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“That was likely the worse party I think you’ve ever hosted,” Minji commented as the last of the guests had left. Her hand remained on the railing as she ruminated on the events of the evening.

Albert was quite the host, as so many odd people of wealth are, holding these supposed lavish events and inviting people in that he’d rather have dead. It was to uphold appearance as well as a sadistic pleasure to him, as the tension between him and a crowd of people he’d rather snipe dead was a sensation that brought joy to him.

Minji had seen his smile as it happened. It was sickening watching his two faced banter. She adjusted the fur coat she adorned her shoulders with, Minji’s eyes shifting to Albert.

“Why do you say that, Ms. Matsuno?” His hands met hers, pressing atop them gently on the wooden railing. She took a small inhale, embracing the slight scent of expensive whiskey on Albert’s collar.

She could just sense his smile on his lips by the way his voice lilted around her name.

“Well, you weren’t as subtle about your intent to be irritating, darling.”

“It seems to have made you frustrated,” Albert reasoned. He must have guessed this would cause her to turn suddenly and push him back.

He didn’t push up his arms. Didn’t give any sense of defense. Albert had just grinned.

“Oh, I think you may have some pent up aggression, dear.” His words were a taunt, intentionally made to rile her up.

And, those were receiving the intended effect. She grabbed his wrists. “Pent up aggression? This isn’t pent up aggression! I’m just sick of your bullshit,”She said, her tone not helping her case.

Minji cornered him against the table, one of her heels pinning against the fly of his pants and traced against the outline. Albert let out a grunt, but his smile hadn’t wavered.

Albert’s eyes examined Minji’s expression. “Is there something you’re waiting for? Don’t worry if it’s your first time.” His words were filled with joy, thinly veiling the mockery.

Minji felt warmth spread to her cheeks, unable to tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger. She slammed him down onto the table, above him with her hands controlling his wrists and their legs interlocked.

“You are doing wonderfully so far,” Albert praised, watching Minji’s uncertain expression. She felt her chest pounding with anticipation, to which she didn’t know what she was waiting for.

“I can tell a part of you wants to hurt me, as much as you love me, to receive pleasure of deeply damaging something without consequence.” His eyes shone with excitement.

“That’s not.. I..” The lack of words she had only made her more sporadic with her actions. She kneeled down, straddling Albert’s pelvis as she stared down at him and the surrounding spilled dishes.

Wine had soaked tips of his hair, causing a nice scent as she leaned down. Minji’s hands grasped something off the table, not taking a second longer to hesitate.

Minji unbuttoned his white button up, a staple for his host outfit, and stared down at the gentle scars from previous surgeries and attempts on his life from what feels like a lifetime ago.

She wielded a steak knife in her hands and looked down on him, somehow finding her palms sweaty and arms shaken.

“Come on, you can do this,” Albert reassured, guiding her weapon to his chest. She almost couldn’t breathe as she pierced his skin.

The exhilaration and enjoyment that had passed through his body in that instance was apparent.

His hands clamped down on the handle of the knife and sunk the serrated blade in deeper, slow breathing and a slight whimper as his reaction.

“Albert, I.. what the hell..?” Minji asks, her voice shaky, hating the fact that she had a visceral reaction.

“Continue,” Albert said, his tone light but reading as a command rather than a suggestion. Minji slid the knife through again, deepening the incision.

Albert’s thumb gently danced across the wound in his chest, collecting a print of crimson blood on the tip of it. He smeared this pigment onto Minji’s lips. Almost on instinct, she licked them, as if to taste the new scent.

She then lapped it off his thumb, obsessed with the taste, to which Albert was amused by, murmuring a praise to her.

Minji would carve out more of Albert, watching his eyes roll back in ecstasy as he encouraged and guided Minji. Biting his body and licking his blood, she felt nothing but lust for him as his body began to be part of her afterparty menu.

His hand slowly stroked her hair as her teeth sunk past layers of his skin, draining vital parts of his function. Skin against skin, cloth against bloodstained cloth, the erotic display of bloodlust would last through the night, to which then Minji would resort to the dismemberment of him, treating each part of him aggressively but also with utmost love.