"You are sick." Hongjoong gritted out. He was tired of the games. Seonghwa's scent gave him a headache and paralysed his thoughts, and this harrowing taunting was too much on his mind. His answers back-windowed him and his headache became overwhelming.

He wouldn't play along with this.

Obnoxious, Seonghwa's chuckle bounced from the corners of the room.

"It seems you have chosen wrong. What a pity." When he stood, Hongjoong automatically backed a step away. He didn't trust the cunning widow.

Seonghwa left his belongings behind to grab the detective by the wrist. He dragged him out of the room and up the stairs, through the dim corridor full of paintings and artistic vases. Though the peeper squirmed against his hold, he was watchful of what would happen to him now. Did Seonghwa change his mind? Or had this merely been another test in his challenge?

"What are we doing?" Hongjoong asked when they entered a room and Seonghwa threw the door shut behind him. The widow turned to him, grabbing both of his hands in an unmistakable lure. Swaying hips brought them towards the gigantic bed dominating the room. The bat of Seonghwa's lashes was coy.

The love nest of the fatal beauty.

"Let me sweeten your time. Make this last night a memorable one. How heroic you are for fighting against me," the widow purred. 

Hongjoong's frown deepened.

"I don't want to," he snapped, trying to yank away, but Seonghwa was unexpectedly strong. He shoved Hongjoong down on the bed and came crawling after him. His red dress pressed against the soft, humble clothing of the detective, and Hongjoong gulped when those red lips hovered so close.

Chilling as those eyes were, Seonghwa was still beautiful.

Somehow, it was hard to breathe. Seonghwa's perfume fogged up Hongjoong's brain, and he tried to relax his lungs when a cough bubbled. 

Before he could shove Seonghwa down, the widow used his moment of distraction. He dipped in to kiss Hongjoong's jaw and his lips were softer than any pillow. A gasp got stuck in Hongjoong's convulsing throat because no one had ever been this close to him before. His body reacted by instinct.

Soft curls tickled his cheek.

"If no one else does, I will remember your bravery today," the widow whispered as his red-painted nails trailed down Hongjoong's body. They cupped the growing bulge in his pants, massaging over it to fuel the heat in Hongjoong's body. 

Hongjoong gasped for air. He squirmed and tried to fight his body's desire, but he felt lethargic. As his mind tried to piece together his condition and struggled to listen to Seonghwa at the same time, his blood raved at its own will.

"Will you... Will you kill me?" Hongjoong's voice was scratchy in his throat, could barely escape it. Nimble fingers traced lightly around his tip, making his eyes roll back. The beautiful widow watched his expression, his quick waning. He couldn't focus. Only felt the widow's touch and the burn of his lungs.

"I don't have to lift a hand," he chuckled.

Confused, Hongjoong stared up at him. His vision was hazy.

He couldn't breathe.

A helpless hand reached for his throat and searched for an injury. Seonghwa smelled so sweet. A headache throbbed behind Hongjoong's eyeballs. His body bucked, so close to its release at just a few touches.

"I had been wondering why the jasmine made you squirm so much."

Seonghwa's voice reached him as if through cotton. Did Hongjoong come? He couldn't tell. The heat of his veins drowned in the anxious flutter of his desperate heart, begging for oxygen.

His eyes rolled back as the lethal pleasure hit him in the same moment everything stopped.

Seonghwa's red smile guided him into the darkness and his sweet scent shrouded the limp body.

Ending 5/7