The Rhyme of the Depositary

105 - SEASON 2

Jasmine had already begun to lose her consciousness. He's been spending a lot of martinis, I don't know how many glasses. Every sadness he had was channeled through the freedom he felt right now. His body fused in the dance, curling beautifully according to the beat of the music with a faint beginning mind.

Jasmine was only able to stare at her surroundings with a blurred look. He still had the rest of his consciousness and energy to move, but presumably his senses had been greatly reduced. He could only faintly touch his surroundings. There were a lot of people around Jasmine. Apparently the woman's dance and seductive movements managed to attract the opposite sex.

Who can resist him? If there is a lesson that Jasmine can absorb quickly, it is a lesson of flirting and attracting the attention of the adam. He has dedicated himself for a long time in this field. So that unconsciously his instincts and body responses move naturally for this. That talent is an inherited talent that may be passed down from his mother. The old adage that the fruit fell not far from the tree was a truth to him.

Both Jasmine and her mother, both have natural skills in luring men. It was as if it had already become something that nature laid out for them. Beauty, tenderness, and sensuality.

Whether this club was getting crowded or Jasmine was getting drunk, she felt that the men who swarmed her were getting more and more. Some naughty hands started to dare to touch her hips. Actually, he's a little uncomfortable. But he let the taste get eroded by the situation. What they want to act. Jasmine just needs an impingement. This is not Washington, the place where his business is scattered. At least, here he felt a little free. Become a stranger in need and purposely seeking pleasure.

I don't know how long it has been going. Either the person beside him had changed how many times. All he remembered and felt was a sense of contentment and lightness. It was as if the sky was starting to open, letting it fly away from the earth and all its sadness.

Jasmine's laughter broke, feeling happy for what reason. Maybe this is what is called freedom. Something he took from the alcohol and he drowned in the crowd. Something he got from the forbidden liquid he enjoyed indefinitely. No one's holding back. No one's holding back. That's how life should be.

In this state, there was suddenly someone pulling him quite strongly. Jasmine looked up and dodged unacceptable. He wants to feel freedom. No one has the right to hold himself back. Times like this were rare for him.

Instead of stopping, someone is getting stronger pulling and trying to stop the dance. Over and over, Jasmine saw this figure was a man who was very similar to Daniel. The same jaw line. The same eyes. And the height is not much different either.

Jasmine was drunk. He could have seen it wrong. He was still quite aware that a man like Daniel would never be able to interfere with his pleasure by stopping the activity he was doing.

"Enough! You're already drunk. I'll take you home!" The man shouted quite loudly in his ears.

Jasmine chuckled slightly, feeling that it was increasingly impossible for the man to be Daniel. The man cared and paid more attention to him. Jasmine was drunk, passed out, or even died in a place where Daniel was not necessarily willing to pay attention. It's funny that in a drunken state he hallucinated getting the attention of Daniel.

Could it be that our nerves have some sort of hallucinatory ability at something that is impossible? Could it be that actually in Jasmine's subconscious, she harbored a hint of hope of being able to get Daniel's attention so as to cast a faint shadow like this?

Whatever it was, Jasmine was sure she must have been trapped due to the effects of alcohol. The man in front of him ignored him.

"You're really drunk it turns out. Really complicate. You …."

Jasmine had not heard the man's grunts much. He was busy enjoying the rhythm of the music that stomped unstoppably. At first glance, Jasmine could still see from the corner of her eyes the man moved his lips to say word for word regardless of what chattering.

Caring for the devil with him. Jasmine encouraged the weakling of the man, and uttered an impolite gesture so that he would be left alone and undisturbed. For Chrissakes. Jasmine needs fun. Not a shitty nuisance like this.

Suddenly, without Jasmine guessing, the man carried Jasmine forcefully on his left shoulder. Jasmine's head was facing downwards so that a dizzy feeling attacked her, while her legs were held down by the man's two hands firmly. This position made Jasmine completely nauseous. He shouted weakly and hit the back of the man.

Jasmine, a strong woman who practiced daily physical and martial arts, was now helpless in the midst of her thinning consciousness and was now being carried like a sack of food on the shoulders of a foreign man. Damn indeed. Alcohol can affect people in such a way.

"Hen-ti-kan." Jasmine said weakly. His stomach is no longer broken. Unknowingly, he simply pulled out his stomach on the back of the man.

Heran, not uncomfortable, the man still walked through the crowd full of frenetic music.

"My partner's drunk. I need to bring her home. I told you he shouldn't drink much but he doesn't mind me."

With that brief explanation, Jasmine was successfully taken out through the security club without a single person being suspicious. If Jasmine could hear him carefully, she would definitely protest all-out the steps that the man took.

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Daniel put the figure of Jasmine who was drunk on his bed. The night is late. Maybe even early morning. But sleepiness no longer comes with it. Cause, what else if it wasn't for this woman.

When he needs impingement and pseudo-pleasure at the club, he is met with Jasmine. A figure he never expected before. When looking at the state of the woman, there was another side of her that wanted to protect her and take her away in a state of safety.

He shouldn't have done that. Very funny and senseless. Jasmine is an adult woman who knows very well every action she takes. If he decides to go to a club and get drunk, that's his decision. Daniel has no right to obstruct.

America is a free country. Each individual has the right to take a stand and action, as long as it does not hinder the interests of others. What Daniel did to Jasmine, dragging her by force from the club and bringing her here was unjustified.

Daniel wants to take Jasmine home. But for some reason, he undoes his intentions and instead takes him to his own home.

Now, he looked at Jasmine who was lying limp on the bed. The woman's red dress had been damp on several sides due to her own vomit marks. Apparently Jasmine could get drunk this badly as well. I don't know how many times he pulled out his guts in Daniel's t-shirt and his own dress.

Daniel decides to take his bathrobe on the balcony of the room and manually replace the woman's dress. Daniel feels a little dilettant. But then he shook off his doubts with all his might. After all, he had seen Jasmine in its entirety. It makes no difference now.

Slowly, Daniel tried to take off the dress and move Jasmine's body in the opposite direction. God fucking. Drunk women are really troublesome. The woman is nothing, but can turn out to be very heavy if she is unconscious. If Daniel was not used to training to carry weights, he would have been unable to withstand the weight of Jasmine's body which might only weigh ninety-five pounds.

After successfully replacing the woman's dress, Daniel enveloped Jasmine carefully.

"Emh," Jasmine sighed in her sleep.

You drunken smoker. The woman was completely unconscious in the slightest if she was already affected by alcohol. If the situation is like this, how fate would Jasmine if she found another man and had bad intentions towards him.

Rapists, for example. Jasmine could have been framed by such a person, taken advantage of, and then somehow had her fate been in the wrong hands.

Daniel has to warn Jasmine seriously tomorrow. Women are not good to be drunk in a foreign place without a companion. How many criminal cases have occurred due to negligence committed by women. Crime can happen not only because there is an intention, but there is also an opportunity. There are many things that were not intended, but because of the opportunity it can happen just like that. If the crime is fatal, the loss is still the woman.

Slowly, Daniel left the room and walked to another empty room not far away. He changed his clothes in sleeping pajamas and took a lying position on the bed. Both hands he folds under his head. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the room.

Insomnia that he suffered made Daniel not easy to sleep. He spent a lot of time letting second by second get missed just like that. Until without feeling, Daniel can only close his eyes when the dawn has turned.

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