Leaning My Naughty

Toilet Bed

“Young Master, later at 9 we will meet with clients at Kriston Oxey.” hotel The Secretary of the Gods explained the important schedules to Satria.

Satria only replied with “Hm.”

Satria, who had completed the class exam yesterday, now chose to focus on solving office problems, advancing the agenda that could be advanced, because she would go have fun with Nurbaya the day after tomorrow.

At 9 am, he met with a client accompanied by the Secretary of the Gods. Then, at 10 am they also met with business partners at Barseto Green Restaurant.

After agreeing, they signed each other's papers. Then, Satria sipped the drink she had ordered, as well as their business partners and Secretaries.

Before long, they shook hands after everything was done, then decided to leave the restaurant. When Satria and the Secretary of the Gods were about to leave,

Brugh! Prangs! The sound of someone falling with a glass.

Satria's clothes get dirty due to a juice spill brought by a female servant. “Sorry, I'm sorry, Mr.” said the waiter bent down.

Satria didn't care, she walked to the toilet. Leaving the Secretary of the Gods. He cleaned his clothes, the toilet was quiet, there was nobody. As Satria was about to get out, a woman came in and locked the toilet door, out of nowhere she had the key. He even holds a lot of keys.

“Hai, Darling.” said. He opened his jacket, revealing a black bra with bulging plump flesh.

Satria frowned,

The woman approached, holding Satria's tie, then stroked Satria's shirt-covered chest.

“What are you doing!” He patted the sassy hand that had stroked his chest.

“Hm, don't sell expensive so.” He's still trying.

Satria pushed the woman until she fell dumbstruck on the floor. “Open the door!” his orders.

The woman stood up, leaning back casually with a sly smile, she seduced Satria by putting her fingers on her chest. It even played the finger on its own chest, luring Satria away.

For some reason, Satria's head has been throbbing since, even his body feels hot. Something is strange.

“Did you have the waiter put something in my drink?!” Satria origin talk, origin guess.

“You are so smart.” he replied, He looked at the watch in his hand. Satria gasped at the answer.

“There is still 3 minutes left, before the drug reacts.” He smiled cunningly.

“You!” Satria immediately strangled the woman, forced to take the key in the woman's hand.

Before he held the company branch of Damrah Groub, he had learned a few tricks, from the crafty to the completion.

Although he was strangled, he still held the key with all his heart. “Ah, shit!” Satria. His sanity began to be chaotic, his breathing began to hunt, especially with the look of the woman he was giggling with.

He was finally able to snatch the key in the woman's hand, with a staggering step, he forced himself. But the woman of course did not give up, he hugged Satria, forced to kiss Satria's lips.

The half-conscious Satria bit the woman's lips until it bled. He pushed the woman as hard as he could, rushing to open the toilet door. Rushing he came out while pinching his body with all his heart to continue to be aware.

Baron and Jaka looked breathless. “Young Master.” their word. The God Secretary directly held onto Satria's hand, the Young Master's face looked strange.

“Bring Young Master soon.” Baron orders on Jaka and the Secretary of Gods. Then he went into the toilet. Look at the woman who tidied up her appearance.

The baron knew the woman's face. “You are looking for trouble again?!” The baron immediately pulled the woman.

“What are you doing, let go of me. If you don't let go of me, I'll scream.” Threatened him.

“Try it!” The baron directly hit the woman's nape, smothering her mouth. Calling someone, then walking through the back lane of the restaurant, he tied the woman up and pasted her mouth, stuffing the woman into his car.

“Fucking girl! You always act!” Baron's stuck gas, heading somewhere.

Jaka and the Secretary of the Gods take Satria to the Hospital where Doctor Haikal works. Satria's strange-looking face, covered in sweat, made the Secretary of the Gods even more anxious.