Tell me What's your motive

MOTIVES

BONTEN'S POV

Sanzu rolled up to the Bonten crib, and as he stepped out of his car, Ran had to comment.

"Someone's late, that's unusual," Ran said, giving Sanzu the eye.

"Fuck off," Sanzu shot back, not in the mood for anyone's nonsense.

Kokonoi, always trying to stir things up, joined in. "Let's go?" he suggested, looking at Sanzu.

"Go where?" Sanzu asked, genuinely clueless.

"The club where Y/n's sister works," Kokonoi explained with a sly grin.

"Not interested," Sanzu replied, throwing a curveball. This was weird because usually, he's the one pushing everyone to hit up the club and have a good time with some ladies. The unexpected change in his attitude hung in the air, and the rest of the members couldn't help but exchange surprised glances, wondering what was up with Sanzu today.

"Mikey will also be there, so everyone has to come," Kakucho interrupted.

Finally, they managed to persuade Sanzu to join them. The crew dispersed to their respective cars, engines revving as they drove off. After around 30 minutes, they arrived at the club, which, thankfully, wasn't too far from their mansion. The club's bodyguards greeted them, recognizing the Bonten members, and they made their way to the private room reserved exclusively for them.

The club looked fancy, no doubt, and stepping into their private room made it even clearer how loaded these guys were. It was all swanky and high-end, setting the stage for a night that promised to be a wild ride amid the club's luxurious atmosphere.

The manager strolled in, making a beeline for the crew. "Welcome back, gentlemen. Would you like some drinks?"

"Yeah, please," Kokonoi chimed in.

Kakucho had another request. "Also, could you please bring someone here? Her name is Mai L/n."

"Surely, we'll bring her right away, sir. As you wait, here are the waiters to assist you guys," the manager assured them before heading out to call Mai.

"You think she'll be good?" Ran asked.

"We'll find out soon," Mochi replied.

Sanzu, ever nonchalant, grabbed some wine and started drinking. He lounged on the couch, legs wide open, hands resting on his lap, setting the tone for a laid-back night ahead.

Mai's POV

I noticed the manager hurrying towards me, telling me someone wanted a private performance. I was genuinely shocked and a bit nervous. Following my manager, I was led to the room, and upon entering, I found a group of men, their eyes directly on me. Damn, they were attractive. One guy smirked, while two others rolled their eyes.

"Welcome, Mai," Kakucho greeted.

"Take your time to get ready and start whenever you want," he reassured.

"Got it," I replied, trying to shake off the nerves as I prepared for the private performance.

Finally, the music began to pulse, and I started my pole dance, navigating the metal with a deliberate mix of sensuality and skill. Each twist and turn carried a rhythm of its own, accentuating the curves and lines of my body. My eyes locked with each of the men in the room, a playful gaze inviting them into the dance.

The atmosphere grew charged with anticipation as I swayed to the rhythm, my movements casting a spell on the onlookers. The room became a dance floor, and I felt a sense of liberation as I moved, allowing the music to guide me. The allure of the pole and the flickering lights transformed the space into a haven of seduction.

Their eyes followed every motion, a mix of fascination and desire evident in their gazes. I reveled in the energy of the room, letting the music guide my body in a dance that was both a performance and an intimate connection with the audience. As the beats echoed through the room, I continued to weave a captivating spell with each sensual movement, curious about the reactions of the Bonten members.

In the middle of my performance, I threw in a few cheeky winks at some of the guys. It added a playful touch to the dance, and I could see a mix of surprise and amusement in their reactions. The room became a blend of seduction and fun, my eyes engaging with each member as I continued to move to the music, keeping the energy high and the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

I made my way to the members, getting up close and personal with the dancing. I began dancing on top of them, and to my surprise, the majority of them seemed to like it. Ran, in particular, seemed to enjoy it a lot.

I took things to the next level and began twerking on top of the men, playfully throwing my ass at them. It brought a strong and cheeky edge to the dance, prompting a variety of reactions from the audience.

The song finally stopped, and I made my way back to the stage. As I looked at them, the guy with white hair started speaking.

"Y/n's your sister, right?" he asked

It was surprising how the topic suddenly shifted to Y/n, my sister.

"Yes, why?" I replied.

"100 million, and tell us stuff about her," he replied.

What the fuck? The unexpected demand hung in the air, leaving me both shocked and puzzled.

"What's with the sudden offer? I mean, why her?" I asked.

"What do you mean, why her?" Sanzu replied.

"There are just things we want to know about her," Kakucho jumped in, trying to reassure me.

"...What kind of stuff do you want to know about her?"

"Everything," Mikey replied. "Her schedule, her favorite food, her friends, her hobbies-everything," he added, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. The request felt invasive, and I couldn't help but wonder why they were so interested in every detail of Y/n's life.

The room hung in a tense silence as I processed their demand. The idea of selling information about my sister, especially such personal details, for a sum of money, felt both unsettling and ethically challenging.

"Why do you want to know everything about her?" I questioned, searching for some clarity.

Sanzu leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "Let's just say we have our reasons, and you'll be generously compensated for it."

I hesitated, contemplating the potential consequences of sharing such intimate details. "I need more than just money. What assurance do I have that this won't harm her?"

Kakucho spoke up, "We're not looking to cause any harm. We just want information. And rest assured, Y/n won't be affected."

The weight of the decision hung heavy in the air. Mikey's piercing gaze bore into mine, awaiting my response. I weighed the risks and benefits, knowing that whatever I chose would have far-reaching implications.

"Money is money," I thought, surrendering to the reality of the situation. "Well, she sometimes goes to school on Saturdays, depending on her schedule. She likes to visit the newly opened cafe near her house. She's into animals and loves eating and sleeping. She has two friends in different colleges, and that's all I could think of right now. Feel free to ask me anything else you guys want to know," I offered, my tone a mix of reluctance and compliance.

The Bonten members exchanged glances, seemingly satisfied with the initial information I provided. Mikey leaned back, his piercing gaze still fixed on me.

"That's a start," Mikey remarked, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "We might need more details later, but for now, here's your compensation." He gestured to someone, and a briefcase filled with stacks of bills was brought in.

I took a moment to collect the money, the weight of the decision settling in. As I pocketed the payment, Sanzu spoke, "Remember, discretion is key. This stays between us."

With a nod, they signaled for me to leave, the room returning to an air of secrecy and intrigue. As I stepped away, I couldn't shake the feeling that this exchange would have consequences, not just for me but for Y/n as well. The weight of the secret I now possessed made me wonder about their true motives and what they might do with the information about my sister.