does not mention the last part.

“Stop sulking, you are like a baby” I complain as I hear for the nth time how he should go back and kill him himself.

“I care about you, okay? I know you can take care of yourself but this…”

Some knocks on the door interrupts his words and he walks straight to open. Instead of the men Chanyeol was waiting for, Kris comes in followed by six men. He laughs at the scene and walks straight to sit with me on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asks him as he glares at him.

“I came to help you clean your mess, Chanyeol, your men are already busy with what you did in back in the party” he explains. “Are those more of the Jung's?”

“No, and there is nothing more you need to know” I explain as I stand up. “Chanyeol, let's go back”

~~~~~

I let the smoke leave my lungs as I smash the cigarette on the floor. The sight in front of me relaxes me but not as much as the view of the woods in front of my house in Japan.

I miss training with Mackenyu, I miss talking with Father about our business and taking my bike to race through the streets of the city at night.

This place is not as bad as I thought, I like Kyungsoo and I cannot ask for nothing more from Chanyeol but I do not want to stay here longer. The deal is not even worthy anymore. I have these weirds impulses to make out with him, the feel his body dominate mine as no one has done before. Fuck! He even managed to win over me two times! And this thing he said earlier about caring for me… What is it about? We have only known each other for a week.

I need to ask him.

I jump to my balcony from the attic before I manage to jump to his. The doors are opened and I can see him sleeping peacefully on his bed. Should I leave? I walk closer to his bed, my mind telling me to turn around and leave but my body acts on his own. I pull the covers of his right side, sliding in slowly next to him. His arm wraps my waist, pulling me against him.

“Are you okay, babe?” He asks as he pulls my hair away from my face and placing it behind my ear. I hug his waist, my fingers feeling the warm skin of his back under my fingertips.

“I'm not going to try to kill you tonight” I whisper as I close my eyes. “I will leave that for tomorrow”

“Okay” he chuckles. He kisses my forehead, pulling me even closer, one of my legs on top of his body. “Now sleep, babe, you need to rest”

I close my eyes when I feel his fingers massaging my scalp slowly, feeling how my body relaxes with his touch. I thought he would try something sexual as he always does but he is simply hugging me, trying to calm me down and not asking me questions I am not ready to answer.

Maybe he is not as bad as I thought he would be.

~~~~~

I open my eyes slowly, bothered by the sunlight and the warmth of the room. I groan, stretching my body before I get up but I suddenly hear a low chuckle beside me. I turn around to look at Chanyeol, laying on the bed with his arms behind his head as he looks at me.

“Good morning, beautiful” he greets with a cheeky grin. “How did you sleep tonight?”

“No word, to anyone” I say as I stand up from the bed but he pulls me back in. “Chanyeol!”

“Come here, baby girl” I tried to push him away but he pulls me closer. “What kind of good morning greeting to your husband is this?”

“Leave me alone!” I whine even though I am not using much force to push him away as I enjoy his kisses on my shoulders. “Chanyeol…”

“I did not expect you to cuddle me all night long” he teases as he starts kissing my arm, brushing his lips against my skin. “But I liked it, babe, you made me soft”

“Stop saying those things” he kisses the back of my hand and then my fingers before he pecks the inside as he looks at me right into my eyes. “Why do you care so much about me?” I bluntly ask him. “You don't know me”

“We are not that different, Akiko” he whispers as he looks at my eyes and slowly comes closer. “One day, when you trust me enough, we will tell each other's stories”

“Don't you already know mine?” I ask but he shakes his head.

“I know the stories people talk about you but not your side of the story” he touches my face slowly, his finger brushing my cheeks. “I don't care about what people say, I care about what you think and say”

“Hum…” he hides his head on my neck as he hugs me giving soft kisses on the crock of my neck. “Maybe one day…”

“When you feel ready” I hold his hand, our fingers intertwined as we stay like that. “Oh… I forgot to tell you but I have a present for you”

“What? What present?” I ask him and he gets up from the bed as I follow him.

He holds my hand as we walk downstairs. I still have my red nightgown and he is shirtless, wearing only his sweats but I am too curious about what he has to offer. He opens the main door and walks straight to the parking where his most useful cars are. When we pass the huge Jeep, I can see a motorbike, exactly the same motorbike I have back in Japan. I rush to it, checking every detail and making sure it is the same model. He even put the same cute ninja sticker at the back as the other had.

“Chanyeol!” I scream and he laughs at the sight. “Oh my god! It is the same! Is it really for me?”

