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Cigarette Girl

Pair: Rindou x Reader

Warning: Mature Content, Adult Language and Adultery and Toxic Dialogue. If you’re under 18, I’m sorry, you can’t read this

Author’s Note: Rindou and Reader are going to meet soon. While I'm writing the story, I'm currently watching The Glory again, but this time I used it as a background noise. XD What K-Dramas do you guys watch? (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter 2: The Last Resort

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In the café, you called your friend and meet up. Your friend, Mizuki, is attentive enough to give your side of the story. How your mother became twice as sick, how you recently got fired from your shitty job, and how your brother often drinks and comes at the house in the dead of night. Everything is the same, but to you, it felt worse and worse as time goes by.

You want your situation to be heard by someone.

Located at the back of café, you held your quivering sobs that was trying to unleash from your system. You've been trying to pull it together. Crying wasn't an option sometimes, as much as you wanted it to be good as you desire to vent, to confide, and to rely on someone.

Mizuki nodded and took note on every single thing you recalled. It went easy, at first, but talking about personal matters, on the other hand, was brutal. You're unsure if Mizuki is going to blackmail you, too, just like everyone else.

Mizuki grabbed the fresh napkins from the table and gave it to you for you to calm your senses. It's easy to weep, but to weep and confide is another. You don't want to unveil, stripped as if naked.

Shame is already written on your face, you just couldn't do it anymore.

"I hate to see you like this," Mizuki said with a sad pout.

"Sorry, it's been hard for me. I don't know what to do with myself. With me getting fired, I couldn't help my mother. Not even myself. I just want to take a shortcut for once."

"Stealing money isn't a good thing," your friend said, sipping her blueberry milkshake.

Stuffing your runny nose, your back slumped against the chair frame. "I know. I'm just getting desperate at the moment."

"With your pretty face, you can never go wrong," Mizuki replied, this time she's smiling with optimism.

You were taken aback. "What are you saying?”

Mizuki leaned forward as she propped her shoulders. "I'm saying that any man will fall onto your feet."

Your head titled with confusion. "I'm still lost."

Mizuki excited posture slumped with a soft grunt. "There's this app where you can get a lot of money from. It's easy--a good shortcut."

"If it's a game app, it's all but a scam," you shot back, gulping the whole milkshake before ordering another refill and another pack of burger and fries. You barely ate, not at work, not at the house--every option you see is what you get--so limited, so unfair for the most part. You've been burnt out, and your chances of redemption in life is obsolete like a cigarette.

A cigarette girl is what you are.

You've been stumped by everyone's feet. Burnt after being used. Everyone is a lighter, still continue on burning every last inch of you, as you found yourself gone and evaporated, becoming as a filter tip. They throw you as if you’re nothing.

"What is it, then?" you asked.

"It's a website where you get to meet someone and they'll pay you with a high salary."

Your eyes squinted. "What kind of job?'

"My friend swore by this. Because she met someone--at work--she gets access to medical and travel expenses."

"What website?"

"It's a website for meeting--It's a Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby app. Where you meet rich men to pay your trouble away." Mizuki dipped her head in her hands with shame. "This website is called Inferno Paradise. You can download this on your phone."

Seeing her new phone, you went to check yours--an outdated version of flip phone while hers is a smartphone with a large screen.

I'll go check it on the laptop, you thought to yourself.

Dismay, you said, "I can't do that. Your may friend may be grateful, but I have pride to protect. I don't want to ask anyone, not even men to do that. I just want a stable job to pay off debt."

Your eyes lowered onto a refilled drink and meal. "It's not...the same..."

"Right now, you're at the dead end. Aside the problems had been going on in your life, you're still young. Having fun isn't much of a problem. By doing this, you're helping your mom, as well. I don't mean in a sense of blackmail. I meant that you deserve after all the shit you've been through ever since we graduated from high school. When people found out about you, everyone turned away from you. Your opportunity is here and now. And once your mom recovered, you want to show her that you can move on in life with someone good and kind and loving man. She'll be part of your life still; she wants you to be happy and not suffer through this alone. Think about it, okay? Maybe she’ll play with her grandchildren—you and your future special one will have a nice family with three dogs and a cat.”

"What if I agree to this? What if I refuse? You're not going to help me after this offer, right?"

"I'm going to respect your decision still. If you agree to this, great! We'll find you a perfect outfit and give you a little makeover to set a profile picture on the website. I know your phone is old, and I was about to sell my old one, but," Mizuki got out her old phone out, and passed it to you. "You can have this--free of charge. We can stop by the phone store and transfer everything from your old one, and it comes with a new SIM card and everything. If you refuse to take the offer on a Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby website, that's fine, too, I'll try to contact one of my cousins about availability for the job he's in right now. Maybe one of my cousin's friends, too, just in case."

