Dream Mahligai
Season Two - CHAPTER 17 - Benign Women

"Christ ... No. .. Don't do it!! Aah Papa!!"

Too late, Christ can't be banned. His fingers move wildly indulging Giska who is now at war between likes and dislikes. Her tears say she doesn't like it, but hers now wet makes Christ sure the woman wants his touch.

"Enjoy, dear .. You will love it when you feel it," said Christ gently and forcefully pulled Giska into the opium abyss that would make Giska renege on her own words.

Christ make sure Giska won't be able to forget this. He will be submissive and submissive after Christ delivers to the peak of pleasure with only his fingers. Giska, who is just the first time, painstakingly endured the moans when she felt the foreign turmoil she had never felt in her life.

"Look?" christ asked a wry laugh without feeling the slightest bit guilty.

Giska was silenced with an unusually unbearable tinge of red in her mind. Although Giska did not answer, Christ sat back down to the next chair and grabbed the wet wipes around there.

Giska thought the tissue was for the man himself, unexpectedly Christ opened his legs again to make the man look back at his own as good as heart. Christ's mischievous smile really gave Giska goosebumps and thought about hitting the man.

"I can do it myself."

"Me alone, it's not good to work half-and-half," said Christ smiling knots looking at Giska's pale face.

Giska refused and tried to cover her legs. However, Christ seemed to be anti-rejection until the man opened it even wider. Last time he was treated this way was probably when he was sick. But not a bad guy like Christ, really Giska is really embarrassed tonight.

"You seem like the first time, don't you?"

Without Giska answering, Christ knew the answer. Just a few hours ago Alana advised him, now Christ has even made the woman cry.

Giska felt a pain and a little strange even with just a fingers. Christ just harassed her? Maybe yes, but unfortunately, Giska was carried away even mende-sah many times and would obviously make him embarrassed himself if he demanded Christ as sexual abuse.

"You want to come with me home?" asked Christ after a long time Giska was silent.

"You blind? What would my parents say if I came home like this?" annoyed Giska realized her clothes were completely unworthy.

"So come with me? It just so happened that I was alone in the apartment."

Giska was grieving, who was hoping to come home with her. Right now all she wanted was to go home, but maybe not yet because she could be sure her parents were worried if they witnessed the appearance of this beggar.

"I want to go home, but my shirt you're torn like this ... Take the initiative to buy a new one or take your shirt off."

Giska again nagged and made Christ laugh slowly, but only a few moments ago Giska cried. However, now that he is re-adjusting to the situation, is it possible because he is not too crazy, Christ thought.

It's not Christ's name if he can't fool a woman. The man promises to find a change of clothes for Giska. In fact, he actually took Giska to his apartment unit. The first woman he invited set foot into that place.

Giska who had been fooled just sighed softly when she realized she had been taken to the crazy man's residence. If you know this, he better run away with the torn clothes into his house.

"The guest room" answered Giska quickly because she wanted to leave immediately from the man's presence.

There's no sign he's going crazy. Christ is very good at one time, but he can also change at another time. The man prepared the guest room for Giska's resting place, actually not dirty because he always cleaned the place.

"Sleep, you can wear my clothes .. tomorrow morning I buy a new one," said Christ who now really can not recognize Giska.

Without saying thank you, Giska was about to close the door of the room. In an instant as well, Christ held her back with a grim face there.

"Truly sleeping apart? You don't want to be with me longer, Giska?"

"No."

"Relatedly? What you felt just now is only a few percent of the real .. You don't want to feel it how?" christ asked looking at Giska so closely.

"Wind it, but not with you," ketus Giska stared dejectedly at the man who dared to harass blatantly.

"Oh yeah? Who is she with? You got a lover?" ask Christ to hold his chest.

"No, but I'll be with my husband."

"Ah husband, yes, we have been great-grandchildren before marriage," he said to step forward, lucky Giska pushed his body until the man took a few steps back.

"Tweet? You'd better pay off that installment of your brain, maybe it's only paid off by half," said Giska then closed the door so rudely.

Instead of being angry, Christ simply stupefiedly recalled his innocent face. The man was still standing in front of the door, knocking on it many times and kept calling out the name Giska.

"Good sleep, Giska" he said slowly before returning to his room.

He smiled faintly as he stepped full of confidence. Look, he managed to bring the woman home no matter how early. It is not at all difficult to bring a tame woman like Giska.

"One moment you can't get away from me, Giska."

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- To Be Continue -