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Blood Payment
0 ReviewsIt's not over yet. In fact, Rieko's death was just the apptitzer to this case. Lemon in the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Blood Payment:
Last night. Amaya and Shichiro lied in bed in a naked, passionate embrace. Shichiro leaned in and nibbled on his wife’s ear.
“Hiroshi says that Miyuki is becoming a liability. What should I do?”
Amaya rolled over to her husband. “Who’s Miyuki again?”
“The receptionist at KPC.”
“Ah.” She kissed him on the throat. “Forget the receptionist. Kill Miyazaki.”
He gave her an odd look. “What?”
“He served his purpose. Plus, he’s gotten too cocky and careless. And he tried to grab my ass once.”
He smiled at his wife. “Whatever you want.” He chuckled a bit. She looked up at him.
“What?” He chuckled as he held her to his warm body.
“Funny. You would usually want me to kill the women involved.”
“So?”
“Why spare Miyuki?”
She playfully nipped him on the chest.
“Ow.”
She looked up with a smile. “I’m not worried with her. She’s not attracted to you.”
“Aw.”
She nibbled on his chest again. “You’re mine!”
He chuckled. “Yes I am.”
She lifted her head, smiling. “I could say the same thing about you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Huh?”
She cuddled close to him. “You usually protest to a kill.”
He shrugged and ran his fingers along her spine. “Yes. And?”
She kissed him on the chest. “Why so agreeable on this one?”
He knelt down and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. He softly moved his lips to her hot ear. She giggled in a murmured.
“That tickles!”
He breathed on her ear for a moment. “He’s an appetizer for the biggest present I will have for you later.”
Her eyes lit up like a giant Christmas tree. “A present? What is it?”
He licked on her ear. “You’ll see pm the right day.”
“Aww, can’t I at least get a hint?”
He gave her a devilish smirk. “I’ll show you what it’ll feel like!” He climbed on top of her and pinned her by her shoulders.
She smiled in a tasty way. “Ooo!”
He smirked as he pushed apart her slender legs and slid inside. Neither one got any sleep that night.
Skip to the day Miyazaki got fired. The disgraced doctor was packing up his office. Everyone knew his little secret. Miyuki hated him now. Heck, everyone gave him a cold look. Did Miyazaki show his shame? He just stuck up his nose and kept walking.
“/I hated this place anyway!/” he thought as he shoved away his pictures into a box. The man made plans while packing up. He called a friend after he got into the Kyoto Psychology Center parking lot.
“Hello?” he asked. “Ah, Ichigo. It’s me. I have a favor to ask of you.” The plans evolved from there. Miyazaki was going to stay with his friend, Ichigo, in Osaka until he got back on his feet. What did these losers care? His life was over. In more ways than one.
A knock came on Miyazaki’s door. He snorted aloud.
“What do you want?” he snapped. The door twisted open. The disgraced doctor’s moon changed.
“Oh professor, what are you doing here?” he greeted. Shichiro looked around in stoic silence.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Oh,” Miyazaki replied. “They found out and fired me.”
“I see,” the professor replied. “About that, I need one more thing from you.”
The disgraced doctor raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean? What is it?”
Shichiro didn’t answer. He turned to the pawn with the hungry look of the devil.
“Professor?” Miyazaki asked as the man slowly walked closer to him. “PROFESSOR?!?”
Moments later, the secretary came down the hall to offer some help to Miyazaki with the packing. Along the way, she noticed Shichiro rushing past her. The secretary paused and turned. Shichiro vanished out the door. The woman squinted for a better look.
“/That’s Professor Kimoto,/” she thought. “/What is he doing here and… is he hurt?/” His bloody hand disappeared with him outside. Confused, the secretary walked on to Miyazaki’s office. Her curiosity was heightened at the sight of door wide open. The woman peeked into the silent office.
“Dr. Miyazaki!” she called. “Do you need any help? Hello?” Her eyes trailed down to the sand white carpet below her.
The whole build was drowned in her horrified screams.