"What about my mom? I don't want to get worry while I'm gone finding a job."

"I'll contact someone who can offer her to stay somewhere safe. I'll even send some people to pack her things and your things. There's a nearby place where she can stay. At my grandmother's place. My aunt lives there, too, since no one's looking out for my grandmother, but I'm sure they'll make extra room for her."

"Thank you," you replied, smiling in tearful joy.

"Come on," she said, ordering a take out for the food you hadn't ate; you decided to give it to your mom since she lacked strength. "Let's prepare everything. You won't regret this, I know it."

Your friend paid the bill for the food and took you outside the cafe.

"Let's see, you need a good dress that matched your looks, and you need an upgrade on cosmetics and skincare. Since you have long, black hair and a good complexion, I know what colors to match you with; I can already see it in my head. With much improvement, you'll catch someone's eye. You might be surprised on what they have in store for you.”

You chuckled, already excited with the next step, coaxing Mizuki’s advice.

*~~*~~*

Rindou didn't get enough sleep from the night before. Everything he came cross was tedious. He didn't to deal with traitors who are trying escape from the organization, so kidnapping them was the quickest way to transfer them to Sanzu and Mikey, who are more capable of dealing by the likes of nuisance and shenanigangs.

At their hideout, where Sanzu and Mikey made a final call for the traitors, he couldn't bear to hear their screams anymore. But hearing girls's screams is also added a fuel to the flame. But a pleasure cries can only ease him, even when he doesn't want his life to be all about women; his nightclub and his reputation as a DJ can make his life happier, to provide service is enough.

So why keep company?

Bonten made it easy to change girls like how they change wardrobe with designer suits and luxury like a Hollywood movie star. Everything they've worked for, they can feed and overwrite their problems with everything that comes with wealth.

He needed an eight-hour sleep and good food to eat once he wakes up--a good recovery from a night's hell.

But the night's hell didn't end there.

There she was, Aoi Tanaka, with hands on her hips, pissed off.

"Where the fuck have you been?" her overpriced shoes tapped furiously onto the floor of his penthouse.

"Fucking work," he said, sluggish. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"Do you know how long we haven't been spending time together?"

Rindou just wanted to plug his ears. He can't stand her talk--her yells--anymore.

"I'm worried sick about you. You're always running off elsewhere, you're always saying you're busy, but what are you so busy about, huh?"

"Gee, Mom, I don't know." His body collapsed on the couch. "If you want to play as my parent, go for it. Besides, I never like having parents. Not that I have one, but I heard they can be a real pain when making a little mistake.”

"Fucking bastard," she screeched, flounced towards him. "All I wanted was for us to hang out together, as a couple."

Then he laughed. "You mean, "I want to buy more shit from you"? Thanks, I'm out of budget. Let me go to sleep."

A cold glass of wine splashed at him.

At once, he stood up and gawked at Aoi with a clenched hand around the glass.

"Bitch!" he said, clenching the hem of her outfit. "Do you know how much this suit cost?"

"I don't give a shit," she said, smirking. “You’re rich. Quit your bitching and let’s go. Stop making stupid excuses and do what I asked you to. And stop trying to ghost me!”

Now she’s pushing it. He’s going to give her hell, just as he promised after he had a discussion with Ran. Fight fire with fire.

He tsked, averting his eyes away for a second. "Fucking slut, always arrogant like you know everything about yourself just because I showered you with shitty gifts with shitty designs. Just because I gave you a small amount of recognition you're so damn proud of."

"If you're planning on breaking up with me," she began, "don't bother. I have ways to expose you if you don't do as I say."

He scoffed at her statement. "Since when we are a couple? The more you talk, the more you sound like a slithering rat."

Her smile faded. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, cunt," he fired back. "You know nothing about me." He shoved her back and she fell. Unbothered by her cries, he grabbed the pair of designer shoes and bag. As for her bag, he exchanged it with her old, worn out bag--the one she first met him--and tossed all her things inside, except her phone. Expensive gifts he gave her, He took it with him. "Blackmailing me isn't an option. No matter what you say or do, It won't affect me. Besides, I never find you interesting. Your cunt fucking sucks and you do look like a sewer rat. Like the rest of the girls, you guys act like all innocent, then act big time hotshots when I gave you my time, but in the end, you're all nothing but spoiled goods. I suggest you fuck off. Call the cops on me, you will be sorry."

Aoi stood up in frantic motion, breathing heavily.

He scoffed again. "We haven't even started and you're already panting like a bitch. You don't deserve to live in a life of luxury. You don't have what it takes to earn the right of acting like a spoiled brat. You're getting old, you should marry someone who will care for your needs."

"Fuck you, Haitani," she seethed.

