Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

My Upayaku Survived the Khilaf

But why am I still standing in my place? Stiffened unmoved with legs that suddenly were very heavy, as heavy as my love for you. My brain is excited, but my brain thinks more logically.

He said, Danar, think. Why is it so easy?

Goddamnit! Though I was happy.

“Why?” tanya Miss with my eyes still looking at me, “You suspect me?”

“Sort of it,”

Miss smiled at me, her eyes glint mischievous.

“Since our conversation last night, I thought over and over again. Let me have our relationship,” he finally moved, letting his towel fall to the floor.

My throat was dry. I swallowed spit.

I felt every inch of my skin reacting, my blood flow becoming firmer. Static electricity began to rise and spread, the imbalance of the heart pumps to all parts of my body caused a dizzy reaction in my forehead..

In other words, I was nervous as well as lustful.

Just this time Danar Sanjaya took a step back.

My shoulder hit the wall.

I'm cornered.

But, it is not the urgency that worries.

I'm between two choices.

Pushing that soft body out of the room, or staying there and following the game.

I've seen this tiny body completely, but she's scared. Slowly the trauma within me became. I don't want to see that kind of face again, especially when it's aimed at me.

Right now he might have prepared everything, his heart, his intentions, and his courage. And it should have been after all this time waiting for me to welcome him.

But, uh,

The more I love him, the more I don't want to ruin him

The more my love arises, the more I want to keep it from myself

The more I have it, the more I stop touching it.

I'm afraid this body is fragile, crushed by my hand.

But I was also afraid that he would be disappointed in my rejection,

We've been at odds, I don't want a second time. Miss must be comfortable with me, now there is only directness and total surrender.

So, as she urged me and brought her lips closer to me, I welcomed her kiss. But just lightly.

Just a fleeting kiss that wasn't intense.

He frowned at me, looking astonished.

Then I hugged him, while I pecked his forehead.

“I want our relationship not to be tainted with error,” I said finally.

He just stayed in my arms.

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Your kiss my dear, my,

Like cold heat being one

Gently caressing for me miss

Intimate groans for me opium

Your kiss my dear, my,

You and I want it

Every sigh of yours every naphtah

The clash of our lips is the door at first

Your kiss my dear, my,

Stain Romance in the grill

Sinks in the joy of the honey of life

Now having you is not just a dream

(Steptira, 2021)

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Who is the most beautiful woman on earth? Or in your lives? Most men usually answer Aphrodite, the Goddess of Venus. Even though you have never seen it in person, with the many tales we have heard since childhood, it has indirectly been embedded in the heart.

However, what if later, you meet a woman who you think is more beautiful than the Goddess? Beauty standards are always changing all the time, beautiful women in our brains also change with the times.

In the past, when I was a child, the trend of thin eyebrows in line was booming, I think women with it are very beautiful. But slowly, just like this time, the brownish and thick eyebrows of the lady looked more attractive in my eyes.

But with the shape of the face like that, he does not have eyebrows it still feels beautiful.

Miss's current appearance, prettier than Aphrodite's statue. It's like being ready to give birth to Eros with me. The Cupid who always helps the destined couple together through his love arrow. Maybe I was a victim of Cupid.

She sassyly sat on my lap, asking me to zip up her dress zipper.

Are you still teasing me, miss? I don't need you to be seduced either.

Slowly I hooked the end of the zipper and I put it together. I looked at every part of the skin that was slowly covered.

At the end of the hook, I couldn't bear to not kiss her back.

At first glance,

But my tongue feels opium,

Two more times, though,

Three more times, please,

It doesn't feel like you've reached Miss's nape.

I stopped because I realized it could be further away.

I heard the muttering of Miss. He was heard enjoying every touch of my lips that were getting more intensely tasted.

“A minute will be stained with error if you continue it,” said Miss.

I chuckle, he's right.

“You can't even hold back,” he moved his hips, felt my limbs tighten under his dense buttocks. The pain immediately came, the different pain attacked all the way to my waist, chest and head.

