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I stood at the train-station, waiting for the next train but then I spotted a man. Well-built, in a crisp suit and hair that looked like it took a whole jar of gel to fix, and ofourse, handsome. I could see the bulge of his biceps and the highlights of his abs no matter how expensive or good the fabric his suit is.
He approaches me with a robot-like walk. His long legs eating up the distance between us with a polite eerie smile on his face that sent shivers down my spine.
In the matter of seconds, he was in front of me. He was towering over me, it was like the Eiffel Tower next to the Burj Khalifa. He speaks in a polite tone,
“Excuse me, miss. Do you have a moment?”
I stare and admire him for a few seconds and snap out of it. I
“Ah..sure, what for?”
I answer meekly, intimidated by his size. How do guys even get this tall? I thought to myself.
“I’d like to offer you a chance to play a game. You’ll play a few rounds. If you win, you’ll earn money.”
He answers with the same polite tone from earlier.
“What game?” I answered suspiciously with an eyebrow raised.
He reaches for his pocket in his suit and takes out two folded paper tiles, red and blue—which appears to be Ddakji.
“Do you know how to play Ddakji?” He asks.
“If you win and flip my paper, you’ll earn 100,000 won. But if you lose, I will slap you.”
What the fuck? Slap me? My eyes widen in surprise at his words but swallow my nervousness. I was in deep debt too because of my parents who left me at an early age.
I wasn’t good at this game, so I was nervous and felt like my heart was in my throat.
—TIME SKIP—
After a few rounds, I lost the game. Shit, fuck. What should I do? He raises his hand and I close my eyes, preparing for the public pain and humiliation he is about to inflict on me.
As soon as his hand was inches from my face, it stops. Instead, he lowers it and pulls out a shiny black card with a triangle, square, and circle. He hands it over to me, I hesitate before taking it from his extended hand. My fingers brush against his soft, pale ones.
On the back of the card there was a location and contact number. I look up at him and suspiciously ask, “What’s this for?”
Something in his eyes lit up, a spark of desire.
“We’re giving people who are in debt a chance to win a lot of money. You’ll play fair games. Simple children’s games. Just go to that location and I will sort out the details. Be there at approximately 9:00 PM tonight along with the other players.”
My eyes narrow in caution. I was stuck choosing between choosing this ridiculous game or paying off my debts. I wasn’t in a position to choose anyway so I nodded and went on my way.
—TIMESKIP—
7:56PM
I stand outside the location from the card he gave me. It was a large, lavish, modern house that any typical rich people own. Wait, I never asked for his name.. Shit, Y/N how could you forget? A hot guy was already standing in front of you.
There weren't any so called players or maybe it was just me, Was I his first option? No, Y/N snap out. You’re here to pay off your debts, not swoon over some guy you met an hour ago.
I ring the doorbell. The richy-rich sound echoing thought the house and in a matter of seconds, someone opens the door. It was that guy from earlier. He was wearing a tight sleeveless top that shows off his biceps and the bulge of his abs along with gym shorts.
“Good evening, I'm glad you came.”
I rake my eyes over him up and down.
“Uhh..where are the other players..?“
He scans my appearance before answering:
“You’re the first one.” He answers in a polite but tired voice, he gestures me to go in and I do so.
Once I enter, his hand “accidentally” brushes against my ass which sends shivers down my spine. The home was AC surrounded and dimly lit.
He led me into a room that had red lights, a bed, and handcuffs. What was all this stuff for..?
He pushes me onto the bed and starts undressing, I too, who gets aroused immediately starts to undress, until I was left in a Victoria’s Secret thong I got and wore as a joke.
He looks at me with pure, unadulterated desire. And takes off his boxers which free his springing, huge cock with the tip leaking with pre-cum.
He lays down on the bed beside me and orders:
“Sit on my face. This is a game.”
I hesitated for a moment but complied, my dripping cunt inches away from his face and was only separated by my thong.
He opened his mouth and began to tear my thong off with his bare teeth all the while gripping my ass to keep me steady.
Once I was fully bare to his hungry gaze, he laps at my cunt like a starving man possessed. His tongue focused on my sensitive clit which made me moan. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair and grinded against his mouth. He sucks my cunt like a powerful vacuum which led me crying and whimpering and moaning really loud.
I reached my peak and flooded his mouth full of my cum but he didn't stop, still continuing his oral assault on me.
Once finished eating me out, I plopped down on the bed beside him as he pulled me and gripped my ass tightly. It hurts. He spreads my things and plunges two fingers in me. I gasped at the unexpected intruder in me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, instead pumping them in and out of me at a fast pace.
I wrap my arms around his neck and grind on his palm, urging him for more.
He hits that special G-spot in me and I see stars. I reach my peak which leaves us both panting for air.
“What’s your name?” He asked in his deep, raspy voice.
“Y/n.”