His laughter grew louder. "Just because you didn't get your way, doesn't mean you're going to play like a victim. I know tons of girls like you. This is my life, my world, and I do as I wish. You aren't a lady, you're just a little girl playing dress up in a lady's clothes." Swiftly, he snapped his fingers.

"You won't get away this," she said as soon as the bodyguards entered.

“You’re already reciting the old Hollywood line.” He grinned at her threat. "We'll see on what’s going to happen to you.”

He took a phone call, and made a final call on the decision, as for her not knowing what was going on. Not mentioning Sanzu’s name on the phone conversation, Rindou is speaking to Sanzu now, telling him the code to dispose Aoi.

He hung up the phone conversation.

"Try to invade my life again, you're going to wish you've never been born.” He faced his personal bodyguards. “Make sure you grab her old clothes in the room and tell the maids to change her in it. Those designer clothes doesn't look good on her. Her looks are about to expire from all the powerful screaming she gave me.” Then he faced Aoi. “Your wrinkles are starting show, Miss Tanaka. Better have collagen fast. Your line of suitors won’t be there for much long.”

Aoi was dragged away before her fist was close to struck Rindou.

The guards he hired at the club he established, escorted her out. He couldn't stand her rattling screams; he plugged his ears in by tuning with jazz music on a 100 inch television with booming speakers, blocking Aoi’s pleas. Humming, Rindou texted Kokonoi, telling him to remove traces regarding to him and Aoi on the phone he took from her.

Hopefully, he’ll pick a better girl next time. This time, he’ll be safe than sorry.

Once he rested his body over the cushioned bed, after taking off his wet-stained suit and left with his boxers, he dreamt nothing more than a clear, vivid glimpse of his past.

One which he can remember, more than just a clear memory or the subtleties ties to what he became today.

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1doll-4u · 4 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐁��𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: everyone x fem! reader (basically)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,581

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst, fluff

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you download an otome game called, ‘paradox’ and become addicted to the game. the longer you play, the more you realize that the game isn’t as normal as it seems.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, violence, gore, sexual situations/smut (not in this chapter), possible triggers, horrible writing, underage sex, rape/non-con, character deaths, sexual content, age differences, etc.

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + this is short but the chapters will get longer as you continue to read, don’t worry ~

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: i’ll be making a tag list for anyone who wants to be updated/notified of when i post! please comment or send an ask if you would like to be tagged!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐊𝐄𝐘:

[ ✉️ ] - in game (chat requests)

[ 💌 ] - in game (narration)

[ 📨 ] - status notification

[ 🕊 ] - in game texts

[ ⌛️ ] - hourglass (more) — [ ⏳ ] - hourglass (less)

[ 🔮 ] - magic (given)

[ 🥀 ] - curse (given)

[ 🌺 ] - gift (given)

[ 💕 ] - like — [ 💞 ] - love

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓

"you need to download the app, pleaseee, i need to talk about these hot boys with someone," your friend pleaded through the phone.

you sigh in defeat, finally giving in. she has been bugging you to download some otome game called, 'paradox' for the past few days.

"fine, but if it's horrible and the guys are ugly i'll delete it."

"it isn't horrible i promise, and the guys are realllyyy cute in the game."

"i'll text you after i play it, okay?"

"you better."

you end the call and open the app store, looking up the app. you find the app pretty quickly because of it's stark differences from the other otome games.

the icon is a plain white clock with a black background and the preview pictures didn't even show any of the love interests. the pictures are just screenshots of some chats and strange quotes with clocks on them.

no wonder only forty people have played it.

currently it's 3 AM for you but you don't care for sleep. besides, talking to (hopefully) hot fictional guys does sound appealing.

once the app finishes downloading you tap on the icon to open it. a notification pops up and tells you that you have to update the app first.

isn't the update supposed to go along with downloading it? stupid phone.

you go back to the app store and press update. within a few seconds the app is updated and you open it.

your screen turns black for a second before fading out to reveal a boy with green hair, eyes, and a pale complexion.

꒰ 💌 ꒱

"do you have any pictures of you as a baby?" the green haired boy asks while scanning your room again only to find no pictures of little you.

"i think they are in the attic, i'm not sure.." you answer, not paying much mind to him as you continue to play on your phone.

the boy lets out a huff and jumps on you, crushing you with his body weight. "i want to see them, let's go to the attic and find them," he insists.

"fine! just get off of me first," you exclaim, roughly pushing off the boy who is two times your size. the freckled boy gets off of you quickly, he was practically bouncing from excitement. you weren't sure what he was so excited about. both of you were just going to find your baby pictures.

once you stood up your friend was pulling you out of the door and urging you to lead you both to the attic. you never understood how he could be so energetic all the time.

"izuku, can you pull the string? i can't reach it."

the boy does so without objection. a short staircase appears before the two of you when pulling the string. you enter first with izuku following after.

