"Look, you're paying me by the day, remember?" the hired Yakuza thug said to Min-jin in Korean as the two sat on a park's green, wooden branch. The moon was in the sky, glowing. The cars driving past the park had their headlights on, illuminating the car drivers' paths. Dachi and Min-jin ignored the cars as they remained seated. Burgers were in the two males' right hands, the cow meat heated. "I do appreciate the burger, though. But regardless, if you want me to keep helping you look for your sister, I need some more won."
Min-jin released an heavy, frustrated sigh, not caring the Yakuza man beside him heard his frustrated sigh.
But the eighteen-year old boy pulled rolled won from his pocket, handed it to his hired Yakuza thug.
Dachi counted the South Korean money, slapped Min-jin's back. He said, "See? That wasn't so bad. Money isn't completely evil if it's helping you find your sister, right? Anyway, this money here reminds me of what I learned today while you were sleeping in the hotel."
Min-jin clenched his left fist, scoffed.
"Don't tell me you kept information from me." Min-jin said. He gritted his teeth, scowled.
"Of course. You didn't pay me this morning, which is the opposite of what we agreed to. Now, I got the money, so I can share what I discovered today by beating up some suspicious Chinese guys and torturing them for information." Dachi said, placing the won in his black pants pocket. "Obviously, we already know a Chinese guy took your darling twin sister, but we don't know where that guy is. Or who he is. We're in luck. Those Chinese guys I tortured, who tried robbing me, by the way, looked at the picture of Min-hee when I showed it to them. When I made it clear I would cut off their penises with my switchblade, they didn't hesitate to tell me they seen their boss talking to a boy who had a depressed-looking Korean girl with him. Their boss apparently left Yokohoma recently. He has business to do in Tokyo. I have a paper with a list of the people he will meet there. And I have the meeting places written down as well. We get this stinky tofu-eating bastard, find the guy who took Min-hee."
Min-jin nodded. He stood, ready to find his sister, ready to make the person who kidnapped her meet death.
He was in Yokohama.
He would have to travel with Dachi to Tokyo.
Away from the mansion he lived in with his uncle in Seoul, South Korea, Min-jin was on a hunt for Chinese gangsters and his sister.
"And another thing." Dachi said before sinking his teeth into his burger. Min-jin tapped his right foot in impatience and frustration. He chewed, swallow. "For giving me so much of a damn attitude, I'm going to need another roll of won if you still want my services."
In the same country, in a different area, eighteen-year old Milo Yanker pulled his eight-inch long White cock from Saya Ito's pussy.
Milo released an contented sigh, lied beside Saya on the eighteen-year old Japanese girl's large bed.
The bedroom's ceiling light bathed the cum on Milo's erection in its glow.
As he breathed at an rapid pace, relishing in his post-orgasm bliss, Milo kept his blue eyes trained on the ceiling. With his back hand, he tapped Saya's bare stomach. He said, "One day, I'll put a baby in you. We'll have extremely good-looking kids, because I'm White and you're a Jap."
Saya shut her eyes in annoyance, moved onto her side, now facing the wall. On her nightstand, a framed photograph displaying her with her parents sat.
Saya's parents were business owners who spent more time working than they spent relaxing. While Saya was in the same bed as her blond-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend, the girl's parents were having sex on a cruise in the Pacific Ocean.
Saya rubbed her forehead, let Reo Tanaka enter her mind.
Inside a bedroom containing no bed, eighteen-year old Reo Tanaka sat on the wooden floor.
The Chinese gangster Wei and kidnapped South Korean sex slave Min-hee sat on the comforter near a corner in the room. Min-hee had Reo's pillow in her lap.
The room had no lamp.
A ceiling light bathed the room in its artificial light, glowing against the three teenagers who each had people they longed to see, places they longed to be at, goals.
