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Chapter 10: Archangel







Psychologists fall under the common belief that every individual will have formed their entire personality, their being, by the time they reach the age of three or four. If this were true, then how could the world miss the psychopathic tendencies of a killer or one seriously disturbed in the mind? Surely someone would have seen the signs to perhaps do something, if anything, to change the path they were destined for. Underneath it all, the smiling, little three year old with a toothy grin and pigtails, clutching her Barbie doll, has the capability and drive to kill. We see what we want to see and believe in what we want to believe. No one wanted to look closely enough to see that the head of the doll was missing.

If you choose not to believe the psychobabble of these specialists, the more deductive approach can be taken. These ignominies upon society are really products of the shaping of their lives. Some great injustice or evil must have befallen these individuals, to the point where the only way to escape the screaming, tormenting voices in their heads was to make them stop. It was only after the fact did they realize that they pulled out that butcher knife, stabbing the person whose voice plagued them twenty seven times in the back.

I just wanted the voices to stop, they'd say.

Afterwards the voices would be no more. The burden upon their beings would lift instantly with the removal of the source of the problem. They would have their revenge and the world would be right again. That is, until the men with the guns strapped to their waists and shiny little badges on their chests showed up.

To be born a killer or not to be born a killer was the million-dollar question. The desire would be either innate or learnt, leaving the entire act as some predestined, unavoidable occurrence that could not be controlled or something purely driven by their own motivation. It was a matter of choice versus instinct. The unfolding events that occurred the weeks following her arrival would serve as enough proof to find those answers. Blood was spilled in all directions, lives taken in the simple game of cat and mouse. What little innocence they all believed to exist within them was washed away with the crimson blood on their hands. Some would escape with what little sanity left, and others would never fully heal. Only one would truly break free. And with that freedom, came a price.

Some are born to kill.

Others want to kill

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Shan Cai! a seemingly melodic voice yelled from across the school café. Xiao Zi bounded over, much like the sixteen-year old girl living in her twenty two year old body. She grinned widely as she settled down in the empty seat across the table. Her slender fingers reached over to snatch a chunk of the muffin sitting in front of Shan Cai, without so much as asking for a bite.

Shan Cai waited a few moments before allowing Xiao Zi to enter her frame of mind. She was still lost in thought, contemplating her next move after the apparent windfall the night before. They had fallen into her trap faster than she predicted. From here on out, it would be a cakewalk in matters concerning Mei Zuo, Ximen, and Dao Ming Si. However, there was that nagging problem known as Hua Ze Lei. He would be a bit more of a challenge, considering he was the more intelligent and perceptive of the four. Slowly, she raised the cup of tea to her lips, allowing her eyes to peer over the rim at the woman devouring her muffin.

For all her money, she has no manners at all.

Did you want that? Xiao Zi asked, as she finished off the last of the crumbs on the plate.

Shan Cai responded dryly. I wasn't that hungry in the first place. What brings you here so early in the morning? I thought you didn't have classes until later in the afternoon.

I was actually hoping to find Ah Si. She blushed much like a virgin bride thinking of her wedding night, at the mere mention of his name. I wanted to try to patch things up with him after the awful fight we had last night.

A lovers' quarrel? She raised an eyebrow, feigning a state of utter oblivion to their personal matters. It can't be that bad.

Xiao Zi lifted her head up to face me for the first time during our entire conversation. He's right about this engagement. Her fingers slide across the large engagement ring on her finger, rubbing against the perfect cut diamond mounted on it. The level of her voice was brought down to an almost whisper, in an attempt to hide the revelation from the rest of the prying eyes and ears of their classmates. I know we haven't known each other very long, Shan Cai. However, I feel so comfortable with you, like we've been friends for years. You're the first person I'm actually telling this to. If any of the other girls ever heard me say this, they would know the truth. They would take their first chance to backstab me to get at him, but you're different. I can see that. She paused to release a heavy sigh as her shoulders slumped lower as an act of submission. This whole thing is a hoax, really. I worry sometimes that one day, he'll find someone better and leave me behind. He barely tolerates at most, to the level of an acquaintance. Then yesterday, for no reason at all, he barged home, throwing a huge temper tantrum. I tried to talk to him, but he said some horrible things. He said something about this arrangement not being permanent and muttered something about another woman. I'm scared I might lose him.

