Chapter 3: Take Your Clothes Off

(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sex scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

A crimson scar extended from his left chest to his right waist. Emerald intended to reach for his belt with shaking hands as she suddenly felt her hands grasped by his strong hand and her chin pinched by his gritty fingers.

"My lord…" She panicked. Her chin was sharp and thin from running the past half-year. It seemed even smaller in his hand.

His tan and handsome face was so close to her that she felt overpowered. Then, he suddenly let her go as he walked to the sofa opposite the big bed.

She stood still, having no idea what to do.

He leaned back on the sofa with one hand on the armrest and the other lighting up a cigarette. He seemed sluggish through the smoke that was rolling up as he ordered. "Go to bed."

Emerald's heart was beating faster than ever before. Finally, she sat back to the edge of the bed.

"Take your clothes off."

Emerald's mind immediately got blank. She had imagined the process to be slow instead of such humiliating foreplay. She calmed herself down as much as possible and unbuttoned her bathrobe with shaking hands.

She sat discreetly on the edge of the bed, curling herself slightly up, looking down. She knew that he was staring at her, but she couldn't help but cross her hands and cover her private part.

He watched her for several minutes until he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"I can't see clearly," he said calmly.

Emerald felt her blood rushing through her body to her face as she turned ice-cold.

The room was silent for a while, and it was as if she could hear a sharp voice mocking her in her mind---Emerald, can you be more reprehensible?

She slowly laid down on the bed, with nothing but the beautiful yet dull silver-gray ceiling over her.

She spread her legs open to expose her private parts, slightly touching herself with shaking hands. Then, opening her labia, exposing the most sensitive, fragile part of her body to the cold air, her whole body started to tremble. Although she couldn't see his face, she could feel his eyes looking carefully at every inch of her body.

Silence, nothing but horrible silence.

After she remained in this humiliating pose for a while, he came closer to her.

"Bodycheck." He said simply.

She was shocked to see his handsome face so close above her thighs, with his black eyes staring at her...suddenly she felt a sharp pain entering her as his finger penetrated her.

Her eyes wide open, he somehow seemed to be pleased by her naive reaction. He smiled coldly as he rubbed his fingers inside her, searching for her G-spot.

In a low yet deep voice, he asked. "Have you never been with a man?"

Motionlessly, she answered. "It's my first time. Are you satisfied?"

He remained silent, shoving another finger, then another in her body... The pain made her gasp heavily, but he didn't care. He grasped her hands and threw them above her head.

She watched him bend over to her chest.

She felt a strong smell of alcohol covering her body. Under his black fluffy and short hair, his face was close against her alabaster breasts. He started to bite her nipples slightly, making her feel numb from her toes to her head.

With double stimulations, Emerald's pale face blushed. She bit her lower lip and clenched her teeth to not moan out of pleasure.

The thrill became stronger and stronger until she couldn't control herself. Then, a splash of water-like liquid turning thicker and thicker suddenly released from the deepest part of her body as she reached her first orgasm.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and let go of her nipple, standing up immediately.

She curled up on the bed and looked at him with questioning eyes.

He grabbed a napkin from the nightstand and wiped his fingers carefully. Emerald was shocked when she saw his expressionless face.

There was no sign of desire.

Neither his cold face nor his tranquil eyes had changed at all from her silent orgasm. Instead, she felt like his soul was watching emotionless as his fingers invaded her body.

Body check-up. He really had meant a body check-up, nothing else. She felt as degraded as a kitten or puppy in his eyes. She had been so naïve to believe the "body check" had been anything else and had given into his touch and collapsed in pleasure under him.

"What is the result?"

She asked as he stepped out of the room. "So... what's the result of the body check-up?"

He silently paused for a while, then slammed the door behind him.

Emerald sat in the brightly lighted room, staring at the closed door. Tears rolled down her face in silence. She looked up at the clear moon through the luxuriant window with a dismal smile at the corners of her mouth.

After that night, Emerald's days became uncertain, and her future was unpredictable. She had found out his identity even though she had not seen him again. His name was Kenzo, and he was the security director of Hope City, a man of great reputation, which made him even more frightening.

She had traded him with her body for her life. He had performed a body check-up but hadn't slept with her. She wasn't vain enough to think he would let her go or take her to be his woman due to their trading agreement.

So, what was his intention for her? She wasn't the only one asking those questions and looking for answers as to what his intention was for her future.

Five days after, while driving home in their limousine, his assistant, McAdams, who was sitting in the front row, asked, "Boss, what's so special about this Ms. Wilson. It's the first time you keep a woman around."

Indifferently, Kenzo took a cigarette and lit it up. After a few wisps of smoke curled from his mouth, he responded with his cold voice, "Junior army officer Henry Group is coming back to Hope City."

Pausing for a second, McAdams replied, "I heard that he loves clean and pretty boys and girls."

"She can be traded for a low price," Kenzo responded.