Addicted to The Treacherous

"Fahrena Alamanda?" I said again the name of the girl I was observing from behind the windshield, the glass was quite dark, no other people could be seen from outside the car.

The girl in the gray and white uniform came out of the school gate alone, limping. Didn't she have any friends or a ride home?

"Yes, Sir." The assistant who took a seat beside me confirmed every single thing I read from the display screen of the tablet in my hand, matching it with the figure now seated on the sidewalk divider by the roadside.

At first I wasn't sure if the Rena who looked innocent in front of my eyes was the same Rena as the sexy girl in one of the free video apps. The girl I saw was very bold in showing every intimate part of her body while masturbating.

Rena over there... seemed to be crying. The rims of her eyes were darkened reddish like the color of her nose too. Cute and... voluptuous.

"Any other information?" I asked the assistant later as I tossed the tablet onto her lap.

I heard a groan from the man before handing him another sheet containing a bank statement full of transactions. "Here, Sir."

Most of the transfer destinations listed the names of virtual gambling and credit withdrawal accounts.

"The parents are in debt?" I guessed quickly, then half smiled. "Interesting."

No wonder the agent in Rena area offered the child of one of the customers there for auction. They had no assets or possessions to sell.

Just imagining that synthetic body over there being stripped off... I stiffened. She who cries in resignation, then has no helper when it comes to serving strangers.

"Execution now?" The next question from the man on the side made me think hard.

I was very impatient to use Rena, but it seemed that Rena would need special treatment at the auction later.

"Not yet. Let me take care of this." I didn't really care about the sharp criticism from the investors later. It seemed like I just wanted her to be mine alone, my game, my world.

"How's the show tonight, Sir?"

The assistant pointed out the tightening schedule and gave another choice, an underage girl who was too skinny in my opinion.

"Take the other girl." And I wasn't going to interfere. "I just want to see this potential entertainer in person." More like confirm.

The assistant's conversation seemed to bounce off my ears. I couldn't understand it at all when I saw Rena from a distance.

I need to see her. I thought so and immediately executed it by getting out of the car without caring about the warning of the man who became my assistant these past two weeks. Maybe, I'll fire him.

Rena was seen removing the sneakers from her left foot. The sock had a hole in the heel, and the bottom of the shoe was gaping like a crocodile's mouth. Basically, not fit to wear.

"Is something wrong?" I asked as I stood next to her, blocking the sun that was still very strong in the late afternoon.

"Eng... it's fine, really." Rena shook her head quickly. Her laughter seemed forced as she lifted the shoe into the air.

"The shoes, huh?" I crouched down, letting her blink rapidly due to the blinding light. I offered, "Want to buy new ones?"

"Eh?"

I wasn't lying at all. "Think of it as me doing a good deed." Buying new isn't a sin either.

The lips that opened in surprise I immediately cupped with both hands. My imagination wandered, designing what if that sensual form was filled by me.

"Pardon me? I can't accept gifts from strangers," Rena refused while pushing my hands away from her.

Too bad, tomorrow could have been a fun day.

"Want to get acquainted?" I extended my palm along with a very... friendly smile. Relax, "I don't bite," for now.

Tomorrow may not be just a bite. I can do something more delicious and make you keep asking for it.

Rena turned her head in the opposite direction of my presence, to the side, even looking behind my back. "Is it really okay? No cameras or TV shows? Social experience?"

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her innocence in finding the lie in my offer. "Do I have any artist or influencer looks?"

"There is, anyway ...." Rena nodded quickly, then her gaze glanced at my arm that was not covered by the folds of my shirt. "Scary. The tattoo."

Instead, she noticed the dark curves that formed a picture along my arm. She hasn't seen the one on my back yet.

Scary? "Need I tell you about this tattoo?"

Again, Rena nodded, perhaps interested in the discussion of one of the body painting arts.

"Same shoes, Uncle?"

Ah? I'm called 'uncle'?