“Yeah, only yours, Akiko” he smiles, resting his back on the jeep as he watches me jump in and start the engine, making it roar loudly. “I also got the helmet, the gloves and the leather jacket”

“Really?” I jump off the bike and I hold his face to give him a kiss. He holds my body closer to him as we keep making out, letting all the excitement flow into the kiss. He breaks the kiss first, smiling down at me as I bite my lower lip.

“Why don't we have breakfast and you go for a ride after?” He asks and I nod eagerly. “You even have a cute side”

“Shut up”

I walk away but he pulls me closer, crushing me against his chest as his lips are back on mine. I push him away playfully before I run back into the house laughing and he follows me close. He gets me when we reach the living room and he pushes me down the sofa, hovering me as he looks for my lips and we go back to making out.

It might be the excitement. It might be the fact that he bought me the bike that was one of my most precious things in Japan or maybe that I feel he really cares. But I feel some weird things on my stomach, I feel… happy?

“Wow, that's character development” Baekhyun suddenly says. We break the kiss as I look at the direction of the voice. Not only Byun is watching us from the garden but also Jongin and Kyungsoo. I push Chanyeol away, making him fall into the ground as I walk to join them for breakfast.

“The fact that we make out is compatible with our deal to kill him” I say as I pour some juice in a glass. “Right, Chanyeol?”

“She is right” Chanyeol takes a sit next to Kyungsoo and I stick my tongue out playfully. “Are Kris and Tao still destroying my guest room bed?”

“Wait, he fucks his right hand? Is he gay?” I ask in shock and they all nod like nothing.

“Do you have something against it?” Jongin asks, glaring at me and slowly getting angry.

“What? No! I was just shocked because he spent the whole night yesterday flirting with me” I say and Chanyeol chuckles.

“That was just to piss me off, idiot. But keep it in secret, okay? You know how mafia works” Chanyeol warns.

“You call me idiot but you were the one getting jealous of him even if you knew he is gay”

“Oyabun requests your presence” I hang up the phone, leaving it on the table as I turn around to look at the man behind me.

He is tied up in a chair, the blood coming out of his throat running down his chest and torso. I clean the blade with a cloth, the blood coming off easily before I put it back on the sheath on my thigh.

Oichii Oda, first lieutenant of the Ozamura clan. Their people has been stealing in one of our warehouses for a few months, ignoring our warnings and getting his own warehouse destroyed by fire. Last week they killed three of our men as vengeance so I decided to take care of them personally. I do not even know how such a small organization managed to mess with us when we are the most powerful out there.

I light up a cigarette, holding it between my lips as I put the black hoodie back on. I leave the room, feeling my body relax with the smoke in my lungs. I walk slowly through the corridors, as I know everyone is already dead: the two men on the living room guarding the house, the other one resting in one of the bedrooms, and the security outside. It has been an easy task, a simple break in to pick documents, money and kill them. It has not taken even half an hour.

The bike is parked in the same street, waiting for me to race through the dark streets until oyabun's villa outside the city.

The doors open as I walk in, men greeting me with a low bow of head. I take the gloves off and the hoodie before I walk into Father's studio. He lifts up his gaze, a deep frown on his face as he watches me from head to toe.

“How many times have I told you that you need to send people to do that kind of mission, you are much more important that the Ozamura” I sit in the chair in front of him, looking over at the papers he is looking at.

“I know, but everything has been calm lately so I wanted to have fun,” I explain as I take the blade from my thigh, checking if it is completely clean or not. “Anyways, the problem is finally over”

“Well, I am happy you let your rage go because we have an important week ahead, Akiko” I frown at his words, the blade back on its sheath as he offers me a picture.

Park Chanyeol.

The leader of the most important South Korean mafia.

I have never met him in real life but I have bumped into some of his men and maybe killed a couple in a bar when they thought I was nothing more than a hoe. Father has been talking with him for the last couple of months to reach a deal but I do not like the idea. Trading deals are good but I feel there is something behind all of this.

“He is coming in tomorrow and he is staying at the villa so you need to behave while he is here” I roll my eyes and I stand up in anger. I do not like foreigners coming to my house and I do not like Park Chanyeol.

First, he is Korean. And I hate Koreans.

Second, he is a mafia boss. And they always think they are the best when they are not.

Third, this is my house and no one should be allowed in.

“Calm down, Akiko. I need you to give your best,” he says as he stands up. I take a bottle of alcohol and a glass to pour some and drink it up. “I know you are young but you need to behave like the woman you are, Akiko”

“I know, I will behave and I guess I will be your translator for the time being, right?” I ask before I gulp the alcohol in one shot and pour some more.

