Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Psychopathic

Miss, I'm getting in love, man,

It is you who makes me excited to live life

To you who look at me contemptuously

The real you are afraid but keep moving forward

To you who are in fact getting addicted to torturing me

Love you more than my country.

He released his grip on my neck, blood dripping onto the collar of my black shirt.

Jesus, the thing is instantly remembered my brain! It won't go away until I die.

The scratch will break.

Goody!

I like this.

I hit the gas pedal because the light is green. He kept searching for me all the way to his family's residence.

"When have you been like this? From birth? Or recently?" nonaku asked with furrowed brows.

It's so sweet the way you look at me.

"When do you want it?" askaku.

"Are you a masochist fan or something?"

"Why, Non? Scared?"

"I ask you first, so that you can set your strength,"

I chuckle. You're getting funnier and more. "I feel guilty for hurting you, for running away and humiliating you. Since then, the more you 'hard' me, the more I feel one by one my sins against you fade away," I admitted my flaws before him.

Hope Miss forgives me.

"Is that? My heartache is greater than the pain caused by a nail-blast,"

I just stared at him, not returning his words.

Of course, I already know that.

My fetish against you has come to a level that is difficult to control.

"I hate you, Danar," muttered Miss with glittering eyes.

I already know that.

"I want to kill you right now,"

I know this one.

"But slow down, I'll check until you can't smile anymore,"

I know this one too. Miss even grinned widely.

“I hope so, until you are satisfied I just feel sorry,” I murmured. My throat was dry.

Worried that Miss would really torture me without humanity. On the other hand I'm willing to do anything to me.

Anything but to leave me.

“How about I tell you to whip yourself? Can you still smile?” tanyakanya.

Silly question, though,

Such extreme atonement has existed since the 13th century. Although I am not a radical, not a monastic, and would rather have you hurt me than do me alone, but if you ask, I will not think long.

Definitely do.

Once again, my mission is to make you fall in love with me so that I can easily mend the relationship of two families.

If I answer ‘iya’ now, will such a low-standard man be able to take your heart, Miss? I don't think it's going to be a match for a strong woman like you.

I decided, I will take care of my image, as Ms. Windy said.

Answered,

“Medical team standby yes,”

“Clear his name,” grunts.

“You still need me to replace Bik Isma. Also to accommodate all complaints,”

“Keluh tight? Makian and perjakah you mean,” he rectified me.

“Iya, so,”

“Whipping myself, “ I chuckle underestimating him, with the aim of upsetting him. “In addition to you washing your hands against the crimes you committed, you are sure I will really violently whip myself? Where the hell can you think of such a thing? Is that your fantasy of men all this time?”

“Only to you, kok,” the answer is short.

It was very obvious that he was lured by me, provoked to be upset.

Same, Miss

I also have a penchant for being tortured, only by you.

Maybe you're right, my subconscious detects it as penance.

Because I'm just a cowardly guy running away from trouble,

Without me knowing you were in pain because of my actions

Even when we didn't know each other at the time

You've been hurt because of me

So great is my bastard brain

Even when we didn't know each other at the time

You shed tears because of me

So great is my jerkiness

Even when we didn't know each other at the time

Our families are fighting each other because of me

So great is my conduct

So now we know each other, though,

Please satisfy yourself with vengeance,

Torture me as much as you, maki me arrogantly

Make me a prisoner, I will not fight

“Danar,” call him.

I glanced at him.

“You're a bitch,”

I know it.

“But why do I love you, yes?”

I don't know that one.

“Even when we haven't met, I already love you,”

God, I don't know that one either!

“A vengeful woman will only recover if she sees the man vanish or be doomed,”

I shut up, digest everything.

“How about you jump off the roof of the building?”

Okay.. This is getting serious.

"I'm kidding, it's not exciting that you die easy,"

Okey... I have to worry.

"You know, who can fight a psychopath?"

I silently watched.

"Other psychopaths" he said.

Turns out Miss was terrible.

I'm starting to get anxious.

Luckily, we arrived at Miss's house, I went inside the gate and I parked the car right in front of the entrance.

We need to talk, please,

As a psychopath.

Miss got out of the car after I turned off the engine.

