My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Sneakily

Fujiko biting her own lips slowly grabbed Raka's hair. But also want to push it. He was confused at the moment, unable to speak at all, afraid that their absurd deeds would be discovered.

Why not in the bushes if you want to be in the extreme? If in the bushes it will probably be caught by the villagers, it can escape quickly. But these? In the conglomerate's room? Is Raka crazy? If caught, they will be put in jail.

"Raka already!" she shrieked, but instead hugged Raka as their bodies slowly fused."Hen...stop!" his door, clawing firmly on the back of the man who was enjoying the niche of his neck.

"Stop!?" raka asked moving his body, this was really fun, his wife even covered her own mouth, not wanting to make the slightest sound. His eyes were closed with his body shaking slowly.

"Let's talk, let's get your voice out" said Raka, licking her neck again. It's fun, it's really fun. A woman who is scared but wants it. It's like being psychologically depressed.

"Bec... Raka, if the room owner comes in. We-" His words came to a halt, the young man kissing his lips. Stupidly Fujiko replied.

Wanted but scared, a strange sensation from his wife. Sometimes it's fun to do something like this. Fujiko kept her own mouth shut in a room equipped with silencers.

"Stop! Already!" pinta Fujiko again.

Raka just kept quiet, didn't say much like his wife. It was really anxious, until the young man gasped for breath, peeking back at his wife's neck. Feel his body feel more relaxed, a sense of happiness that makes him smile, want a child from his wife? Sure oes.

"I want some more. We'll try in the bathtub, okay?" ask Raka.

Plaque!

"Raka!" a voice snapped from Fujiko, after hitting her husband's head.

But still, three hours passed, the owner of the room had not come yet. Until they clean their bodies. Breeding, is a must to maintain the population is not it? They are therefore one of the members of the human species responsible for multiplying the human population.

Fujiko's eyes peeked with wet hair. Classic interior, typical adult men. The bed is like a noble, with curtains. A special room contains clothes, shoes, and accessories for men. Who is the owner of this room?

The woman realized that there were several photos in the room. Pictures of children are his concern. His face was smiling, an old photograph was seen, a child with a shave bangs like a bowl, wearing a tuxedo suit, typical of conglomerate sons. A really handsome boy.

It is like no stranger to the child. Fujiko tried to remember it, then closed her own mouth.

"Prince!" his inner self, given his ridiculous behavior entered the village chief's house, only to meet the rich prince of the abductees.

"Damn, this is the room! Why a coincidence?" inner again.

Until his eyes came back, swallowing his own saliva. Want to know how the child grew up after a dozen years passed. We just think of it as kepo.

"Let's go home," Raka who just came out of the bathroom hugged him from behind.

The woman gave a rough breath. He can't tell Raka. If Raka knew what would be jealous and silence her like before? No, Raka can't know at all.

One photo that is visible from the right side of the glass shelf is not achieved. The real photo contains a photo of her husband when SMU.

"We're home..." Fujiko sighed harshly, doing indecent things in her acquaintance's room as a child.

When passing through the shelves, the photo that can only be seen from the right side of the glass shelf was glimpsed by Fujiko. But Raka quickly covered the photo by leaning on the shelf.

"What's wrong?" raka asked with a smile, hiding a photo of the actual owner of the room.

"Ti. it's okay" Fujiko answered, like a wife who's afraid of cheating.

"Oh. Let's go home before we get caught. Next time what if we do something like this again?" tanya Raka followed in Fujiko's footsteps who walked away.

"No way!" Fujiko.

*

As before, the young man and his wife were sneaking around, heading towards the parking lot. While two security people in the security post hit his forehead staring strangely at the CCTV around the house.

"What is young master Raka doing?" ask security who is drinking coffee.

"Maybe bring her boyfriend secretly. Ordinary young man, by the way his girlfriend is pretty too huh? Prettier than young master Immanuel's fiancee." Another security murmur who was eating a donut.

"A few hours ago they went into the room through the side door, then closed the room curtains, right?" Security who still held his coffee again asked.

"Yes, rich man's son, his behavior is just fine. Have a beautiful girlfriend instead of being introduced well instead of directly collecting kebo," Mouth security that eats donuts is still full. The button on the tap opens the gate automatically, as Raka drives Fujiko's motorcycle leaving the main residence.

*

Fujiko stared in surprise, the gate closed, opening automatically again. What's the matter? Is it just a coincidence that the system is broken? I don't know, but it's really stressful for him.

The wind hit a bit of Raka's hair that was not perfectly covered by the helmet. Occasionally humming ria forward motor owned by his wife."Finally doing it in the bathtub as well," he murmured with a wild fantasy fulfilled. Three places have been tried, his bedroom bed, bathtub, even under the shower.

"Finally! And finally! I almost died a hanger! If the original owner of the room came how!?" snapped Fujiko, still hugging Raka from behind.

"It's okay, I'll have a side door lock. So we can escape quickly, "the sinless answer of the husband.

A really annoying husband, always takes things lightly. But somehow Fujiko still thinks one thing, about the child in the photo, suddenly hugged Raka tightly.

A fleeting childhood memory, he previously only remembered himself entering the village chief's room, then sleeping with the child he called the prince. But for some reason his hands suddenly trembled, remembering something.

The boy who stared coldly with a breath of breath, carrying a knife."Don't come any closer! Or I'll kill you!" sniffed the boy at that time.

The handsome face he had always admired changed. The blood dripping from the wound the child remembered. He also began to remember how the boy almost scratched his own neck, because his parents forcibly picked him up. The events witnessed by the entire village.

He who was still too small at the time, was only glued to a handsome face and expensive clothes thought the terrible child was a prince. Sneaking into the village chief's room at midnight. The place where the child was hiding was carrying a knife. Now Fujiko remembers, the boy also threatened and injured his arm.

"I'm happy!" shouted Raka after getting the ration. While Fujiko just smiled, he will only remember the child not as a beautiful memory again. But a terrifying memory, maybe the boy will grow up to be a serial killer.