Black Card Debt: Daddy's Little Thief (Omegaverse bl) Chapter 22: The Mountain and his sword

Taesan’s POV

A great grandfather using his own great grandchild as a fucking pawn in a sick ga of family power testing is the world I live in.

Sooin, my entire world is being threatened again by him.

He knows I don’t joke when it cos to her, and he knows how difficult the task he’s asking of is, he knows everything...still, he chooses to use his own blood.

Oh clan has crossed my grandfather by trying to take over his favorite client.

The Oh clan has pushed my grandfather out of his corner and now his retaliation is to fucking play with my family...his personal stress ball.

The ’shop’ is quiet, the door and windows closed, and the n I asked for are all on their knees in front of .

They are naked, trembling like leaves, and they reek of fear and the desperate need to survive...just the way I like it.

I am seated in a black chair with my back rested and my thighs spread with my cane resting on my half hard cock.

One hand plays with the tiger engraving on my lighter and the other holds my favorite weapon, a sword, right below their waists.

I need the easiest and quickest access to their cocks, one wrong move, one clean cut.

Incompetent n shouldn’t have children, the world would have been less burdened with incompetence if their own parents had kept their cocks flaccid.

"Captain..." the owner of the jewelry shop that I turned into my personal torture chamber, Yuki’s father, starts to speak and I silence him with a single look.

He fears for them, worried as always like the fatherly figure that he is to everyone that cos his way, but I don’t need to hear anything.

All I need to know is the reason for the failure of their mission.

"Two wrong words can lead to your death and I won’t give a fuck about your daughter " I say calmly and the old man falls to his face.

"CAPTAIN!" he says in apology.

I let out a sigh and turn to the n kneeling in front of . I need a fucking smoke before I start.

There are five of them, three Korean n, one german who knows the streets well enough to not fail , and the mber of my clan that narrowly escaped last night.

"Speak" I say, lifting the sword to point it at the Korean man at the end of the line.

He used to be the most confident when reporting back to Junho.

The one who demanded the highest amount of money from .

The one who knows the least.

I give him a dead smile to urge him to speak while his companions look at each other, disturbed at my kindness, they know that Kang Taesan, the mountain tiger, the captain of the underworld, never asks questions.

"The thugs working for the Oh refused to show us the place and we tried all our best" one of the n starts and I slash the sword at his pelvis.

"Ahfggh" he screams and falls forward in pain.

I made a shallow cut just above his cock, a gentle warning, and I watch as he writhes on the floor, sputtering blood everywhere.

His raw screams bounce off the wall and I take my attention away from him.

I point the tip of the bloodied sword at the next man; my own clan mber, and the man next to him breaks into tears as hot yellow piss flows out of his cock uncontrollably.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Forgive !" he begs and falls forward into the pool of his ss and I burst into laughter.

Blood and piss spread out of the floor and mixes together, making laugh even harder.

The sll in the air is disgusting and foul.

Junho cos to stand next to and places his hand on my shoulder. He’s the only one that can touch without losing his life when I’m in this state.

"One more chance, Captain, they’ll deliver this ti" he says and I look in his eyes.

My beta bows his head imdiately, showing that he’s not challenging , he’s just making a request.

"Tomorrow is the last chance. Now get lost. All of you" I roar and they get up to run, leaving behind their friend, the man I slashed.

I look at the shop owner with a raised brow and he pulls the crying and bleeding man up.

"Thank you for sir" the elderly man says and drags the body of the bleeding man out.

I throw my sword to the floor with a clang and adjust my clothes, "Junho, how are the arrangents for my request going?" I ask without looking at him while wiping my hand clean of the blood.

"She’s already waiting, and he’s already on birth control" he says and a certain oga flashes in front of my eye, "tell her to stretch" I say and head for the door.

Before I have the chance to open it, the door is pushed open and a man falls into my arm, his sll reaches my nostrils before I register his face.

It’s not just any man...it’s that fucking thief.

The sweetness and twinge of bitterness in his vanilla scent awakens the sick part of that I have been forcing down.

Vanilla, piss and blood...the mix of savage lust that has my cock throbbing again, fully hard this ti and I pull his body close enough to make him feel my hardness.

"You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?" I growl in his face and the oga’s mouth drops open as he moans.

A thief and a slut.

I pin him to the wall with my arm to his neck.

"W-wait" he stutters and I growl to shut him up, rut encouraged craze pushes my movents and he gasps as I press harder into him.

If he wants it that bad, then I’ll give it to him, right here and right now.