Her companion reached out to lay a comforting hand over Xiao Zi's. Shan Cai forced a sympathetic smile on her face. Don't worry too much about it. He was probably having a bad day.

Do you think so?

Well, how would you feel if someone pummeled you in the face?

She furrowed her eyes, inquisitive to the small detail that slipped from her friend's lips. How did you know he was hit in the face?

Casually, Shan Cai leaned back in her chair, trying to come up with a quick excuse. I was passing by the gym when I saw him leave the building. A small, throbbing pain was beginning to form in her head at the inane prattle Xiao Zi insisted on continuing.

The unease dissipated in her features. Slowly, her cheerful disposition began to emerge with full force. I'm glad that I was right about you. You're not like any of the other girls around here. Which leads me to a little favor I was hoping you could help me with.

And what would that be? Shan Cai raised an eyebrow in interest. A gut feeling told her that this little favor would be a windfall in her favor.

I need your help to get Ah Si. It'll be perfect, she squealed, clapping her hands together. It'll be just like all the books and movies. A girl always needs her trusted best friend to help her hook the guy. Will you help me?

I guess, she shrugged noncommittally. One thing, though. Why him? Is it the money, or the fact that your parents tell you to love him?

A faint blush tinged her cheeks along with a far away daze settling over her features. It might sound silly, but I really do love him. I've known it since the first day I met him.

A small smile, which spread into a large grin, settled over Shan Cai's pink, tinted lips. Little wicked thoughts clouded her mind, while her face showed nothing but innocence in her intentions.

It was all too perfect. You don't even know how much you are becoming a part of all this. Maybe you are right. Every girl needs an accomplice to the crime, and better yet, you don't even know it. Your precious Ah Si will go down and it'll be your fault.

I'm in.

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Hua Ze Lei lazily meandered up the pathways, ignoring the odd stares from his fellow classmates. Even after all these years, they seemed to fall into a stupor of awe within his presence. He just had that look about him that made you stop and stare. Today, he strode past his minions as with a certain frustration and impatience in his gait. Something was bothering him, and that something was definitely a certain girl.

Shan Cai stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cool breeze melt away the stiffness in her body and the small headache pounding in her head. The day's classes had been long and tedious. As usual, she got the same stares and glares coming from all directions, either from the lustful eyes of her male peers or the piercing wishes of death from the girls. She wanted nothing more than to rip their eyes out with her bare hands, but that would be completely unlike the timid, composed Shan Cai they saw whisk pass them in the halls, without any acknowledgement to the attention she got. It would have been silly to throw away this built persona for something so trifling. Anonymity was something she had to maintain if things were to go smoothly.

She turned to her left and right, making sure she was the only one in the area, and in one graceful leap, jumped onto the ledge of the balcony. She balanced herself with her arms held out like wings, walking that solid straight line. A crumpled piece of paper at the end was ungraciously kicked over the ledge. Her eyes watched the piece of trash float through the air, descending at an increasing speed before hitting an innocent passerby in the head. The man jerked his head upwards, ready to spout profanities at the object thrown at him, but changed his mind quickly when he saw her apologetic smile. In turn, he waved his hand, dismissing the accident and continued walking along.

A pretty face lets you get away with anything, she murmured to herself.

I wouldn't say that's always true, a masculine voice answered from behind her.

She kept her eyes straight, and spun on her heel to retrace her straight path once more, ignoring him. Why not? Have you seen the people in this school? The girls go under the knife like it's a trip to get their nails done. A new nose here or slightly larger breasts, and they've upped their way in the hierarchy. That guy who wouldn't give her a second glance yesterday is at her feet the next. She stared down at the spiraling height below her, and closed her eyes, being a bit more risky in her walk. I would prefer if we could all walk the world in blindness.

Aren't you afraid to fall?

Her head turned towards the direction of his voice, yet her eyes remained shut. Slowly, they opened, revealing the dark, brown depths hidden beneath her fluttering eyelashes. A sardonic smirk crossed her lips. So, what have I done to ever have the honor of Hua Ze Lei's presence bestowed upon me? If I were to believe the rumors, you don't ever speak to any of the lowly peons. I'm quite surprised I'm not fainting at your feet, at the shock of you speaking to me.

