Chapter 16

He gently massaged her waist with one hand, and with the other hand, he gently massaged the tense muscles of her other shoulder, which were pressing his face, in a circular motion, as if to relieve them. As if to soothe hertense body, he gently massaged it with his large hands and it slowly relaxed again. Shakar looked at the girl’s dazed, sunken face, probably intoxicated by the scent she had been inhaling, and playfully rubbed his lips against her gentle lips. The bridge of her nose was tickling against the tip of Shakar’s hard nose, and a small wrinkle appeared on the bridge of her nose. Shakar thought it was quite cute, so he lightly bit the bridge of her nose and let go.

Looking up at himself boldly, looking at him with bright eyes full of anger he likes that girl, but she’s such an idiot. Confident with a relaxed expression and eyes like. The girl who looks blankly at him, Shakar also quite likes.Shakar filled the water boiled with herbs in the palm of his hand and carefully poured it over the girl’s body. And out of selfish interest, he did not forget to run his hand along the stream of water flowing over the girl’s body. Although his genitals were already overheated and he was very angry, Shakar persevered. It was a very unusual thing for him. Patience. There could be no word more suited to him than that.

Shakar still had many nights left to enjoy the woman to his heart’s content. He couldn’t stand it for just one night and he didn’t want the girl, who was going to spend countless nights under him, to be crushed and ruined. Funny enough, Shakar didn’t even realize that he was thinking about what to do next with the girl, as if it was obvious. He too might have been intoxicated by the drug. Or maybe he was completely intoxicated by a girl who smelled like fresh skin. He hugged the girl who was falling asleep in the bathtub several times. The woman, intoxicated by the scent, soon fell asleep in Shakar’s arms. His firm chest seemed to be in a deep sleep

He just took a deep breath without noticing that his cheek was being pressed. His fingers lightly flick Amelia’s other cheek. He stayed like that for a while. As the water in the bathtub grew colder, Shakar tilted his head back and lifted his closed eyes. He picked up the woman’s warm, moderately feverish body before it cooled down, passed the bathroom attached to the bedroom, and headed toward his own spacious bed. Shakar laid the woman’s limp body on the bed. Then, he carefully wiped the girl’s body one by one with the towel neatly placed by the bedside. Countless traces of him are left on her dehydrated white skin.

He lightly kissed each other one by one, as if reminiscing. The skin that touched his lips was so soft that he couldn’t resist his appetite and opened his mouth to lightly bite the skin. He felt bad about touching it with his teeth, so he sucked them in his mouth. He was satisfied with the reddish marks, so he engraved them in all the remaining places. He really liked how the girl’s white skin become mottled because of him. Still, his hands did not lose their purpose and were wiping the girl’s body with a towel. However, it seemed like he was putting more water into his mouth than wiping it away with a towel.

The penis, which had been angry since entering the bathroom, showed off its existence by flinching because it wanted to touch the woman’s skin. He held the genitals, which had expanded so painfully that the blood vessels bulged, so tight that the bones on the top of the hands protruded. He lightly rubbed his ugly penis, which was already dripping with clear water, up and down. On top of the sleeping woman, Shakar grabbed his genitals and shook them. The speed gradually increased, as if accelerating. Faster, faster, faster. His bedroom, where there was only the quiet sound of the girl’s breathing, was filled with only the sound of himself panting like an animal and shaking his penis obscenely in his hand.