I stood at the train-station, waiting for the next train but then I spotted a man. Well-built, in a crisp suit and hair that looked like it took a whole jar of gel to fix, and ofourse, handsome. I could see the bulge of his biceps and the highlights of his abs no matter how expensive or good the fabric his suit is.
He approaches me with a robot-like walk. His long legs eating up the distance between us with a polite eerie smile on his face that sent shivers down my spine.
In the matter of seconds, he was in front of me. He was towering over me, it was like the Eiffel Tower next to the Burj Khalifa. He speaks in a polite tone,
“Excuse me, miss. Do you have a moment?”
I stare and admire him for a few seconds and snap out of it. I
“Ah..sure, what for?”
I answer meekly, intimidated by his size. How do guys even get this tall? I thought to myself.
“I’d like to offer you a chance to play a game. You’ll play a few rounds. If you win, you’ll earn money.”
He answers with the same polite tone from earlier.
“What game?” I answered suspiciously with an eyebrow raised.
He reaches for his pocket in his suit and takes out two folded paper tiles, red and blue—which appears to be Ddakji.
“Do you know how to play Ddakji?” He asks.
“If you win and flip my paper, you’ll earn 100,000 won. But if you lose, I will slap you.”
What the fuck? Slap me? My eyes widen in surprise at his words but swallow my nervousness. I was in deep debt too because of my parents who left me at an early age.
I wasn’t good at this game, so I was nervous and felt like my heart was in my throat.
—TIME SKIP—
After a few rounds, I lost the game. Shit, fuck. What should I do? He raises his hand and I close my eyes, preparing for the public pain and humiliation he is about to inflict on me.
As soon as his hand was inches from my face, it stops. Instead, he lowers it and pulls out a shiny black card with a triangle, square, and circle. He hands it over to me, I hesitate before taking it from his extended hand. My fingers brush against his soft, pale ones.
On the back of the card there was a location and contact number. I look up at him and suspiciously ask, “What’s this for?”
Something in his eyes lit up, a spark of desire.
“We’re giving people who are in debt a chance to win a lot of money. You’ll play fair games. Simple children’s games. Just go to that location and I will sort out the details. Be there at approximately 9:00 PM tonight along with the other players.”
My eyes narrow in caution. I was stuck choosing between choosing this ridiculous game or paying off my debts. I wasn’t in a position to choose anyway so I nodded and went on my way.
—TIMESKIP—
7:56PM
I stand outside the location from the card he gave me. It was a large, lavish, modern house that any typical rich people own. Wait, I never asked for his name.. Shit, Y/N how could you forget? A hot guy was already standing in front of you.
There weren't any so called players or maybe it was just me, Was I his first option? No, Y/N snap out. You’re here to pay off your debts, not swoon over some guy you met an hour ago.
I ring the doorbell. The richy-rich sound echoing thought the house and in a matter of seconds, someone opens the door. It was that guy from earlier. He was wearing a tight sleeveless top that shows off his biceps and the bulge of his abs along with gym shorts.
“Good evening, I'm glad you came.”
I rake my eyes over him up and down.
“Uhh..where are the other players..?“
He scans my appearance before answering:
“You’re the first one.” He answers in a polite but tired voice, he gestures me to go in and I do so.
Once I enter, his hand “accidentally” brushes against my ass which sends shivers down my spine. The home was AC surrounded and dimly lit.
He led me into a room that had red lights, a bed, and handcuffs. What was all this stuff for..?
He pushes me onto the bed and starts undressing, I too, who gets aroused immediately starts to undress, until I was left in a Victoria’s Secret thong I got and wore as a joke.
He looks at me with pure, unadulterated desire. And takes off his boxers which free his springing, huge cock with the tip leaking with pre-cum.
He lays down on the bed beside me and orders:
“Sit on my face. This is a game.”
I hesitated for a moment but complied, my dripping cunt inches away from his face and was only separated by my thong.
He opened his mouth and began to tear my thong off with his bare teeth all the while gripping my ass to keep me steady.
Once I was fully bare to his hungry gaze, he laps at my cunt like a starving man possessed. His tongue focused on my sensitive clit which made me moan. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair and grinded against his mouth. He sucks my cunt like a powerful vacuum which led me crying and whimpering and moaning really loud.
I reached my peak and flooded his mouth full of my cum but he didn't stop, still continuing his oral assault on me.
Once finished eating me out, I plopped down on the bed beside him as he pulled me and gripped my ass tightly. It hurts. He spreads my things and plunges two fingers in me. I gasped at the unexpected intruder in me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, instead pumping them in and out of me at a fast pace.
I wrap my arms around his neck and grind on his palm, urging him for more.
He hits that special G-spot in me and I see stars. I reach my peak which leaves us both panting for air.
“What’s your name?” He asked in his deep, raspy voice.
“Y/n.”