Lei stepped forward form the doorway, and fell onto the ground pressing his back up against the wall of the ledge. His left knee was brought up to his chest while the other lay straight in front of his body. Hidden under the veil of his bangs, he peeked upwards towards the sky, savoring the darkness of the shadows he resided in. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its rays over him and hitting the wall in front of him. He returned the favor of her sarcasm with his own monotone euphemisms. People shouldn't waste their words unless it is the truth.

That's some thought to take into consideration, she retorted. Although I should assume myself to be one of the few persons worth your time to strike polite conversation with, considering this is already our second private chat. If we keep meeting like this, it might lead to, dare I say it, a relationship of sorts. It would be scandalous.

We wouldn't want that now would we.

Of course not. Shan Cai lowered herself onto the ground, and walked over to the side, where she had tossed her book bag earlier. Her hands moved to tie up her long, raven- black hair with a ribbon from her pocket. As her fingers scooped up the long locks, the bare skin of her neck was slowly exposed, revealing an intricate ink design on the pale flesh.

Did it hurt? he asked. Lei quickly noted the tattoo on her neck, trying to remember if that girl had one on hers too. From what he could remember, she didn't have one. However, much could change over the years.

She glanced backwards at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Did what hurt?

The tattoo.

At first it does, but after awhile, the pain just becomes a part of you. Once it starts, you know you can't stop it. You just let go of everything.

He nodded his head, accepting her answer, while pondering the double meaning behind the simple response. How long have you had it?

Are we playing twenty questions now? Am I a rock, mineral, or vegetable? she laughed. She shrugged her shoulders, ignoring his random questions. I got it a few years ago. I was young and stupid, wanting to piss my parents off. When you're fifteen years old you don't think much about the consequences. Now, I'll have to live with this forever. She turned around and held up her hand, displaying the impression of a flower sketched on the back of her hand, running from the base of her thumb to her wrist. She then reached to the back of her neck, tracing the space where the carving of a star had been made. I got the second one after my parents died. What better way to relieve some emotional pain than with some physical pain? Only drawback is once it's done, all the other pain comes flooding back.

He silently thought over her explanation, finding some sort of connection in her pain. He completely understood the scars that were etched into one's own heart, never fully healing, only momentarily having the pain dulled.

I don't think this is very fair, she quirked a lopsided smile.

What isn't?

I tell you some of my secrets, and I know none of yours.

I never assumed that tattoos on your body constituted as a secret, considering you voluntarily show them off.

I'll remember that the next time we speak, she scoffed in disdain. I see how it is. She stepped forward, and squatted on the floor, leaning her face into a very close proximity to his. Her voice carried in a barely audible whisper to his ears. I can see your heart has many secrets just like mine. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.

Her warm breath, and the teasing low tone in her awakened him from his normal haze. His eyes widened, slightly shocked by her brazenness, but at the same time, something about what she said didn't make it come out as some trifling flirtation as the way it would have sounded from most women. There was a twinge of seriousness in her tone, and the solemn look in her face that spoke of her sincerity. I have no secrets.

She stood up and looked blankly up at the sky, focusing her gaze on a passing airplane overhead. I don't believe you. We all have secrets.

Shan Cai walked out of the door, exiting the balcony, and leaving Lei behind once again.

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What do you want to do tonight?' Mei Zuo sighed as they strolled down the long set of stone steps. He tossed his hair back, preventing the long locks from disturbing his view.

I don't know, Ximen listlessly replied, equally bored by the ungodly sunny day.





Did that last night.

Oh yeah. An eerie pregnant pause followed the last statement. Ximen slowed his steps, and placed his hand on Mei Zuo's arm, stopping him. Why did you see her when we agreed not to?

I don't really know. Uncertainty was drenched in his normally smooth voice. I don't know why I asked her to go out in the first place. Why do you care so much anyway?

He jerked back his hand, and dug them into his pockets. I don't. I just don't think it's fair for you to do that to her. It's pretty fucked up to lead her on when you and I both know she couldn't be her.

His lips thinned into a straight line, and he glared at his childhood friend, slightly insulted by the accusations he was making. I don't treat girls like shit. That's your department. There's no hurt in having some fun. Not every night has to end in some half assed fuck. Oh wait, I bet you do like to do it in the ass.

