Not my Husband

Mouse

A truly beautiful dream, her closed eyes felt glare. Lazy to wake up? Of course, it's Sunday. Sazi tightened his embrace on a bolster pillow that should not be sixpack.

Her perverted dream still vividly remembered in her mind. Drown himself on a bolster pillow that should feel bad. Truly comfortable aroma of pillow bolster. Smells like men's perfume...

"Wait, men's perfume?" his murmur realized his bolster pillow felt unsound. His eyes opened quickly. A beautiful face that last night in his perverted dream was seen.

The young man who was soundly asleep, with his face still looking pale. Eyes closed, in the sun. Sazi immediately pulled out his hand which infiltrated into the sweater that Rion was wearing. Fucking hands that touch her husband's abdominal and chest muscles.

Sazi began to sit down, chuckling."I must still be dreaming." her assumption.

A moment later his eyes slightly glanced, this was a dream, his crazy dream. Her husband is currently in Spain. So, isn't he free to do anything, if it's just a dream?

His lips kissed every corner of Rion's face, the young man who was starting to feel uncomfortable, slowly opened his eyes.

"Sttt.." hissed the woman, touching the lips of her husband who was about to speak with his index finger.

Rion silently swallowed his saliva, staring at Sazi who was sitting on his stomach, overlapping him with a parallel face."You're so annoying, you can play me in bed for too long every night. What if it's you that I'm teasing this time? It's just a dream, so I can do anything to you..."

Sensual words from her, grabbing the scarf that was in the drawer under the bed, tied Rion's hand. Refuse? At a time like this, the young man could only hold back his smile, while resignedly accepting anything, giving up everything.

The young man's lips were on his shoulders, feeling a different sensation, still unconscious this was not a dream. Even this woman bit the bottom of Rion's lips in a fit of anxiety.

"Baby. call me a sugar momy even if we're the same age." whispered Sazi, in Rion's ear.

The young man sighed violently, he wanted to, really wanted to. But it's a pity that the power has been drained, due to high fever for 15 days. If forced, maybe he who still feels dizzy will be unconscious when having sex with his wife.

Because it's...

"Why not go to South Africa?" rion asked, clenching his forehead, staring hard.

"Well.just go!!" shouts Sazi reflexively jumps from the top of her husband's body, only to realize this is not her perverted dream. Even away jumping down from the bed, retreat about three steps.

I tied my husband's hand, went up on his body. Even told him to call Sugar Momy!! I'm ashamed.he wants to hide in an ant pit or bury himself alive.

"Why stop baby!?" rion asked forcing himself to smile, releasing the bonds of his own hands.

"I... Rion I.." he said nervously.

"You were delirious all night, like you were doing it with me. Do you dream of it often?" Rion looked towards his wife.

Sazi nodded honestly, a moment later shook his head quickly, completely embarrassing for him. Maybe quite human, two years she always wanted to be touched by her husband. But after a week of being touched every night, the woman began to get addicted. Split up? Dreams that sometimes come, dreaming of a husband who is far away from him.

"Sorry, it's disappointing for you. I'm not feeling well." The smiling young man with white lips dried up.

"Not feeling well?" sazi began to approach, only to realize her husband's deathly pale face, with his hair and face sweating coldly. The temperature in his body has dropped.

"Stupid! If it hurts don't have to come here!!" snapped Sazi, returning to bed, checking the temperature of her husband's forehead, using her hands. Not realizing he was guilty of this.

"I'm a fool..." Rion just smiled at him."Can I hide in your room, before Hikaru comes looking for me later?"

"Why? You didn't come with Hikaru?" sazi asked, pouring water in a glass, helping Rion drink it.

***

A man lit his cigarette, his mouth began to smoke."She doesn't exist?" after the door of the room was opened.

"No.." the answer from a man who still smokes his cigarettes.

"Clean up," he ordered, walking into the boarding house Rion occupied.

Dor...

"Aggkh..."

"Please.to..to..to.please..."

The sound of several gunshots rang out, interspersed with the screams of some people who might have been killed using daggers. His goal? Of course eliminating the eyewitnesses who saw them, ransacking Rion's room.

Blood was in every room, people who used rubber gloves picked up valuable objects without intending to sell them. Just to make it look like a robbery, don't want to have their society imprinted by the local police, or worse, the international police.

The walls, the floor, all were splashed with blood from people who knew nothing. The victim's eyes were mostly still open, with bodies covered in fresh blood, souls seemingly filled with vengeance, on the eve of his death.

The man who was still smoking his cigarette, searched all over the place. Look for clues about where the highest-paid goals are.

The Rion's whereabouts information they got? Actually from hacking population data, when the young man showed his identity card to the local RT chairman. Data entered as a resident of immigrants.

Rion's current face? They don't know at all. Just from an old identity card, when the young man was still SMU and a mole on his neck.

The room was empty, there was nothing in it, not even a single piece of clothing. The tall IQ man who moved neatly, bought cheap clothes, changed in the public toilet, after throwing away his clothes.

Who would have thought it would be this hard just to track down a rat without protection...

"Damn.." said the man, throwing a sponge bed. It was like losing a step.

It's harder than killing politicians or the rich with strict guard. Moving around like a ghost, invisible, without a trace.

Really shit, it's easier if the young man hides in the police station. They can impersonate a police officer or enter as a prisoner. Injecting a high dose of poison to kill him.

But now? The existence of b*the dust is somewhere. Deserve the title, the highest paid target.

The man who was smoking his cigarette, sighs trying to be patient. Cigarette butts are smoked once again by him, thrown in a trash can containing dry leaves by him.

The trash can that was slowly burning, was left behind by him and his group. A genius who is good at hiding, like an accomplished chess player, that's Rion.

"Check flight data, book tickets online, and hack CCTV footage in the area of some minimarkets, catch young men who have moles in the neck area. He would not be able to live without food and drink." his orders revealed his smile.

It's like making a cage that Rion won't be able to pass. Putting up a bait in the form of warm food, for a small, confined mouse, starving.

Seriate