"you can check those boxes on the right while i check the boxes on the left," you suggest. he nods and begins searching.

"i really hope we find them, i want to see some cute baby pictures of you," izuku admits, feverishly looking through each box.

you ignore him and the warmth spreading across your cheeks. izuku has always said sweet things to you but you still haven't gotten use to it.

you push the box you looked through away to get to another box when something catches your eye. the wall in front of you has a faint outline of a..door? it was quite small.

you touch the outline of it with the tip of your fingers, rubbing off the dust that was hiding it. your parents never told you that there was a secret room in the house. did they even know that there was one?

"izuku, i found something." you couldn't look away from the door for some reason. it had this sort of pull to it. your hands were itching to open it.

"did you find the pictures?" izuku walks toward your sitting figure, hope brightening his eyes.

"no..but i found this secret door. let's try to open it," you look for any sort of knob or handle only to find none. there is a faint outline of a keyhole though, it was covered with wallpaper.

"i really wanted to see those pictures but they can wait..how should we open it?" izuku takes a seat next to you and scoots closer to the door to examine it. "ow!"

"what's wrong?"

"this loose nail just snipped me," izuku points at the loose nail and board in front of him. there was a small glint of something underneath the loose board.

you pull the old board off to find a aged key underneath it. "wow- you unintentionally found it without even trying."

you turned your attention back on the small outline of the door and scratch away at the wallpaper with the key until it fully went in. it was difficult turning the key but with some help from izuku you both managed to do it. an audible click sounds and the small door opens outward.

inside is complete darkness. you are hesitant to peak your head in because you are afraid of some sort of insect jumping on you.

"can you find us a flashlight? i don't think it's a good idea for us to go in without one.." you explain. one part of you didn't want to go in and the other did.

you felt both excited and scared of what could possibly be discovered. izuku hands you a flashlight after a few short minutes of searching and you click it on, slowly entering the little room first on all fours. izuku follows you without hesitation.

"i'm surprised it isn't dusty in here and infested with insects by now," you said, continuing onward with a little more energy than before now that you don't have to worry about possibly getting attacked by spiders.

it felt like the room or more like tunnel was never ending. the walls being a pitch black didn't help that thought. after what felt like twenty minutes of endless crawling, you notice light peeking out from another door a few meters from you.

you quickly crawl to it and push as hard as you could. the door finally caving in when the both of you pushed your weight on it.

izuku falls out of the door and tumbled onto the ground ungracefully with you. the both of you stood up, stretching your limbs and dusting off your clothes.

"how did we get here?" taking in your surroundings you knew immediately that you both aren't at your house. the room the two of you are in is lavished in decorative furniture. the walls are a creamy white and the furniture has a complimenting black and white color scheme. it looks like something out of a fairy tail.

"this is weird," izuku looks around, equally confused. how did you get here? how could that small door connect to this room?

you noticed the room had another door. the room didn't look like it was just one room. you open the door a few inches wide and take a peek outside. you couldn't believe it.

outside of the door, was a wide hallway with many other doors aligning the walls. everything just as decorative as the room.

"this can't be real!" you open the door wide and leave the room, izuku following. "this doesn't make sense.."

the two of you marvel at your new surroundings, it was like you both got sucked into a fantasy book.

you were so immersed in your surroundings that you didn't even hear a pair of foot steps approaching.

a body crashes into yours causing you to fall harshly on your back.

"i-i'm so sorry! please forgive me..(l/n)? oh this is bad- i'm truly sorry!" a blue haired boy with long droopy bunny ears apologizes profusely. he extends a hand out for you and you take it hesitantly.

his whole appearance is quite unique. rich dark blue hair, pale skin (though it's crimson now, most likely from embarrassment), long bunny ears that are a shade darker than his hair, and troubled indigo eyes. wait, how did he know my name?

wait, how did he know your name? you never entered your name in the game..unless it synced with your Apple ID..

꒰ 💌 ꒱

"it's okay, really.." you didn't really know what else to say. the poor bunny boy looks like he's going to break down and cry any moment. it oddly makes you feel sympathetic for him.

the strange boy's eyes look you up and down, seemingly checking if you are injured in anyway. it is pretty endearing.

"i'm sorry again i, uh i..." bunny boy averts his eyes to his watch and jolts up, tapping his foot nervously, "oh no, i'm late! the prince is going to be really mad..we should go now, please follow me."

without looking back, bunny boy starts to walk away. prince? could they just be some weird cosplayers? sense bunny boy could give you more answers you follow him with izuku.

"i don't know if we should trust him.." izuku whispers to you before giving bunny boy a quick glance.

what will you say?

‣ "he doesn't seem harmful.."

‣ "yeah, you're right..but he seems to know what's going on."

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: n/a

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