Trap Girl

The Attitude of Jahil Arkha

Fifteen minutes already, Arkha was waiting for Kanaya in the living room. It was not usual for the woman to dress up for more than ten minutes. In fact, usually the woman does not need a long time, because indeed she is beautiful from there.

Arkha was furious, because Kanaya had not yet come out of her room. Then he decided to follow the woman. With wide steps, Arkha headed towards Kanaya's room. He opened the door slowly without knocking first.

"Nay, why are you so long? We just attended a wedding. Not a party with state officials" Arkha protested as he stepped in.

How surprised Arkha was at the moment of raising his head, and looking ahead. Kanaya is having trouble tying a rope behind the dress she is wearing. That's why he didn't see Arkha downstairs.

"You, anyway! Choose a dress like this. How can I wear it myself." Elak Kanaya does not accept being protested by Arkha.

Because she had trouble tying the rope. Kanaya tried repeatedly, but always failed. She almost gave up and put on the dress she had. Of course the dress she had would not fit Arkha's criteria. Because Kanaya really likes simple things. Not something as difficult as this.

"Eh, wait! Why did you come into my room? The feeling of the door was I locked, huh. Where did you go from?" Kanaya remembers very well if she locked the door of her room.

Arkha woke up from his daydream, after hearing the sentence Kanaya said. How could the woman forget the actions she had done herself. The door to this room is not locked. That was why Arkha could enter so easily.

"A check again if you want to change clothes. It's locked up yet. You sloppy woman." Arkha flicked Kanaya's forehead slowly. Unlike before that one used a little of his strength. So that causes the surface of the skin on the forehead Kanaya reddened.

Kanaya rubbed her forehead which felt hot. The other hand covers the front of the body. Because if she comes off, the dress will fall very gracefully to the bottom of the floor.

Arkha shook his head quickly, in order to awaken his senses. If he continues it is no longer too late, but fails to come to the party. Then Arkha paused Kanaya's shoulder. Making the woman put on a cautious attitude towards Arkha.

"Why not ask me for help? So we're not gonna be late like this." Arkha then grabs Kanaya's hand, then takes over the ropes of the dress. Reversing Kanaya's body, he turned the woman's body towards the mirror in Kanaya's room.

Kanaya doesn't budge though. He watched Arkha's face from behind the mirror before him. The man painstakingly concluded the rope of the dress from one side, to the other. Until it didn't take long, Arkha finished the task.

"Where might I ask a man for help, when I'm wearing an open shirt like this." Chirping Kanaya with an annoyed face.

Kanaya's expression was like that, making Arkha's ignorant idea reappear. Then he teased this careless woman.

"You look so beautiful tonight, Nay," whispered Arkha as she placed her chin on Kanaya's shoulder. He turned his face to the right, causing his nose to stick to the skin surface of Kanaya's neck. Then he exhaled slowly, but also strongly. Intending to tempt this woman. Arkha wanted to know, how strong this woman's defense was. Even though he himself could already predict the answer to his doubts.

Kanaya's body felt frozen instantly. Ingkn raised a protest, but his lips felt so twisted. His breathing was also irregular, as Arkha increasingly rubbed his nose in a slow motion, then whispered again to him.

"How many times have I told you, Nay. Don't call me, sir. Call me darling, Nay," said Arkha.

Then end the prank by biting Kanaya's ear, and reward Kanaya with a sign of ownership on the surface of Kanaya's neck that is easily reached by the eye.