"I want to hire you for a hit job on these five men."
"And why is that?" The man sighed, studying the faces of the five perpetrators. He didn't recognize any of them. But then, he didn't know a lot of people.
"Because I can't forgive them."
"Heh. That's a good reason." The man admitted, a smile creeping over his face despite himself. "And? How do you expect to pay me for this 'hit job'?"
"I have five hundred olon." The girl said tautly.
"Give it up. You couldn't hire the town drunk for something like that." The man pushed the paper away, shoving her halfway down the hill until she caught her balance along with it.
The girl gave him a frustrated look. Apparently to her, five hundred olon was a lot of money. "Then. . ." She unloosed the obi of her kimono, her face gradually growing redder as she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her loosened robe down her shoulders, exposing her breasts on down to her waist. "My body. . ." The girl suggested, her arms trembling with the wish to cover up again.
"No good." The man waved his hand in annoyance. "I've had dozens, three of them prettier than yours.
It's a shame more people aren't going to read this story because based on how this site works you have to search for completed stories to find them. The ending is amazing. At first I was surprised, but after thinking about it a bit it really was the only way it could have ended.
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Great short story with good grammar and flow. Though it does have a totally unexpected ending, but it is still very good.
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