My Slave Beauty's

Hulk

It was already evening, Fidel and Sakura had finished their dinner. Sakura's cooking was so good that Fidel spent it all, maybe Sakura only ate a quarter of the rest of Fidel's food. Now his stomach feels grand, he sits leaning on the sofa of the family room while stroking it.

"A lot of stuff"

Sakura approached Fidel and sat down beside him.

"Do you want me to massage Mr Fidel?" suddenly tanyanya.

"I'm not used to massage"

"Usually Mr. Satrio after work always asked me to massage him"

"I told you not to equate me with him"

"Sorry" Sakura's face looked sad.

"Hem can you really massage?" Fidel could not bear to see Sakura's gloomy face.

"Yes we were slaves before being sold given training in various skills, one of which is massaging"

"It looks like you guys are really ready to sell ya"

"It was our purpose to be born" Fidel felt sorry to hear Sakura's words.

"Don't say that, everyone is born not with a bad purpose. Even if things are not good, we can all fix it. One of you, be grateful that from now on no one will hurt or force you to work anymore"

"Yes this is all thanks to Mr. Fidel" he said gratefully with his flat face.

"Alright now try you massage me" Fidel laid himself on the floor mattress attached under the sofa.

"Master undress" Sakura asked.

"Why should I undress?" fidel asked frantically as he crossed his arms around his chest.

"How can I massage the master if the master is wearing clothes" he explained.

"I-I mean does everything have to be opened?" Fidel is back.

"If it could be" Fidel's face immediately felt hot, his cheeks blushing.

"I-I don't want to open everything, my shirt like this" Fidel pulled the shirt he was wearing to his chest, he didn't want to open it. Sakura could not argue with her master.

"Master turn your body back" he asked again.

"Be-be this?" Fidel twisted his body and gave him a bow.

"Yes" Sakura took out a bottle filled with oil, she smeared it slightly on her palm and started massaging Fidel's back slowly, it felt good and comfortable, Fidel enjoyed it so much that he closed his eyes, the oil has a soothing, fragrant aroma.

"Ahhhh" Inexplicably Fidel let out that voice, he came to his senses and immediately shut his mouth.

"Usually people will belch when in massage why I even sigh!" his murmurs were beginning to get frustrated again. "What am I thinking!"

"Why this master just had my back massaged, chest, accomplices yet"

"I don't think this is enough"

"Just let me massage your feet. It seems like you're tired lately" tanoa aba-aba Sakura massaged Fidel's legs wearing only shorts.

"I don't think it's necessary for Sakura" Every touch of Sakura's hand was always comfortable, she seemed to know where the muscles of Fidel's body were tired so that Fidel eventually returned without a wart. "Ekhem yes already if you force Sakura to massage my legs for a moment" Fidel threw away his embarrassed face.

Sakura smiled faintly as she continued her work, her body movements and hands looking good at massaging. Also, her long hair that is broken adds to the beauty of her beautiful face. Tonight Sakura was wearing the new clothes that Fidel had bought, only the one she was wearing this time was a slightly exposed outfit, only a piece of rope was pinning on her shoulders. Although he combined it with a cardigan but still the original form of clothing and sakura body is clearly visible. Fidel swallowed his saliva, he felt that something was starting to wake up from his sleep and harden.

Sakura's hand went up massaging Fidel's thigh, he reflexively held Sakura's hand to continue.

"Sa-sakura I can't be massaged in that area" Fidel said, leaving Sakura a little confused.

"Hem?"

"I mean don't massage my thighs it feels too tingly I can't stand it"

"Huhhhh even though my 'Hulk' who can't stand if until he is wrong I can be embarrassed"

"I'm sleepy, I'd better get some sleep now. Thank you for the massage" Fidel sat himself down and then he got up and walked away from Sakura.

"But sir" Sakura said, Sakura could only see Fidel coming into her room.

Fidel closed the door, leaning against the brown wooden box.

"It's better to just finish than anything will happen, if until the Hulk asks to go into the small forest can be critical" Fidel sighed in relief. He quickly stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After he finished cleaning himself, Fidel immediately laid his body on the bed. Today is like yesterday it feels very tired because the activities are solid. In an instant Fidel was asleep.

Kriiiing Kriiiingg

The alarm rang, with Fidel's eyes closed pressing a button in the middle of his alarm clock, he was so sorry to put it. Still feeling sleepy and still lazy to get up, Fidel tried to pull the pillow beside him to continue sleeping but his hand touched something.

He pressed and squeezed it, this thing was a little round and felt springy. It was soft, the more touching it was more pleasant, Fidel still felt the thing in his hand. If what he touches is the middle of the pillow why does it feel so chewy?

Fidel tried to open his eyes, to ascertain what he was really holding, and at once his eyes were rounded to know what was on the face of his hand.

"Huuuwaaaa" he cried frantically and occupied himself.

"My hand, my hand is no longer holy I touched it!!" regret in the heart.

"Eh good morning sir" said the girl without sin.

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Further tomorrow again yes 😄