“There is no one I trust more than you, Akiko. They are bringing their own translator but I want you with me, you will understand what they talk among them” I nod, looking out from the window but I can only see my reflection since it is dark outside. “Now go and misbehave, you need to be ready tomorrow at 7PM”

“Good night, Father” he gives a light kiss to my forehead before I grab the bottle and take it with me. “I'll be naked on the hot tub drinking in case you are looking for me” he chuckles as I leave, gulping more alcohol.

I need to be sober for the next few days so this is going to be my last drink probably for a week and I want to enjoy it. The hot tub is already turned on since Father has probably order to prepare everything and Mackenyu is waiting for me with my phone and a towel.

“Oneechan!!” I smile when I see his happy face, like a puppy waiting for his master. “You are fine!”

“Yeah! Everything was good and quickly, Yuyu” I take the phone from his hands and he follows me to the spa, looking away as I start stripping. “Come in with me, make me some company”

“Can I?” I nod as I dip into the tub, my body relaxing with the warm water and the bubbles. Mackenyu strips but leaves his underwear on and sits in front of me, trying to look away from my body even though he has seen me naked a million times before.

“So, I need you to be extra careful from tomorrow on, Mackenyu, that mafia lord is coming and I do not have a good feeling about them” I explain as I gulp some more alcohol. “Oyabun asked me to behave but I already hate them and I know it will be difficult for me to be comfortable around them, I will even have to speak in Korean”

“I will have your back, Oneechan, anything you ask me to” I wink at him passing the bottle to him but he refuses.

“What is that filthy thing doing in our hot tub?”

The missing one. I grit my teeth, breathing heavily as I hear the annoying voice. I turn around enough to face him as I hope he is going to regret his words with just a simple gaze as he always does but this time he is walking with two of his friends and he seems over confident.

“Leave if you don't want to get killed tonight” I hear a low chuckle I know it is coming from him but I decide to ignore him.

“Listen, you Korean crap, get out of there, we wanted to use it”

That is it. That is what I needed to snap out. He did not have time to blink before I have him down on the floor, the blade of my dagger on his neck.

“Touch her and you two are dead,” Mackenyu warns as he points his guns at them.

“If you were not Father's son I would have killed you long ago” I spat at him, pressing the blade harder on his skin until some little drops of blood start flowing.

“Akiko!” I do not turn around when I hear dad's voice but I let Matsuke go. “Matsuke, leave your sister alone”

“She is not my sister, she is some Korean crap” I throw the knife in his direction but I do not aim at him but the wall behind him. “I don't get why you like her so much when she tries to kill me even in front of you”

“We have important days coming this week so you need to act like real family, like you actually respect her as your superior or you would not be involved in this at all” I smile proudly, getting the knife from the wall before I go back to the hot tub.

“Tell her to behave, she and her pet are the wildlings”

I decide to shut up, waiting for them to leave because I do not want to argue anymore. Mackenyu closes the door of the spa and he stands behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he massages them to relieve the tension.

