Nyanyian Berdarah di Konser sang Diva

The man inserted a USB into his laptop and pressed 'play.'

A video of a woman appeared. She sat on a bed wearing only white underwear and red high-heeled shoes. Her small but firm breasts were prominently displayed.

The woman seemed to be trying to cover her face as the camera roamed. Starting from her long legs, slowly moving up, to her smooth thighs, to the area covered by white triangular panties, to her flat stomach, and finally to her delicate chest before returning to her face that were partially hidden behind by fingers.

"Sean, stop! You're embarrassing me!" the woman on the screen shouted, apparently directed at the camera holder. The woman's eyes formed a crescent moon shape as she laughed.

“I'm your husband, May,” the person behind the camera answered in rough voice. “No need to be shy, hm? Come on, drop your hand. Let your husband see your beautiful face while I'm away and missing you."

Laughter echoed from the woman in front of the camera.

She shook her head while still trying to suppress laughter, as if what she was doing was very embarrassing.

"No, Sean," the woman replied breathlessly. "What if someone steals this video and spreads it? My reputation will be ruined."

The man behind the screen growled.

"Oh, come on! No one will see this except me, May. Trust me. Come on, drop your hand."

The woman finally complied. Slowly, she lowered her hand. There was no doubt; the woman with the framed black hair was beautiful. With her round cheeks and red lips, she could pass for a high school student to those who didn't know.

"Now play with your nipples, Baby."

The voice of the man in the video was heard, followed by the woman giggles.

"What? No, I don’t want to do that! I'm not a porn star," she replied with a face growing redder, involuntarily making the man who was watching the video smile a little.

"Come on, Darling. Just pretend you're teasing me. So I have something to watch when I'm out of town and missing you. It's better than watching porn, am I right?"

The woman’s smile disappeared. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before finally nodding.

“Alright,” the woman said. “I’ll do it.”

Slowly, the small hand that had been on the bed moved upward, towards the tip of her rosy chest and slowly circling it, while she sighed softly.

"Ah yes... like that..." The man behind the camera moaned. "Spread your legs wider, Baby."

The woman obeyed. Without stopping playing with her nipple, she pulled both legs apart and revealing her half wet underwear.

A hand reached out in the screen, seemingly the camera holder's hand, and roughly rubbed the woman crotch in front of him.

"I know you like it. Look, you're already wet even though I haven't touched you." A growl was heard,  thick with desire and lust.

The woman on the screen bit her lower lip before nodding. Her round eyes were half-closed as the man behind the laptop finally pressed the 'pause' button and froze the screen.

The man then lit a cigarette before leaning back. While exhaling the smoke deeply, Stone looked up at the man standing in front of him and studied him. Wearing a branded suit and slick shirt, an expensive watch, even accompanied by a bodyguard, Stone knew that the man standing before him was not an ordinary man but Sean Kettle, the owner of Kettle Properties.

"So," Stone began. "You're saying that you can't pay your debt, and as replacement, you want to sell your wife?"

The man in front of Stone struggled to swallow before nodding. Stone could see that he was sweating even though the room was cool.

Stone let out a sound that sounded like disgust.

"Not that I don’t think that your wife is pretty, Sean, but I have plenty of beautiful women. What I need is money. What makes you think that a five-million-dollar debt can be paid with a single woman? Not even a virgin."

Sean took a step forward, only to be pushed back by one of Stone's man that was standing in the room.

Sean's bodyguard who was a large man pretended to defend his boss by straightening his back, before shrinking back down when he realized he was one against four in the room.

Stone was used to this reaction. Even if his six-four height dan tattoos didn’t intimidate, then his men who was all build like him will did the trick.

Sean reached for a handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped it across his forehead.

"I-I understand," Sean replied, tucking the handkerchief back into his pocket. "But May is not an ordinary woman. She is a top-notch artist. Clearly, she is worth much more than an average woman. She's good at acting. Sir, you can instruct her to star in blue films. True, she's inexperienced, but as you can see, my wife has a good body. Surely people would pay a lot to watch. Or... or, Sir, you can employ her in a brothel to help pay off my debts."

"I'm not a director and I don't own a brothel." Stone took a big inhale of his cigarette in his hand and exhaled slowly, allowing Sean to appear flustered for a few seconds.

“Well…,” Sean tried to rebalance his thought. “I am sure  you kind find a good use of a woman like that. You can make him one of your mistress or something.”

Funny how people like Sean acted. Poor people usually pawn their belongings to pay off debts, but the upper class, like Sean, offered their women as repayment.

They called him a cold-blooded monster, looked down on him for where he came from and what his job was, but in this room, even demons knew who the real monster was.

Stone stared back at the laptop screen in front of him. The woman's face was still frozen on the screen, gazing half-closed with her legs spread wide.

"But all right," Stone pressed the end of his still-long cigarette into the ashtray. "Considering the cooperation we've had so far, I will accept your wife as payment. She will be mine to use as I please, agreed?"

Sean struggled to swallow before nodding. “Yes.”