Because of the compulsion

Sakura Country

...THE WARNING!...

...Mature content! It is expected to be wise in choosing readings. The children were asked not to read it. Zhao does not want your mind to be polluted, because this is not a commusian for under-adulthood. ...

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"It's over, baby."

Viona wriggled softly, stretching both hands towards the Marshal. "Relin ...."

Marshal instead chuckled at his current efficacious attitude. The long journey made Viona tired, unwilling to stand on her own.

"Chal ...."

"Honey, I'll be embarrassed to see the others. This is a country of people, you know."

"What if this is in a country of people?" Viona muttered, getting out of the car by herself.

Marshal just shook his head seeing his wife sulking. Viona was out first, approaching Rio who was helping a hotel maid bring their luggage.

The land of sakura, the place they were heading to at the moment. Go past midnight and they arrive in the morning bright, but the body feels very tired.

Marshal invites Viona to go there, because the atmosphere there is in good condition for honeymoon. Cherry blossoms are also blooming at this time, very fitting to make Viona's mood to keep giving a sweet smile to Marshal.

A hotel maid escorted them to a Suite Room on the top floor. Marshal chose it because he wanted to make Viona feel the beauty of the city from a height.

Viona did not say much, just according to and followed every word of Marshal. He looked very happy, although he currently looked tired and sleepy. Evidently from his head that has been leaning on the shoulder of Marshal. Her arms are also Viona hugged tightly, always wanting to stick with her husband.

When the door opened, they entered and thanked the servants who delivered their belongings.

"Rest, Yo! I'll be out at lunchtime."

"Good, Sir."

After Rio passed with the hotel servants, the Marshal closed the room door tightly. Flipping over, he shook his head slowly, smiling at the fallen body of Viona on the soft bed. His position was on his stomach with half a leg dangling to the floor. Viona looked very tired. Marshal approached her, sitting next to Viona who had closed her eyes.

"Darling, take a shower, then take a break."

Viona only muttered as the Marshal rubbed her back.

"Darling ...."

"Mandiin," whined Viona spoiled, turning her back so stretched.

A sly sneer appeared on the face of the Marshal. He rubbed Viona's face gently. "You sure you want to be washed?"

Viona was aghast in shock and immediately woke up. "What did I say?" She was surprised herself, seemingly unaware of having said the forbidden word to her husband.

"I told you to take a shower and you asked to be bathed. Come on!" Again, Marshal grinned while pulling Viona's hand to move.

Viona immediately pulled her hand back, unwilling. "I mispronounced," he said, avoiding the gaze of the Marshal who was looking.

"You asked, my dear. There's nothing wrong with me, is there? Come on, I'll take a bath!"

"No ...!"

***

"Didn't we come here for our honeymoon? Why are you still nagging, hm?" Marshal hugged Viona from behind. Watching his wife blabbering herself in front of the dresser while drying her hair.

"Yes, not directly, right? I'm tired and you're even more tired!" nagelnya again, right glancing sideways on the face of Marshal who looks fresh and handsome, after finishing bathing.

Viona again grumbled in annoyance. The marshal actually bathed her, but instead ended up with a big bath. The master instead attacked him in the bathroom, even if it was only a round, it was still draining.

"You enjoyed it, don't keep scolding your handsome husband, honey." With ease Marshal walked towards the bed, laying his body on tilt. Supporting her head with one hand bent while paying attention to Viona.

It will not be hypocritical. Viona enjoyed it, very much. He could never resist the touch of the Marshal, but now his fatigue was multiplied. After this he will definitely become a carcass. Sleep soundly to restore his depleted energy.

"Would you sleep or play again?"

"The chal!" Viona looked at him sharply.

The one being stared at instead let out a loud laugh, shifting bodies, allowing Viona to lie nearby.

"Don't fuck around, yeah! I'm going to sleep" hardened Viona, pulling a blanket to cover her body so that Marshal's eyes are not clean. "Awas, slide!"