“Don’t worry; he will get killed sooner or later”

~~~~~

“I thought you hated him”

I turn around, confused about his question. I got ready earlier than expected so I wanted to get something to eat from the appetizers placed on the living room. There is a cup of rosé already on my hands and Mackenyu is stuffing his mouth with some sushi.

“What do you mean? I still hate him”. Dad pushes Mackenyu hands from the tray of sushi and asks the server to bring some more.

“You look stunning with that dress” I look down at the short black satin dress I chose for the dinner. The truth is the dress is sexy, hugging every curve of my body and short enough to tease him. I wore a black choker and some black high heels, ready to leave them shocked.

“I just wear it because it is very comfortable if I need to fight anyone. Look, even one of the sides is longer to hide the blade” I pull the skirt up a little to show him the knife that always comes with me. He chuckles, shaking his head. “What? I need to be ready”

“Not everything is about killing, Akiko” he grabs some sake that one of the server offers him and I roll my eyes.

“That’s everything you have taught me for the past fifteen years, Father. Killing and killing and more killing” He nods slowly, closing his eyes before he looks at me. There is a strange feeling in the way he is looking at me, the same feeling they had when mother died three years ago. Is he sad? Is that sadness? What is he sad about?

“Father, what’s wrong?” he shakes his head, looking away for a second before he speaks. But Matsuke arrives and he closes his mouth.

“A whore looking like the whore she is” Father is the one who takes the gun this time, pointing straight into his son’s head as his eyes looks wild.

Those eyes are the ones I am used to, the ones that scream death and blood.

“I swear that I will kill you in the middle of the dinner if you don’t show her the respect she deserves, Matsuke, this is a really important night for us,” Matsuke lowers his head and glares at you before he goes to sit in one of the sofas of the living room, looking like a child that’s angry because his dad took the candy away from him.

“Sir, they have arrived”

Park Chanyeol is the one who enters the room first, followed close behind by his two hands: Kim Jongin and Byun Baekhyun. I would be lying if I say I do not know who they are. I made a deep investigation on both of them a couple of months ago when Father wanted to make the deal with them and they are no joke, none of them.

Byun Baekhyun is known as The Player, the one who likes to plan and look for the resources to get whatever Chanyeol wants. He kills fast, leaves no trace behind and many people say we have similar ways of executing people. He is the famous translator they are bringing with themselves, checking if we are going to say something and translate another.

Kim Jongin is The Grizzly because he looks soft in the outside but has the ferocity of a Grizzly Bear when he gets angry. He is one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, his side smirk and jawline surely makes anyone melt.

Park Chanyeol, The Undertaker, is one of the most important person not only on South Korea but also on Asia. He has connections almost all over the world and everyone simply kneels before him. But I am not going to do that, I am going to look at him right into his handsome face and show him he is no better than I am. Chanyeol is tall and broad, the black suit making him look like a model straight out of a magazine with his hair perfectly styled showing his forehead. I am sure that handsome face managed to get him many things on his life.

“Good evening, Mr. Nakamura” Chanyeol greets in Japanese. “These are Kim Jongin and Byun Baekhyun”

“Nice to meet you all” I bow as my father does, a fake smile on my face as I observe them doing the same. “This is my daughter, Nakamura Akiko and my son Nakamura Matsuke”

Baekhyun leans in closer to whisper the translation to Chanyeol even though there is not much to translate. I want to step in, tell him something but I decide to calm down since I do not want to make him angry and lose the deal. This is much more important.

“You have a beautiful house, not as big as mine but good enough” I feel the anger boiling through my veins and I cannot resist answering him back without Father’s permission,

“We don’t need a big house to show off or powers, unlike others do.” I answer in Korean, the words leaving my mouth like daggers even though he only chuckles.

“The Kunoichi’s weapons are sharper than ever” he walks a little closer until he is right in front of me. I do not break the eye contact with him because I do not want to seem weak, I am scared of nothing. I am the Kunoichi, the princess of the kingdom he has come to fuck with. “I like it, I like women like my drinks: strong and bitter”

“Too bad you won’t have a taste of this,” I answer as I smirk up at him. He smirks, biting his lower lip as he checks me up from head to toe.

“We’ll see about it” He finally turns to Father with a cheeky smile and I look behind him to the two men that have come with him. They have these stupid smirks on their faces that they soon erase with a simple glare.

“What did he tell you?” Father asks but I shake my head before I gulp the rosé in one go and leave the drinking glass on the table. “Tell him I am appreciate he came so soon and that I hope he feels like at home as long as he stays here”

“My father wants to tell you he appreciates you came all the way here and that he wants you to feel like at home during your stay” I translate as he looks at me. “His words, not mine”

“I appreciate his concern but I am not going to stay here more than a couple of days, enough to taste the best drink of the house” My hand reaches for my skirt as I want to stab him on his guts right now but I hold my desire to do it as I look at Father with a fake smile and translate the first part.

“Is something you are not telling me?” Father asks but I shake my head with a smile.

“Nothing I cannot deal myself later”

The conversation turns more professional when Father starts talking about business during dinner. We are seated in a round table, Baekhyun and I taking turns to translate everything that goes on and making sure, no one is trying to cheat on the other. Chanyeol is no longer getting on my nerves since he has stopped his teasing and I am happy he has not reached the limit of my patience before I slit his throat in half.

“Well, about the other business… Go ahead, Baekhyun”

I keep my eyes on Chanyeol as a smirk creeps up his face. He tries to hide it drinking some wine but I have seen him. My head is screaming to jump on him and kill him right now, that this other business is no good. I knew there was something hidden when Father started dealing with him. I knew there was something bigger behind all this deal.

“Mr. Park wants to know about…” Baekhyun seems to choke on his own words, looking at Chanyeol for a second before he continues. “About the arranged marriage with The Kunoichi”

That is it.

I jump from the table onto him, taking my blade on the way. We fall on the floor, my body on top of him, and the sharp blade on his neck and my knees on his elbows so he cannot move under me because I could break them if he tries to struggle. And he knows.

“AKIKO!!” I do not care about Father’s words. I just want to slice his throat and feed him to the animals. “Don’t shoot her; she is not going to do anything to him”

“You fucking bastard! How do you dare even propose something like this?” I ask him, feeling even angrier as I watch the stupid smile on his face. “Do you know who I am?”

“Do you know who I am, Akiko?” he asks, the stupid grin on his face growing wider.

“Akiko, leave him alone, stop with that!” Father orders but I do not listen; I do not want to listen.

“Do you want me to hit you back? Because you know I can and I would,” he keeps teasing. I grit my teeth, trying to hold any urge to sink the sharp blade on his neck and finally kill him.

I stand up and I leave without a word but I make sure to take Mackenyu’s gun on my way out. I need to fucking kill someone, calm my anger before I come back.

I suddenly remember about the two men that came in this morning to try to spy on us. Father told me to leave them alone since they were not important but now they are going to be my toys for the rest of the night.