I walked following him.

Our steps were rather quick, we walked into the house in silence.

Looks like a house full of food, the Madam's show has just finished. The waiters were busy tidying up the rest of the event.

No one realized we were entering the house, all focused on their work.

We also... Not want to be interrupted.

We both know what to do with each other.

We both know how to do each other.

We both know each other, problems need to be solved as soon as possible.

So, uh,

we both went into Miss's room,

Close the door, please,

Turn the key, though,

And once again he slapped me

To the point that I took a step back so hard he slapped.

He slapped me again for the second time. This time it was weaker than the first.

I didn't budge, but I didn't prevent it either. I let him behave as he pleases, I let him pour out all his heart.

He deserved to do this.

I deserve this.

In kind.

He and I know that words don't describe everything enough.

He kicked me with his stiletto, right into my stomach.

Because the right shoes are taper and long, I can't bear the pain.

I fell to the floor.

He stepped on me right above my chest.

Prevented me from rising.

"What do you really want, Young Master Sanjaya? Boss Danar?!"

I catch my breath.

"Java!" Angry shouting.

"Replace the already broken family ties,"

"In what way?"

"Make you love me,"

"You did it, I love you and hate you. If I see you, I want it to scratch you!"

"Just do it if it makes you satisfied,"

"How do you feel about me?"

"I'm..." And I tell you how I feel, all these misconceptions, my sexual abnormalities that arise when I see Miss, and why I might even smile when Miss nagged me.

All I'm telling you is in the position I'm lying on the floor and he's stepping on me.

"You know it's not that easy for our family to reconcile" he said, releasing me.

"That's why I'm disguised," I stroked the red area of my chest, the tip of the stilettonya left a pretty deep mark, "The intention is to take their heart,"

"That's wrong, too, they're gonna think you're a fraud,"

"Do you have any ideas?"

Miss's phone clinks, incoming message notifications.

He read it for a while and then grinned. He looked at me with a sparkle.

"I have another way," Miss stroked my chin, "With proper payment of course,"

"Don't omnipotence, my company's finances are precarious," my murmur lifted my chin as his fingers stuck in my jaw.

"No need to protest, it's all your own fault" said Miss.

"So how?"

"I pretended to be pregnant with your child,"

I grinned, "Again,"

Silly idea from Miss Windy. They turned out to be a circle.

I am also pregnant, I am really.

"The payment for my acting efforts," he slapped my cheek.

Ahiya, I forgot this one, though,

"You touched me, a fine of 1 billion" he said.

Miss, you are cruel.

"Now, take off your clothes" he said.

"I don't want to be fined," why the hell am I still keeping the image?!

"You can't touch me, but I can,"

I sneered. Your cunning basis, O Goddess of Love and Goddess of Death.

I also reluctantly took off my shirt.

He was watching me closely.

"That too," he pointed my pants with his chin.

I took a breath and opened my belt.

Now only boxers live in my body.

"Now, kneel down," he said.

"Eh?" How do I feel De Javu huh? Like I was in the same situation.

"Kneel Danar, don't you hear? Or should I scream, Huh?!"

"No need to shout, Non," I muttered while kneeling. "Don't be fierce, ah. My butterflies hear your voice screaming constantly,"

"Who's this for, Haaaah?!" he screamed right near my ear.

I complained while stroking my ringing ears.

And a beautiful sight happened.

Miss took off all her clothes, only her underwear remained, and she walked towards the room door to turn the door lock.

Then he stood in front of me.

"You want what, Non?!"

"Just shut up and shrink, you Crocodile!" muttered.

Yes, he was also just quietly standing in front of me, as if waiting for something.

I waited for something that was not yet visible while kneeling.

"What are we doing anyway?" my many.

"Shhh!" hisses.

There were footsteps approaching. I know the sound of the steps, it's the sound of the footsteps of the Madam.

And then the door behind me opened, "Nondi, this is a lot of cake, it's gone... Oh my God!! What are you guys doing?!"

The madam dropped a tray of cake from her hand. He looked very surprised and shocked to see us alone with such an absurd appearance.

I also started reading the situation.

Miss, you sly base.

But I Like.