My Sweet Lecturer

New Bride

Yona twisted the kimono cloth she was wearing, her eyes staring at the figure of Regan missing as the walk in closet door closed. Yona's brain wanders, figuring out how she can break free from Regan tonight. Indeed, for whatever sake, Yona is not ready to have a husband and wife relationship with Regan even though they have been legitimate in religious and state ties. 

The woman chose to go inside the blanket, curled under a thick blanket to cover her body. Yeah, well, maybe this is the best way for Regan not to touch her right now.

Pretending to be asleep, Regan couldn't possibly touch me while I was sleeping.

Yona gave her smile, the woman deliberately tilted her body to the right side so that her face was not directly opposite to Regan when the man laid her body beside Yona. 

The sound of the door opening further made Yona's heart hunt down so fast. With one wish, Yona closed her eyes, starting her bedtime princess charade to trick the current Regan.

“You slept?” tanya Regan walked over to Yona.

The man was still smiling, maybe Yona was really tired of their activities all day. Regan chose to sit on the edge of the bed, next to Yona's legs curled up under the covers. Jemari Regan slowly stroked Yona's face, following each curve of her beautiful face so carefully as not to disturb her sleep.

Chewing slowly on Yona's forehead, Regan pulled the blanket that covered part of Yona's body, raising it to sweep her neck.

Regan crawled up to the side of Yona's body as she lay down. The man grabbed his phone from the nightstand, opened the messages that went in there and replied to them one by one. Many of them congratulate Regan and Yona's marriage, even now the WhatsApp chat group of complicated couples is crowded until there are hundreds of chat in there.

“What the hell,” sneer Regan opens a group message, reads it from top to last message. Regan chuckles amusedly reading the discussion of complicated couples that make her shudder herself. 

Who wants the first night of Regan and Yona, why exactly the couple's complicated look so enthusiastic that it sends some examples of style references that Regan and Yona can practice in uniting them both.

“Ck, basic couples complicated less work,” sneer Regan, then press the button clean the contents of the chat from the group of complicated couples so as not to pollute the purity of his phone.

What is that man doing? Yona desperately held back her curiosity as Regan suddenly chuckled alone. Yona punched in her intention to open her eyes. The subtle kiss on the woman's forehead made her feel an overwhelming sense of peace.

“Good sleep, good rest,” said Regan wrapped her hands around his wife's waist, slipping her hands to make a pillow from his wife's head.

It felt like a dream, their current position had never been imagined by Regan before. He did not expect that Yona would eventually become his wife even though the first time they were betrothed to many considerations that Regan had to pass to establish himself trying a relationship with a very, very different woman back with himself.

The fine snoring from Regan's mouth made Yona open her eyes. Gosh, wasn't it Yona's intention to pretend to be asleep? Why did the man who looked so soundly greet his dream realm?

Yona turned around, facing the man who had currently become her husband. A smile engraved, curving so beautifully adorned Yona's face. The woman briefly kisses Regan's lips, enjoying her husband's peaceful face that looks like the most soothing sight in the world to Yona.

Yona's hand moved up to Regan's head, then down on Regan's two thick eyebrows, grabbing her gently. Then it came down on Regan's eyes, eyes that were always looking at her lovingly. Jemari Yona followed the shape of her husband's nose, chuckling amusedly to imagine that later her children would descend the good looks of Regan.

“You are really handsome,” muttered Yona fondled Regan's lips carefully.

When she pulled her hand, Regan's hand held her hand so tightly that it made the woman gasp in shock. Regan's eyes opened, clashing with Yona's eyes which were currently perfectly rounded.

Yona's face met with red, Yona turned her face, unable to if it had to be ironed with her husband's eyes.

“Ka-you don't sleep?” asked Yona nervously.

“How about you?” ask Regan back.

Yona shifts her body to the side, but Regan's hand pulls Yona's body closer to her.

“A-what are you doing?” great-grandson Yona felt the atmosphere in the room they were in changed.

Even the smell of roses that are so thick now it feels like just like that when Regan pulls Yona's body in her arms. Regan's right hand groaned over Yona's face, then down into the curve of Yona's neck until the woman gurgled and felt amused at every touch of Regan's hand on her body.

Regan began to rise from her position, the man was suddenly already on top of Yona's body. Regan lands a kiss on Yona's lips.

“I miss you so much,” said Regan, her lips meeting Yona's lips, slowly smacking her lips, feeling deeply in her chest cavity.

Then Regan's movement went down on Yona's neck, the man left a wet kiss and a small bite there until Yona was suffocated slowly feeling Regan's delicate lips sweep a part of the neck down to her shoulder which somehow she was wearing a kimono had sagged until exposed smooth white shoulders like baby's skin.

Kiss after kiss Regan left there, fusing her longing all this time to Yona as the two of them go through a procession of pings that torment the self and the inner Regan. Indeed, Regan's heart and energy as a normal, mature man kept from touching Yona every time they were in a precarious state and position.

It could have been Regan doing it while they were both staying from the strowberry garden, or when Yona was drunk and staying at her apartment. But Regan is not her name if the man is looking for opportunities and narrowness. Regan only wants to do romance when both have legally become husband and wife and flow the reward to themselves every time the hot struggle is done.

The fine hairs on Yona's body begin to bristle, the sensu*al movements Regan made on her body so indulging, and. Yona closed her eyes, unable to resist the subtle touches of Regan's lips and fingers on her body.

Why did Yona's body just surrender to the touches of Regan's hand? The man was so good at fishing for something in Yona's body that she was hypnotized at the treatment of Regan's lips pinned along her pure white skin.

“Say you miss me,” shrewd Regan with her eyes burning full of unbearable gai*rah.

Yona nods, without waiting for Regan, the woman pulls Regan on the nape, starting their hot kiss*the two of them on the sidelines of their feelings that start to bulge until they both start to lose their minds.

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