~~~~~

“Where do you think she went?” Chanyeol asks as he stands up, Baekhyun immediately translating for Mr. Nakamura.  

“Hunting” Mackenyu explains. “She likes hunting her preys”

“Hunting in the meaning of killing a person?” Baekhyun asks once he has translated Chanyeol.

“What do you think?” he answers as he shrugs.

“She is the perfect weapon, always thirsty for blood,” Mr. Nakamura explains as he looks at Chanyeol, his right hand translating to him. “She is probably ending with the Takazawa’s spies’ lives as we talk”

They all jump in surprise with the sight of Akiko opening one of the French doors that lead to the garden. She is covered in blood, her messy hair falling to her waist and her dark orbs shining as he looks at Chanyeol.  He swears he has never seen as woman as stunning as Akiko. The way her eyes light up with the idea of taking a life reminds him of his early days as his father’s apprentice. The black dress stained with blood hugs his body beautifully, letting him think of how she would look without anything on.

Chanyeol was startled by her beauty with just one picture but seeing her in real life with that small dress and the high of killing someone.

A beautiful sight he is never going to forget.

He stands up slowly, as if he is trying to show a dangerous animal he is not going to attack. He stops when he notices the body laying on the floor, groaning in pain and looking at him. Isn’t he Kasper? He is one of his members. He came with them to Japan even though he was not supposed to be seen. Kasper has been his best spy for years and that is why he decided to bring him along. He himself has never noticed his presence before but she has been able to trace him down.

What creature is she?

“It was too late when I realized he was one of yours” Akiko explains, as she looks at him right into his eyes. “Or maybe not”

“How… Kasper… How?” Jongin asks as he runs to his friend to help him.

“Akiko, is he one of them?” Mr. Nakamura asks as she nods, her eyes still fixed on Chanyeol. “What have you done?! I ASKED YOU TO BEHAVE!!”

“It’s okay,” Chanyeol says in Japanese, making the man frown in confusion even though the tall man cannot look at any other thing that is not her.

“I have to take Mackenyu with me and I can go back and forth as many times as I want”

Chanyeol is shocked. Is that a deal? Is that an agreement? And agreement coming from her? The Korean males in the room look at the woman, surprised about her words. Chanyeol nods, completely speechless.

“I want to kill you so bad right now,” she growls under her breath, making the mafia boss laugh.

“You couldn’t even if you tried, trust me” she greets her teeth, gripping on the handle of the blade as he smirks.

He loves the sight of Akiko being pissed off.

He can recognize the desire to kill on her eyes and he would pay a million dollars to see her killing someone and being the wild woman she is. Chanyeol licks his lower lip, a hundred of ideas running on his head as their gazes are locked. He is planning to present her to everyone in a party, showing not only his brand new wife but also his most lethal weapon. Everyone knows about her not only in Asia, the famous Kunoichi you better not run into. He has doubted many times the stories told about her but he now sees they could be perfectly real.

“Go and clean yourself up, I do not want to see you until tomorrow” Mr. Nakamura says to his daughter. “I’m very disappointed with you tonight”

“I agreed”

Those are the last word the men on the room hear before she disappears. Mackenyu is following close to her, looking more like a puppy than a bodyguard does. Chanyeol have been wondering if there was something between them by the way they moved around each other but there is no doubt now. The young man is simply her pet.

“I am sorry for this mess, Mr. Park. I expected them to behave” Mr. Nakamura says as he sits on the sofa, Baekhyun translating every word to his boss.

“Don’t worry, I love dinners with live shows and she agreed to the marriage” Chanyeol smirks, still looking at the door from where she has disappeared. “That’s all I wanted when I came here”

 ~~ 

Author’s Note:

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I did not expect to wake up alone. I look around the room, waiting to see him getting dressed or something but he is not here.

