Because of the compulsion

Better

It's been better. That was what Viona felt at this moment. His smile broadened to accept the bribes after the mouthfuls Marshal gave.

He's spoiled, indeed. And the Marshal doesn't dispute that. Instead he even made Viona to get weaker and spoiled on him. Marshal likes that. And she was very happy to treat Viona like the king's daughter. Nope-no. Viona mistress Marshal Syahreza Atmadinata. She's a queen. It is as good to be served as it is today.

"Two more bribes." Marshal showed the salad in the bowl he was holding. Viona shook her head, already feeling full. But, Marshal won't let Viona's food remain. Viona has to eat a lot to be healthy and her body does not limp. Because since the stomach ache yesterday, Viona does not want to eat. So, Marshal took advantage of the opportunity today to provide him with plenty of nutrients. Viona needs to be fit so she also gets attention changing.

"Why not go to work?" Mouth full of mouthfuls of Marshal. He closed it by hand, holding it so that the food would not spill out.

"Later." It was always that word that Marshal used to answer Viona's question. Even though it was nine o'clock, the Marshal had not even prepared. It's Monday, he should be working and he'll be busy. He left in a hurry and was going home late at night. But not for today. He looks relaxed to feed Viona who is actually okay. He can eat by himself, but the Duke Marshal wants to bribe him.

"Chal, mending to go to work." It's nothing, Viona can't let Marshal stay at home during this kind of working hours. A lot of the schedule has gone into his agenda. Pity if ignored. Many people were waiting for him at the office. A boss does not mean to cancel the agenda. He needs to be assertive and more disciplined in order to set a better example for his employees.

"Yes, later, darling. I'll be leaving in the afternoon." Marshal thrust a spoonful of salad into front of Viona's mouth. He said there were two more spoons, but now there are three last spoons and still left in the bowl. It's smart that Marshal seduced her. Like a mother who lies to her child who has trouble eating. "Nr ...."

Viona had to eat it. But he already felt full. Lazy once chewed until swallowed all. "Chal ...." He shook his head as the Marshal offered another bribe. Her lips were piercing, unwilling.

Marshal sighed. "All right." He brushed off the leftover salad from his wife's meal quickly. Then take a glass of mineral water and give it to Viona.

Seeing his wife drinking quietly, Marshal smiled. Viona thrust an empty glass at him. The marshal swiftly received and kept it on the table. "Now want anything else? Want pudding?"

Viona. He is really full at the moment. Salad alone he did not want to spend it and Marshal instead offered another meal. "Mending you immediately get ready to go to work. It's noon."

Marshal looked at him with a changed gaze instantly. "Are you not happy I'm home? You don't like being close to me?"

"No-no. It's not that." Viona shook her head quickly. It seems he's talking wrong. "I just don't want you to be late or not even work, Chal. I know, you're busy. So, mending get ready soon." This time Viona spoke in a cautious tone. I don't want to misunderstand again.

Marshal just stared at him. Dilemmas. She doesn't want to leave Viona, but has to go to work. "If I work, who are you?"

"There's a brother who takes care of me. In this house there are many inhabitants, Chal. I won't be lonely. Many officers. I can ask them if there's anything. And again, I'm healthy, honey. I'm okay."

Her hand stretched out rubbing Viona's face. Marshal smile. The affectionate call that Viona said just now sounded really sweet and she liked it. It is rare for Viona to call out dear, if she does not want to. This time the call came out in a soft tone and sounded absolutely stunning.

Marshal moved, Viona heaved a sigh of relief. He was finally able to stay away from the marshal. If her husband left, Viona would not feel like a terminally ill person anymore. He can get out of bed and do other activities that are more useful. Viona only has stomach ache due to the moon, but Marshal treats her excessively. Viona did take advantage of the opportunity to indulge and seek attention. She's happy. But, if the whole time was just lying down, he was also bored.

"Here, let me put it on." Viona approaches Marshal in the dressing room. Take over the clothes that the Marshal is choosing.

"Don't, Honey! No need. You just rest. I can prepare myself."

"No, Chal. Let me just."

The marshal relented because his wife's stubbornness must have come out, if denied. She complied and could only give a smile when Viona put the clothes on her body.

"Now, the pants are on their own!" Viona hands the pants to the Marshal.

Her husband smiled wickedly. A glimmer of an idea came to mind, pointing his face at his wife. "Why do I still have to wear it myself? You helped me get dressed. So, it should be worn too, dong."

Viona's eyes were sharply rounded. "Pake it yourself, ah!" He was about to get out of the room, but his hand was pulled by the Marshal. Irritatedly Viona looked at him. Marshal smiled meaningfully, Viona knew where her thoughts were heading now.

"You've seen me so often. Why are you still embarrassed to help me wear pants?" The marshal grabbed her from behind, propping his chin on Viona's shoulder. "We've done it. Already know each body part, why is it still embarrassed? Hm?" he continued with whispers.

I'm sitting Viona's fur on the creeps. His face remembered that. Oh, no .. he shook his head slowly. Why should his brain automatically play back memories in their moments of connection? It only worsened the heat on her cheeks. She's shy. So embarrassed that I wanted to drown myself in the bathtub.

"Don't want to .. yes, already." The marshal released his embrace from Viona's body. "That means you're not a good wife. What the fuck, you're serving a half-and-a-half husband."

Viona turned around quickly, looking at the Marshal who was lifting his pants, ready to wear them. He shook his head. Not saying anything more, he approached. Take the pants off the Marshal's hand and help to wear them. Although he had to hold the hue in his face, because the shameless Marshal even deliberately showed his assets to his wife.

Goddamnit! Again the shadow of their activity rotated in his head. Viona shook her head many times, trying to shake off all her dirty memories. But, futile. Moreover, Marshal continued to tease him with words that increasingly make the cheeks blush red. Viona has to get out. Imminent. He must stay away from the marshal. But, her husband instead followed behind and back teased her with hot words.

"Chal, quiet! I'm on my period!" Viona snapped in annoyance at the Marshal who instantly curled up, holding his stomach. Very satisfied to have teased Viona, until her fangs came out of excitement with her words. It is as easy as it is to tempt the desire of the mistress Marshal Syahreza.