Where the hell is this coming from? Pull that stick from your ass and just tell me what is bugging you.

I see that look you have in your eyes when you see her. I'm not going to let you screw her over like the rest. She doesn't deserve it.

That's a laugh, he snorted. You want her just to fulfill your sick little fantasy. Always the hero, huh? You think if you fuck her enough times, she'll be her. Do you think that by doing right this time you can make up for your mistakes? Your altruism only began after the accident. I know who you really are. You can't fucking save them all.

At least I tried to be a man and do something, unlike other people. Do you think they ever forgave you for what you did? There is as much blood on your hands as mine. Was it really worth it to forget a simple promise, all for a good fuck?

What the fuck did you say to me?!

Nothing, man. Forget it. I'm tired of all this shit, he grunted. Mei Zuo started to walk down the rest of the way, but was pulled back by an angered Ximen.

I heard what you said. What did you mean by that?! he growled.

The tension in the air was thick. They just stood there, staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Whoever did say something, would be the one blamed for the falling out to follow. Neither moved to say a word. So, they ended it the only way they could.

They walked away.

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As she walked out of the large building, a small, little domestic dispute between her two favorite playboys was raging.

Aw, it looks like the two are having a lovers' quarrel. I wonder what it could all be about?

She watched in avid interest, as the volatile atmosphere surrounding them only seemed to escalate. Neither wanted to really back down to whatever it was that they were fighting over. Shan Cai snorted at hearing the faint rise in their voices.

Probably arguing over whose dick is bigger.

When they had finished their little staring contest, she raised a finger, pointing from one to the other and moving in opposite directions.

Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Mo. Catch a tiger by its toe. My mother told me to pick this one, and you are not it. A childish giggle followed her wagering finger.

And the winner is Ximen.

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Ximen furiously dug his hands into his pockets, cursing at his best friend in his mind.

He doesn't know anything. He wasn't there that night. Even if I made it there in time, it wouldn't have made a difference.

He looked down at his own hands, studying the intricate lines weaving patterns on his palms. With his long slender fingers, and soft skin without a hint of ever having had to work with them, he flexed them into tight fists. His nails dug into the skin to the point where his knuckles turned white from the pressure.

Mei Zuo made it all sound so simple, like it was easy for me to move on after the accident. It wasn't really an accident, I suppose. At least, that is what the police put down on the report. I fucking suffered for years trying to move on. Blood. There will forever be blood on my hands.

a slightly apprehensive, but feminine voice called out from the distance.

He raised his head to look up at the woman looking back at him. All the pent up anger seemed to disappear with the small smile she offered. She was the image of pure good as opposed to his darkened mood.

What are you doing here, Shan Cai? he asked, trying to control the quivers in his voice.

She tilted her head to the side, studying him for a moment, and tugged on his arm. Is there something wrong?

Ximen stopped and turned around to see her hand on his arm. She had this look on her face, and the slight pressure on his arm reminded him so much of another time and place that he felt all the air being sucked out of him. Nothing, nothing at all, he shook his head while trying to rid himself of that hideously reminiscent image.

He wanted to heave out the contents of his stomach at the uncanny resemblance in her tone and stance.

Shan Cai withheld the knowing smirk that fought to smear across her lips. You don't look like nothing is wrong. Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

You know, it helps if you do. If you don't let it out, it's just going to fester inside until you become all fat and plump. Then you'll be so full that you'll explode. You ever see that movie, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? You'll blow up like a blueberry until you explode. The again, it's not quite the same. You didn't eat the gum that made her blow up like a balloon, but it is a rather good analogy. I should remember that one.

What the hell are you talking about? he laughed.

I don't know, but it got you laughing at least, she giggled.

You're really crazy, you know that?

Of course! What's the point of life without a little bit of craziness?

Are you bipolar or something?

Why do you ask?

You seem to switch moods so easily. One minute, you're trying to seduce me. The next thing I know, you're with Mei Zuo. Now, you're back here telling me about exploding blueberry girls. Which one is the real Shan Cai?

She wiggled a finger in his face. You'll have to wait and see. I am a woman of many faces and places. What you see isn't always what you get. You should know that one.

He ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep up with her verbal barrage. The earlier fight with Mei Zuo left his mind while in her good company. So, what do you see in Mei Zuo that's better than me?