If I thought my room was big, Chanyeol's room takes almost the first floor of the house. I have never seen a bed as big as his, more than two meters long and wide so I feel like I can roll around and not fall down. The room is decorated in white, grey and black tones, even his open wardrobe shows that those are the colors he wears the most. I stand up to look around closely, my fingers brushing on the clothes hanging at plain sight and feeling the soft materials of his suits. There is even a sofa in the middle of the open closet. If I did not know where I am, I thought I have got lost in a men's boutique.  I knock on the door at the back of the room, waiting for an answer but there is none.

The bathroom is huge. It has views to the garden thanks to the crystal walls and the bath is big enough to fit at least three people. The walls are black marble as the rest of the furniture are clean shining white and with silver details. This bathroom could be the one of a king.

I check myself on the mirror as I decide to wash my face and brush my hair before I look for him. It is true he has seen me being the sleeping mess I am but since we are in a good point right now, I don't want to look bad and with a horrible morning breath in front of him.

I walk out of his room, closing behind me before I head for the only room of the floor that is not his room but his studio. I just want to check if he is inside before I move downstairs to get some breakfast and look for the guys.

I open the door slowly, peeking inside to watch him focused on some papers on his desk. He has already dressed up, a plain grey shirt with some of the buttons open on his chest. His black locks are up, exposing his forehead and making him look all sexy and hot.

“Good morning, babe” he looks up at me, a soft smile on his face. I decide to walk into his studio, closing the door behind me as I slowly walk into his direction. He leaves the papers on his desk, resting his back on the huge chair he is sitting on right now.

I know how to seduce a man. I have done it many times to get information, I have even had sex to get what I wanted but this time it is different since he is willing to give me everything. I sit on his lap, his hands around my waist as I lean forward to check the papers, my ass now right on his crotch.

“Someone is playful this morning” I laugh softly before I look back at him and wink.

“So, what are you working on?” I ask him as I take some of the documents that speaks about a gun trade with the Kim's from Daegu.

“They have to pay me tomorrow,” he answers as his hands are still on my ass.

“I hate paperwork, I am more into… action” I leave the paper back on the desk before I turn around to sit on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of that while you go around hunting people for me” He cups my cheek, smiling playfully as I bite my lower lip. “Would you like that, babe?”

I close the distance between our lips as an answer. My arms find their way to his neck as our lips battle for dominance even though I let him dominate after a few seconds. His hands run down my body slowly until they are left on my butt, groping it slowly as he pushes me down to feel his bulge. I start to move my hips, rolling my body to make more friction. His kisses turn more erratic, his hands on the edge of my underwear, pulling them down slowly as he thinks I do not notice.

“Chanyeol~” I moan his name when he bites on my neck. He suddenly stands up, pulling me with him as he sits me on top of the table with my underwear already low under my ass. I look for his lips again as I take the nightgown off, feeling my body growing anxious with his touches.

“You are so beautiful” Chanyeol pulls the hair off my torso, making me lean back a little bit to offer a better view of my body. His hands travels from my thighs, running up my body until they reach my breasts. His thumbs brush my nipples slowly before he leans in to engulf one of them with his mouth. A loud moan escapes my lips when he flicks it with his tongue, taking care of my other nipple with his thumb.

I close my eyes, hugging his waist with my legs to pull him closer. He changes to the other boob, giving some small bites and making me moan in response.

“Your body is so beautiful,” he murmurs again, leaving a trail of kisses up my collarbones.

He keeps kissing my collarbones and shoulders, his hands stroking my sides and thighs. Chanyeol leaves a bite on my neck and some licks before he reaches for my mouth.

I have never felt like this before. Chanyeol worships my body, kissing every inch of visible skin and giving soft touches. I am used to everything being in a rush, to focus on the other's pleasure and not mine but this is different.

This is not the sex I am used to.

Chanyeol smiles into the kiss, making me giggle and push him closer to share another sloppy kiss as Chanyeol pulls my underwear down until I cannot feel the lace on my skin anymore. He breaks the kiss to attach his lips to my neck now and then goes down my body, giving some sweet pecks on my nipples before he licks all the way down my groin. He sits back on his chair, pulling me closer to the edge of the table so his head is between my legs. He kisses the inner side of my thighs, his huge hand caressing my legs and body lovingly.

“I love your skin, it is soft like silk” he nuzzles his nose on my thighs, brushing the skin softly. “And you are so beautiful; I will never get tired of saying that”

My heart is beating so fast on my chest I am afraid it might just explode. My eyes cannot leave him, following every move and word. He opens my legs wider, leaving me naked and exposed in front of him.

