Forced to Marry the Master Employer: Injured CEO

Episode 5's

"It's late in the afternoon, take a shower!" said relaxed.

WHATS? 😨 Accompanying shower? 😨 I'm looking at Mr. Ken, gosh, which means I have to be in one bathroom with him, dong!

"What do you see? Hurry up, help me get on my wheelchair!" his orders.

"Ehm.ba.ik, Ken.." I immediately lifted Mr. Ken's body to climb into the wheelchair. His body was heavy too.

I pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom. It looks like a white bathroom. The floor is covered in milky white marble. There is a bath tub, sink and toilet that is ivory white.

"Help me take off my clothes, Vio!" said Mr. Ken.

What's taking off clothes? My heart was pounding when I heard that. Both of my hands hesitantly touched the blue dongker shirt worn by Mr. Ken. I've got those shirt buttons on. Do I really need to open it? 😨

"What are you waiting for, Vio! What's up?" ask Mr. Ken. I was confused as to what to answer. All my life I've never helped take off a man's shirt. "Are you ashamed to do this?" ask Mr. Ken. Does Mr Ken have mind-reading skills? Why does he know my way of thinking? 😨

"Ehm.i...yes.." - sahutku lirih. I dare not look into Mr. Ken's eyes.

"Not to be afraid, just think of me as a doll. I won't be naughty with you, Vio," said Mr. Ken.

"Ehm..alright...."

I started removing the buttons on Mr. Ken's shirt one by one. Looks white smooth like porcelain. My eyes are like finding a treasure. There was a beautiful sight captured by my eyes. Who would have thought it turned out that Mr. Ken's stomach had torn bread.

"WOW!!!" my spoken. So like this is the form of a sixpack stomach of a real man. It's very tempting to touch.

"What are you doing, Vio?" sounds a surprising speech. Holy hooch! How can my hand stick to Mr Ken's stomach? 😭

"Ma.af, Ken.." I said as I immediately pulled my right hand.

"It's okay, if you want to touch it, just touch it," Mr. Ken pulled my hands together and put them on his stomach. Really, my heart feels bad. "No need to be shy cat, Vio. I like it when you're aggressive!" whispered Mr. Ken in my ear. Ih, what the hell! I feel ashamed of myself! 😳

"Now, help me take my pants off!" said Mr. Ken.

Jesus, take off the pants? 😨 My heart is pounding more and more. I haven't done this once in my life.

"Ah yes, help me sit on the toilet first!" mr. Ken's orders.

I also helped Mr. Ken move from a wheelchair to the top of the closet. Do I have to do it now? I really feel amused. Come on Vio, do it! Do it! I put my hand on the zipper of those pants. My hand unbuttoned the top of those pants. My heart was getting bigger when I did it. Okay, one! Two! THE CRUTCHES! Closing my eyes I pulled the zipper of the pants down.

"It's over!" I said while closing my eyes.

"Haha!" sounds of laughter rang out. "You're so funny, Vio. Your expression is so funny! Ahaha!" it was Mr. Ken's laughter. Duh, I'm ashamed of myself. "I didn't mean to prank you, Vio. I just want to um.soak in the bathtub. I usually just take a shower sitting on the toilet and flushing with the long shower," Mr. Ken pointed to a shower. "Ehm.normally the service of men who help me but I still feel uncomfortable. However they are still others. I hope you don't mind if I ask for your help to take a bath ehm...." Mr. Ken looks down. "We're married, I um. I trust you more than anyone else to help me.." said Mr. Ken. So, I'm starting to have faith in your heart, Mr Ken? Why does my heart feel warm.

"Ehm.I'll help you, Ken.." I said as I pulled Mr. Ken's trousers.

It looks like Mr. Ken is almost plain as a baby. Waw! His body can too. Despite being in a wheelchair, she has an athletic body. Wait, do I have to help take those panties off? 😨

"Help me move into the bathtub, Vio. I know you're amused to see me like this" said Mr. Ken.

Can he really read my mind? Never mind, forget about it first. I also pulled Mr. Ken's body towards the edge of the bathtub. Mr. Ken's body then I helped him get into the bathtub.

"Ehm..alright," I said.

I turned around and picked up Mr. Ken's shirt and trousers strewn across the floor. Although I didn't see it in full, but I felt Mr. Ken was having a hard time. His hands from earlier continued to move so as to cause the sound of water in the bathtub.

"Vio!" it seems Mr. Ken was misbehaving when I turned back towards him. I think he's embarrassed to admit that he needs my help.

"Let me help" I said. I don't know why I ventured to help Mr. Ken take off his underwear. "It's over!" my spoken. "Why did your face turn Ken red? Ahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Mr. Ken's reddened face.

"Nothing," he said briefly.

Hihihi, is he amused because I made him take off those panties? 😂 He laughed at me. If I'm ignorant of him I think it'll be interesting, hihihi! 😆 I immediately put myself in the bathtub.

"What are you doing?!" shouted Mr. Ken.

"Why Ken? Didn't you say you needed my help? I'm just doing my job to help you take a bath" My hand has already held both of Mr. Ken's shoulders.

"Who is that?" said Mr. Ken suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I also focused and looked at the door. "AH!" suddenly I felt a tingle in my waist area. Both of my hands reflexively removed the grip on Mr. Ken's shoulder.

"I don't think you're this aggressive, Vio," whispered Mr. Ken. By the time I realized it was my head already leaning against Mr. Ken's chest. My heart was beating faster too.

"Ken!" I shouted as Mr. Ken's two hands began to try to remove the buttons on my clothes.

"Why are you yelling? Don't you want to help me take a shower, Vio? Of course if that happens your clothes should be taken off, right?" mr. Ken's eyes glittered cunningly. Shit, I fell into my own trap. Mr. Ken, it turns out you're not as innocent as I thought. "You haven't taken it off? You want me to take it off?"

"NO!" my yelling. "Ehm...Ken, I haven't brought a change of clothes, hehehe. Let me help you take a shower, yeah" I tried to get up to get out of the bathtub.

"There's a towel shirt, dear Vio," Mr. Ken just gripped my body getting stronger. "I didn't bring a change of clothes either" he whispered. Duh, this way I can no longer dodge.

"Ken!" yell again. Both of Mr. Ken's hands were trying to take off my shirt buttons again.

"Take it off yourself or I'll let it go!" whispered Mr. Ken.

"Yes, yes, I got off on my own!" my spoken.

Hiks, why did I end up being the oppressed one, anyway? Though my intention was to punish Mr. Ken. Fortunately, the water in this bathtub is neck-high. I also started taking off my clothes. Mr. Ken's grip on the hand felt so strong, my strength wasn't enough to fight him. Oh, my God, now what's going to happen? 😣 I feel trapped in the current state. Mr. Ken, you're not as stupid as I thought you were! 😭

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