Shan Cai tapped her finger against her bottom lip. Her eyes rolled upwards and she seemed to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet. Finally, she came out of her long thought process and folded her arms across her chest. Why would you think I liked Mei Zuo better than you? Perhaps I'm just using him to get to you.

Are you?

No, but didn't I just inflate your ego by a few notches, she laughed. Why would you think I like Mei Zuo?

Well, you two did go on a date.

What we did definitely wasn't a date. I would know for a fact if it were one. He was just showing me around the city like I asked him to. He's really a sweet guy, but completely not what I'm looking for.

Something like relief washed over him at her words. The small amount of guilt he felt for encroaching upon the Friends over girls policy was left in the dust.

That's good.

And why would that be? She stood up on her tiptoes to look him squarely in the eye.

Maybe because I've been wanting to do this.

He pounced on her without warning, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her forward. Her body was brought to him with great ease, and she fell upon him with her palms splayed out on his chest. She looked up at him with curiosity as to what he exactly intended to do, and she got her answer right away when his lips fell down on hers in a crushing kiss.

Like a good girl, Shan Cai fought back the urge to bite his tongue that decided to explore the inside of her mouth. She slowly closed her eyes and let her mind wander off to another place, with another person, anyone but him.

The ends justify the means.

And the seduction begins

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In a small little office building in the middle of the city, where those in the city hustled and bustled without a second thought to the inconspicuous structure, she walked up the long flight of stairs. The woman with curly honey-colored hair walked with an even stride to her destination. Dressed in a low cut blouse with a tight, black business suit, she resembled any other working woman working her way up the corporate ladder one fuck at a time. Her vision was dimmed under the fluorescent lighting with her dark sunglasses on, but she didn't mind much. She didn't really need to have 100% percent vision to take in her surroundings. In a way, it would be better if she remembered minimal things about the place. It wasn't exactly a place she enjoyed going to.

Her heels clicked against the floor with each step she took, announcing her impending arrival towards the slightly opened door. It didn't matter much if whoever in there knew she was coming. She was expected anyway.

Her lips curled into a devilish smile when she saw him sitting behind the desk, pretending to be a big man. Although, she knew him for the snake he really was.

Ya Men, she drawled through her red stained lips. She walked across the office and seated herself on the side of his desk, letting her short, leather skirt ride up her thighs, giving him an ample view. Her hand reached out and took the cigarette from his lips, and she took a deep huff, letting the rich, full taste invade her lungs. Have you been waiting long?

He smiled in return, already preparing for their little game. His hands slid across the mahogany wood of the table towards her leg. His fingers slid across the smooth white flesh ending near the edge of her skirt, toying with the edge before sliding further underneath. You know I'll always wait for my favorite toy.

The lit end of the cigarette was dashed out on the back of his offending hand, and he winced in pain before withdrawing it. The injured body part was brought up to his chest as he rubbed the tender burned flesh.

Naughty, naughty. You know the drill. Business before pleasure.

Of course, my darling girl. He unlocked one of the drawers on the side of the desk and pulled out a thick manila envelope. The contents were spilled out onto the table, revealing various pictures and written reports. All of the photographs were mainly focused on their targets and a certain young woman. From the photograph surveillance, it seems all is going according to plan.

Shan Cai peered over at the pictures, picking one up and staring intently down at it. It was a very recent one from that afternoon. From one perspective, it was a seemingly innocent picture of a young woman captured in a private moment: kissing a man. However, she knew the true intentions behind the woman's actions, since it was herself in it. As well as can be.

Our clients are very pleased with the results so far. His hand once again reached to touch her knee, but was slapped away.

They should be. This plan is infallible.

It's been years in the making to get this far. You shouldn't let your guard down for a moment. It would be a shame if your lust for revenge were to interfere with the mission.

You're mistaken, she snapped. This mission is all about revenge- mine and theirs. Did you get what I wanted?

I did, but I really must wonder why you insist upon making this your last job. You're one of my best. I've never seen anyone take to this so fast. It was like it was in your blood to do this. He pulled out a second folder, and shoved it to her.