“So pretty” He licks his lips at the sight. One of his hands reaches for my slit, pulling my lips apart and making him gasp. “You are so wet already, baby”

“Chanyeol…” I bite my lower lip, trying to get a hold of myself as he grabs my legs to pull me closer. I lost my breath the moment his tongue finds his way between my lips. “Fuck… Chanyeol… this…”

“What's wrong, babe?” He asks even though he is back to teasing me.

“I don't know...”

Chanyeol gives it a long lick, touching a sensitive spot of my anatomy. I hold on his hair, pulling him closer. No one has done anything like this before. Sex was just an instrument I use to get information and manipulate people so blowjobs and me being a full dom has been my thing but I am powerless now.

He finally attacks. His bites my lips, his tongue then doing magic on me. I do not care if anyone hears me; I cannot control the noises that escapes my lips. His tongue finds my entrance, poking it teasingly before going deep inside and twirling against my walls.

“What the…?” I turn around when I hear the voice, covering my body at the sight of Mackenyu at the door with Baekhyun close behind him.

“Wait! Yuyu, I can explain” I jump from the table, grabbing my nightgown on the way to put it on. I feel the fluids down my thighs as I move, the gown not covering enough right now.

“I thought you were having a bad time but…” Mackenyu looks truly hurt right now. His eyes are fixed on Chanyeol who licks his lower lip in victory. Watching him do that only reminds me on what we were doing just a second ago. “You do not need to give me any explanations, Oneechan; I will go back to Japan right now”

“No! I have missed you so bad” I grab his hand but pulls away quickly. “Mackenyu…”

“Finish whatever you two were doing, I will wait for you downstairs with the rest” Mackenyu leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud.

“I'm sorry, Aki, I…” he walks closer, his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. “I didn't expect him here so early; I wanted to surprise you after what happened yesterday”

I turn around to look at him, pouting slightly as I hug his waist. I can feel his hard-on poking my belly but the truth is I want to run to Mackenyu and talk to him about everything.

“Go on and shower, be with him” he whispers before he pecks my head. “I will keep eating you up tonight, babe, I already miss being between your legs”

“Thank you, Chanyeol” I tiptoe to reach his lips, a sweet peck before he pats my butt and I run straight to my room to have a shower and change into my clothes.

The way Chanyeol has touched my body keeps repeating on my head. I can still feel his kisses on my neck, his huge hands on my thighs and his tongue inside me. If Mackenyu had not shown up, I would probably have ridden him on that chair.

I get some shorts and a crop top before I run downstairs to find him. Mackenyu is having breakfast with the rest of the gang, using Baekhyun as the translator. Chanyeol is not sitting at the table with them and I stop before I am noticed by anyone. I run upstairs again, knocking on the door before I peek inside the room.

“Are you going to come with us for breakfast?” I ask him and he nods as he signs one of the paper of his desk. “Why didn't you go earlier?”

“I had something to take care of, you know?” Chanyeol pecks my lips before he grabs my hand and we walk together downstairs, straight to the dining room where they are all having breakfast.

“Good morning” Chanyeol greets as he pulls a chair for me to seat beside him.

“Good morning to you, boss” Jongin teases, making everyone laugh. I roll my eyes but I decide to ignore everyone and get myself some food.

“You act like I haven't caught Kyungsoo blowing your dick in my kitchen two days ago” Chanyeol teases the other and I have to cover my mouth to hide a laugh.

I look at Mackenyu, who seems angrier than before but he avoids my gaze. Chanyeol squeezes my thigh softly giving me a soft smile to calm me down.