"Since I love talking about myself, like any person, I'm going to tell you why I'm in Japan." Wei said, holding Reo's chip bag, Reo's dinner in his possession. "China can be a shit place, but it wasn't too horrible. I would have some fun with my friends. Fuck my girlfriend. Do all kinds of fun stuff. And this bitch there... well, I had to leave because of what she did. I needed to get away. My dad didn't hesitate to let me live here in Japan with him. He definitely missed me. Who wouldn't miss me? Anyway, I'm going to kill that bitch when I get back to China. I'm going to chop up her and her weak boyfriend. Zhuo Chang was his name. That fucking guy. Japan is better than China, though. It's less competition with other Chinese gangs. I don't have to worry about some Japs robbing me. And the girls and women here are way better than the girls back in China. But regardless, I still have unfinished business in China."
Wei devoured a chip, lessening Reo's dinner amount.
Reo gritted his teeth, trained his eyes on the floor.
Wei placed his arm around Min-hee's shoulders. He said, "And this girl right here is a fucking angel. South Korea is the land of angels. You ever see the pictures they take of themselves? They're the masters at taking nice pictures and looking nice. Sadly, Min-hee here isn't a city girl. One day, I'm going to go to Seoul, have some great fun there. I really need a Seoul girl. She'll make me a lot of money."
Reo had the deep urge to send the sex trafficker out his apartment.
But the Japanese peeper was a slave to weakness.
"Hey, Tanaka. I know how badly you hate me. But you're stuck with me. You can't do anything about it, because I can have you sent to a extremely unheard of country for free. I had it done to four people before. I can easily do it to you." Wei said. Reo turned his head to Wei, clenching his fists. Wei averted his eyes to the ceiling, a smile on his face. "But our wealthy mutual friend is too interested in you to let me make you a eyeless sex slave. I suggest you keep her interested."
Wei moved his arm from around Min-hee's shoulders. He held her hand, stood, letting the Korean girl also stand.
Reo remained sitting, Wei's eyeless sex slave comment in his mind, agonizing him.
The Chinese gangster and the Korean sex slave left the bedroom.
"And I almost forgot before leaving your shitty apartment." Wei said fifteen seconds later, stepping into the room. He pulled a cellphone from his right pants pocket, turned it on, moved his finger along its screen, tapped it a few times.
He made the phone's screen face Reo.
A eighteen-year old Japanese girl was on Wei's cellphone screen, grinning at the camera.
The girl was Hana, who had a nice ass, which Reo gazed at earlier that day in the girls' locker room at school.
Wei pointed at the girl's photographed face without seeing the screen. He said, "If I even see you talking to her, I'll take out your eyes, chop off your cock, send you to the Middle East where you'll please gay Arab guys. Understand?"
Reo nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, goosebumps radiating across his skin.
Wei slammed his foot into Reo's stomach before leaving.
While Reo lied on his side, stroking his stomach, he sobbed.
The next morning, Reo wrote a love letter before school.
Furious with Saya, angry at Wei, infuriated he couldn't save Min-hee, bothered by the fact his parents had disowned him, Reo cared less about his life.
He was prepared to give his love letter to his infatuation-Erino Kashi-today.
At school, while many students were either chewing food or sipping their drinks, Reo stood in front of Erino Kashi in a school hallway where no one was around to bother them.
Reo bowed, extended his love letter towards the eighteen-year old girl with the large breasts.
Erino took the love letter from Reo's hands.
Reo straightened. Longing for his heart to stop pounding at a rapid pace, the Japanese peeper said, "I love you. And I hope you'll let me be a good boyfriend to you."
Erino's flower-scented perfume shrouded the peeper's nose.
Reo intended on inhaling the girl's perfume's aroma many times in the future while he moved his huge cock in and out her wet pussy.
But he was as nervous as a wheelchair-bound person trapped in an burning house alone.
Erino tore the love letter.
Reo trained his eyes on the two pieces forming his love letter, didn't avert his gaze as the severed love letter met the school's hard floor.