Shan Cai took the folder eagerly and flipped through its contents, seeing the police reports, bank transaction printouts, the hospital security logs, and the bills. All of the answers to the questions she had been looking for were in her hand. Being fully satisfied with the new amount of information to add to her collection, she tucked it away into her purse.

That wasn't easy information to find. Whoever helped them knew what they were doing. There was some serious shit going down. They must have committed a few dozen felonies to cover up the crime, but I delivered what I promised. Now it's up to you to finish up the job. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

No, it's killing four birds with one stone.

Do you think you can really leave all this behind? He waved a hand at the room. His lips barely brushed the side of her neck as he rose from his seat to stand beside her. Both arms blocked her sides trapping her in the middle.

It's a job and nothing more. Once I get what I want, I won't be back here again. We had an agreement. Once I did what I was recruited for, I could leave, no strings attached.

You're right, he sighed. I wish I hadn't given you that option. I always hoped you would change your mind. After you've had a taste of blood, you can't help but thirst for it. Death becomes you. He toyed with a few strands of her hair, twirling them between his fingers and kissing the tips. He moved in closer, sucking on the delicate flesh of her neck, trailing soft lingering kisses. His hand fisted her hair, pulling the wig off of her head, allowing her long ebony locks to pool down to her waist.

As the good book says, Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed'.

She sighed and tossed her head back, giving in to him. Her body betrayed her by reacting to his ministrations, as his finger latched onto the buttons of her jacket, pulling them one by one. Her mind was left in a haze as he pulled the jacket off and bra, and tossed them to the side. Slowly, his hands slid up her skirt, and he wickedly grinned at the discovery of the lack of undergarments. A few of his digits plunged into her with no warning, and a low, guttural moan escaped from her lips. A slow, steady pace was built up as he stroked, pushed, and pulled in and out of her.

Always with your faith in God doing your acts of his will for justice. It's no wonder I've named you, my archangel.

Becoming quite impatient by his slow torture of his hands up her skirt, rubbing and tickling places that needed some immediate relief from the tension he was building, she shoved him violently back onto his chair. With little modesty, she went to work ripping his shirt open, letting the buttons fly through the air, scattering onto the ground. She yanked her own skirt up, bunching it at her waist. Her slender, delicate fingers pulled at his pants, undoing the belt and zipper with the skill of an expert. She grinned mischievously at the sight of his readiness for her.

What will you do without me? he asked. What would you do?

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she straddled him. She allowed her lithe body to hover over his erect manhood that seemed to twitch under the pressure of the proximity of her heated core. In teasingly slow patterns, she let him touch the very outside of her entrance, yet not giving him the satisfaction of the full access he desperately needed.

Two could play at that game.

Wet, hot kisses were trailed down his neck and chest. She listened to his soft, whimpering cries at the deprivation of sensation she was forcing upon him.

Don't be a fucking tease he growled. His hands, which had been tightly clawing at the arms of his chair reached up, and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her downward in one shallow thrust. His hips bucked upwards as he tried to start the fast pace his body desperately craved.

The sensation of him filling her nearly overpowered her senses. Her back arched at his sudden impaling, and instinctively she began to raise herself off of him, ready to begin the rhythm that he had so long ago introduced her to. He would always hold some place in her heart, or whatever that was left of it in all its corruption, as her teacher, her first lover. She could already see the signs of pleasure overtaking him in his facial expressions and the welling up of pride in his eyes, when he saw the look of shock turn to bliss from the movement of his hips urging her. His hands firmly grabbed onto her buttocks, easing her on and off of him, trying to take the strain off of her doing all the work.

It was a battle for dominance, with him trying to guide her up and down on him. While he forcibly tried to increase her pace, she writhed on top of him, increasing the friction of their joining while fighting his strength, controlling the pace herself. Her eyes narrowed at his pained expression, and the taste of victory was fresh in her mouth, watching him squirm beneath her, begging for what he needed.

She bent her head over his shoulder and whispered into his ear. You want me to ride you rough, don't you? Her voice remained high and girl-like, teasing him more so. I know what you want. You need me more than I need you now. It's been too long since the last time I fucked you raw. We could do this the slow way, softly, and halfway. Her body moved to her instructions. Or we could do this deep, hard, and fast. Quickly her pace sped up, along with the heavy pants coming out of him like a rising crescendo. Maybe I want to make you suffer a little. She stopped her movements and kissed him roughly on the mouth. Her inner walls clamped down on him, sucking all the strength out of him.