“Everything will be fine”

~~~~~

“He is not that bad” The smoke leaves my mouth as I speak. I do not look directly at him but at the landscape in front of us. “He is actually nice”

“I thought you hated him” Mackenyu plays with the grass, ripping some leaves from the ground. “I was really worried for you, Oneechan, that he has actually locked you up in the basement or something”

“I tried to kill him three times already and I have the fourth one already planned,” I explain as I crush the cigarette on the floor. “And we went to this party two days ago and I killed two of his enemies, now everyone around knows how powerful and dangerous I am”

“You have been here for three days and you have already killed two people” Mackenyu rolls his eyes at me as I laugh.

“I can actually come and go as I want, take part on his missions, anything I want to do. It is not the same as living in Japan but it is not that bad. I just… I am doing this for Father, for the clan”

“I know…” he whispers. “Father misses you a lot; he does not trust Matsuke like he trusts you so he is lonely”

“I know… I miss him too but Chanyeol told me we can pay a visit next week so maybe you will see me around sooner than later” he smiles widely and leans backwards until he is fully laying on the ground.

“But I do not trust him, Oneechan, I think he is treating you this way because you are his most dangerous weapon” he says without looking at me. “I know you don't do feelings but I have never seen that look on your face talking about anyone”

“I don't know what's wrong with me when I am around him but we have this weird connection…” I explain as I sigh deeply.

“You and I have a connection and we don't fuck around, Oneechan” He gets up, looking back at me.

“But this is different, I have never felt anything sexual towards you” I realize what I have said when he looks away. I have always known his feelings for me even though it is a topic we have always avoided. “I mean…”

“I know, I am your younger brother, I know that” He stands up and I follow him, throwing my arm around his shoulder.

“Why don't we go for some foods and drinks? Chanyeol owns a really cool bar in the city” He nods slowly and I rub his hair. “Let me change my clothes really fast”

“Aki!” I look into the house as I search for the voice and I watch Chanyeol walking towards me, all dressed up in a black suit and the same grey shirt as before with his buttons open on his chest. I catch a glimpse of the guns on his ribs held by a black leather harness. “We are leaving to the lunch I told you about yesterday, okay? Just give me a call in case you need anything”

“We are going out for some food and drinks” he nods with a small smile on his face. I am going to grab one of his guns but he holds my arm and pulls me closer enough until he can kiss me on my lips.

“Have fun, baby, and see you later” he pecks my lips again before he walks away.

~~~~~

“So… do you really have feelings for her?” Kris asks Chanyeol. The Chinese has been dying to ask him but he has not found a moment to talk with him alone.

Chanyeol and Kris are drinking and smoking together in the garden sofa, relaxing after the tiring day. The business lunch ended up being more violent than expected since the other side did not want to comply with Kris’ requests. But they finally reach an agreement, as the Chinese Butcher was not afraid to use his gun against one of the men.

“I think I do” Chanyeol sighs deeply, closing his eyes.

“I thought you were trained not to have them, Park” Kris smokes from his cigar as he looks at his friend. “That they took them away from you”

“I thought so too but look at me now all soft for her” Chanyeol opens his eyes and gulps the whiskey, trying to make up his mind. “I thought she was beautiful when I saw her pictures, that's why I agreed to the marriage agreement from Mr. Nakamura but when I saw her in action back in his house, she woke something up inside of me and I haven't stopped thinking about her since then”

“If you are happy, go ahead but she is the Kunoichi, Chanyeol,” Kris warns his friend as he smokes some more. “You know that if she hasn't killed you yet it is because she does not want to do it”

“I know”

Chanyeol jumps in surprise when the glass on his hand suddenly breaks. He looks to his right to find an arrow on the floor and looks around the balconies to find Akiko with the bow even though she is nowhere in sight. Another arrow lands between his legs and the next one takes the cigar from his hands.

“Fifth try?” Chanyeol asks aloud, looking around the balconies until Akiko jumps from the one of his own room. “There you are”

“If you two are going to fight and fuck, I am leaving,” Kris says as he stands up. “What a weird mating ritual you two have”

“Fifth? Because this morning it was you the one killing me with your tongue” Chanyeol smirks at Akiko's words and he takes his jacket off, waiting for Akiko's attack.

“Well, then this is the fourth one then” Chanyeol licks his lips, expecting some fight and fuck as Kris has said but Akiko suddenly starts to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Mackenyu is waiting for me on the bed so… My try today was just messing with you with the arrows” Chanyeol frowns deeply. Mackenyu waiting for her in bed?

“What are you talking about, Akiko? I thought we made clear no sleeping with other people” Chanyeol grabs her wrist to stop her from walking away.

“I am not sleeping with him that way, Chanyeol” Akiko grabs the other's hand, pulling him with her. “I just want to spend some more time with him before he leaves tomorrow, you don't need to get jealous”

“I am not jealous,” Akiko laughs cutely at him and turns around to kiss him a couple of times, her arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. Chanyeol wants to make sure she is going to think about the kiss for the whole night.

“Good night” Chanyeol bites his lower lip, looking at her leaving up the stairs.

“Damn, you are so whipped” Chanyeol turns around, looking at his Chinese male and falling on the sofa next to him. “I am sure you are not going to sleep just thinking what they could be doing”

“Fuck…” he groans as he covers his face with his hands.

“You will understand and manage those feelings within time” Chanyeol nods as he looks at his friend that is smirking, enjoying his suffering. “That's so cute, Chanyeol, I am so happy I chose this week to come here to see you suffer like this”