"We're on a honeymoon, don't get mad!"

"If the honeymoon you promised was just like this, we could do it at home, Chal. No need to go abroad."

"Pst ... shut up and go to sleep! Or I'll get you back to a corner."

At that moment Viona was silent, closing her eyes tightly in fear of her husband's threat. Even though the bottom was twitching in wanting an attack, he could not. Been tired enough. They went there for their honeymoon. There's still plenty of time to straddle wide in front of the Marshal. Not for the moment. He was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep immediately, returning the energy to receive the next attack.

***

"Huamp ...." Viona's two arms stretched out far apart to the right and to the left. He stretched out beautifully from his sleep which felt very good. It must be because of the fatigue that feels excruciating, so Viona sleep feels quality.

"Wake up, hm."

Viona's glance turned towards the recently opened bathroom, displaying a handsome demonic figure that incarnated her husband. Marshal's smile looks so sweet that Viona is powerless to reply with a smile of millions of deadly doses.

"Is his sleep enough?"

Viona's head retreated as her husband approached. She pushed the Marshal's chest slowly, hoping that her husband would not do anything that would drain her energy.

"I'm hungry, honey," whined Viona, still trying to get rid of her husband's body to get away. "Hungary ...."

"In a moment," Marshal finally straightened up, no longer leaning on Viona's face. "I'll ask for food to be delivered here."

Viona just stared at him. His stomach felt hungry, because he had been sleeping like a rotten carcass, since morning and had only woken up at night. The breakfast and lunch hours have been missed.

Viona closed her eyes again. The mattress he was currently in was very soft and comfortable. It felt so warm in a thick blanket. Especially outside it seems to be raining, the cold is increasingly blowing through the balcony door that is not tightly closed.

"Chal, why is that open?"

"In a moment, dear." Marshal was busy with his cell phone.

Viona was silent again, watching the direction of the balcony that already looked dark. Looks like it's night. It's appropriate that his stomach has been rumbling to ask to be filled immediately.

"What did you say?" Finished with her cell phone, Marshal approached back at Viona who tightened the blanket covering the body.

"Why is it open?"

"Hm?" The marshal lowered his body, looking at his own pants. "No, honey, I'm closed, really."

"Open, Chal. Close gih!"

Again, Marshal looked towards his own pants. He was wearing jeans with a zipper in front of him. "No, honey, I'm closed."

"Still open, dear. Close speed!" Viona re-groomed her blanket.

It made Marshal frown not understand. She wakes up and shows her pants to Viona. "See yourself! I've closed it, honey."

Viona's mouth gaped wide as the Marshal rubbed the lower half of her stomach. A second later he grimaced. "That's not what I mean!" Viona's hand poked out from under the blanket, pointing firmly at the balcony. "That! Why is it open? I'm cold."

Marshal was stunned for a while, then chuckled amusedly, getting off the bed as soon as he saw Viona's gaze. Still wiping down her stomach, she muttered softly, "I guess the zipper is still open, dear." He had just finished urinating from the toilet, so he thought so.

"Basic bawdy! Keep going, Chal!"

The marshal turned around quickly, after tightly closing the balcony door. It turned out that Viona could still hear her mutter. "Who's the pervert?"

"You!"

"O .. yeah?" Marshal walked over to Viona again. "Then who likes the ease of accepting my affection, hm?"

Viona silence. It won't end well, if he does. He's gonna lose.

"Who, Honey?"

Viona was still silent, instead turning back to the blanket as the Marshal got closer and sat down beside her.

"Who loves to sigh ... Ahhhh ... Cht ...." His expression and tone are made to resemble Viona when making love. Whispered directly in front of Viona's ears, Marshal again teased her, "Ahhh ... Love ..."

"HEY!"

Marshal's laughter echoed through the room, as he saw his wife's hands clenched tightly, punching the air with a red face.

It looks so adorable!