Oh god, he moaned. Don't do that!

He struggled for his control, forcing his body to not release before he was ready. After a few years with the woman, he was always amazed by her prowess. The student had surpassed the teacher a long time ago, and now she held control of their lessons. If he let go now, he would have to bear her taunting laughter at his lack of stamina and control. His pride would not let her win this round, but he wasn't so sure when it came to the next few rounds he was positive they would go on to. If she was pleased with his performance, they could go on for hours. Trying to increase the stakes, his face moved forward to take one of her rosy, hardened nipples into his mouth. He sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue over her mound, worshiping the soft flesh pressed against his mouth before moving to the next one. When she began to pant a bit more heavily, he chalked up another point on his side towards driving her to the edge.

The game was afoot.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her body as she worked herself atop of him. Her nails dug into his back, and she moved on him to touch the places she knew to get the most pleasure out of their exchange. She would bring him so very close to the edge, yet not far enough to reach that blissful climax. And do you know what I would do without you? she panted into his ear.

he grunted in reply as his head fell back and his eyes shut tightly.

She lifted herself completely off of him, and grabbed his face, forcing him to open his eyes and stare directly into hers. I'd fuck someone else, she venomously spat, as she drove herself down hard, causing the chair to shudder beneath their combined weight.

For the next few minutes, all that could be heard from the room was their deep, heavy groans, pants, and sobs as she drove herself into a white-hot oblivion. She allowed herself to feel for that brief moment, to have some of the pent up frustration and anger released through her sexual drive. It didn't matter to her who she was with. She had long ago learnt to not care about the face or the body beneath hers. She could care less when he moaned her name, whispering the many naughty things running through his mind about what she was doing to him in praise. She cared even less about the way he howled her name as he came, or about the way she mechanically arched her back and threw her head back when she felt the smoldering warm liquid shoot out of him, filling her.

When their breathing evened and she had felt him go soft within her, she pushed off of his lap and set her feet back down upon the ground. She smoothed her skirt back down, covering herself. Her blouse, bra, and wig were picked up off the ground and she carried them with her into the bathroom adjoining the office. After a few minutes, she re-emerged, completely cleaned up and lacking any hint of the wild throes of passion they had just committed. She readjusted the pins of her wig, trying to straighten it out, and reached for her jacket, slipping her arms through it as if she were just getting dressed in the morning in her bedroom instead of her employer's office.

Are you leaving so soon? he asked as he zipped his pants up and buckled his belt. The hint of disappointment was evident in his voice.

She stopped her grooming, and turned to look at him with complete indifference. I have work to do.

I remember a time when you used to want to play with me for hours before getting to work, he chuckled.

Her head snapped to attention, and a cruel smile fell upon her lips. Maybe I grew up or rather, I found someone else better to play with.

You wouldn't dare! he hissed, standing up and grabbing her around the waist. He pressed his body flush against her backside, showing her just how serious he was. Maybe I won't let my favorite toy go.

And if I run away.

I'll get you back.

She felt the aura of raging anger fill her at his arrogance. She spun around, and reached her hand into her bag, pulling out her gun. The barrel was directed down at his lower regions. If you come after me, you fucking bastard, I'll kill you.

He sighed, and released her from his grasp. I know you would, he regretfully replied.

Shan Cai grabbed her purse and deposited the pistol back into the fashionable accessory. As if nothing had transpired, she innocently smiled. I'll see you next time, then.

Of course.

It was a pleasure seeing you again, Ya Men. I expect the further information I will be needing will be sent to my home.

As you wish, or I could personally deliver them.

No, I will not be needing any more of your services.

She inwardly laughed at the look of dejection coming from the man who had taken away her innocence all those years ago. Never ever did she think she would be the one to control him and not vice versa.

I have four new toys to play with now.

I pity those who become your enemies, but I would also watch out for new ones. Don't become too lax on your duties. Beware whom you choose to become your allies, your friends. You must choose the right friends in this game.

It's not choosing the right friends, it's choosing the right enemies that matters.








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A/N: Didn't see that coming now, did ya? I'm going to continue laughing maniacally in my own little corner of my own little room where I think all my sadistically twisted thoughts.