“Hehe,” I chuckled a little, then flicked her hair back to her back.

Then she got up from her seat, and chose the shoes on the shelf.

Various colors, various brands, various models, there may be hundreds in number. And he chose high heels in salem, according to the color of his dress, which wore strap accents as hooks on his ankles.

He lifted his feet, put them on, and put his unbound foot on my chest. Asking me to link.

And then there was a knock from outside the room.

Mr. Dias and Mrs walked into Miss's room, just as Miss's feet were still on my chest and I hooked her shoelaces.

We both looked at Mr. Dias.

Sounded stifled screams Madam. Mr. Dias stares alternately between me to Miss to me to Miss again.

Then he shook his head.

"I don't know who's the nicer among you, which I know your marriage should be accelerated,"

While the Madam was just looking at us while closing her mouth and blushing. Then he glanced at Mr. Dias cynically.

I smiled at Mr. Dias, I peeked at Miss's feet, accompanied by hiss moved by Madam, then stood up.

"Then, I'm going to tell my father and brothers this afternoon. I am still accepted as a family,"

"Yes yes hurry there you call," Mr. Dias waved his hand at me.

"By the way, is Dad here?" ask Miss.

"Dad just wanted to say, if Danar's dad fired your driver,"

I'm tense.

Miss sighed. Maybe he thought, what's up this time.

Mr. Dias just shrugged, "Dad just doesn't want to have a driver's son-in-law. Danar has to get back to his original position, so boss,"

Me and Miss are now looking at each other with a smile of relief on our faces.

"Ah, then... Lose your intensity together, you're not officially bound yet. Nondi, while to replace Bishop Isma, Nimas will be your ART. There are only you, when your men make art... Don't-don't Danar also double slaves," Omel Pak Dias.

I grinned at the sign that I confessed his words.

"Geez," Mr. Dias raised his hand in surrender sign "Your mother's favorite romantic telenovela! It's not my area anymore about love like this, me and your mother fell in love even after marriage,"

Mr. Dias embraced the madam and walked out of Miss's room.

Miss sat on the sofa while giggling. I went up to him and knelt in front of him.

Curse his fingers, and I peel the back of his hand.

"Where's breakfast? Your clothes are neat," I asked.

"After breakfast, we're going to Siska's engagement invitation," Miss stroked my cheek.

"What is your dermatologist?"

"Yes, he,"

"You're going to meet a socialite friend yesterday. The one you said you wouldn't want to get together again,"

"I'm more confident, because you're mine, already" said Miss as she poked her arm around my neck.

His eyes looked at me with satisfaction. Her lips were as beautiful as a blooming rose.

I didn't answer, just smiled.

So, probably yesterday when Miss was snooping and asked to come home quickly from the cafe, they were talking about me before.

You can also be jealous.

I peeled his forehead to encourage. He looked at me with sadness, like he loved me.

It seems I've been forgiven.

"Based on crocodiles, you deserve to be an idol. The way you treat a woman is quite romantic" she said, stabbing her index nail into my cheek.

Pain, and pain.

But as always, I like it.

Seeing me grimace, she scratched her nails deeper.

"Hm, who said I was idolized?! Besides you wouldn't believe that it was you I let torture me in a row" I said as I grabbed her hand and kept her away from my cheek. Can invite questions if I show up at the engagement with a bloody scratch on the cheek.

If not wrong, Madam Windy has indeed informed that there is an engagement event of Doctor Siska. His guests are from business. I've instructed Miss Windy to take my place.

"So you want to be beaten again?! I'm not charged with dying?!" it seems he is threatening me.

"As long as you can take care of my work anyway, no problem for me" I replied. You pricked my heart, too, no problem.

I will die and haunt you until you come with me to the grave.

"Well, let me think about what I should do to you while we go for a walk" said the lady as she let out a quick peek at my jaw.

Then he took me out of his room.