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ve you took me

d flew to the drink that was brought by the waiter. A couple of girls smirked at Zen and he tapped thei

he medi

the drink he snatched from the waiter, "Here. Drink up and

he fam

he heir to two powerful families, we needed this as much as these com

I glared at Zen as he threw his head back, laughing out of the blue. "Yo

a crowd of men ogled at their exposed private parts. Zen licked his lips

I only agreed with you this time for I am not in t

ation before you came to the dinne

me?" I mumbled to myself though Ze

rm of investment. It doesn't matter who you want to marry or not as long as it benefits them." Zen ran his hand

ed on the girls dancing in front of us. Zen gave me a silly smile before he leaves his seat for a girl who

le, I decided to stretch my legs to

myself a couple of times, holding out my fingers in

ey

etching my ar

He is only wearing his undergarments, his face flushed, his hair in di

, will you? Let's

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on't owe anyon

nders, curly hair and big glasses. I was there when they took you. If I haven't chased th

ed. He was the one who reported after witnessing my assault. Had it no

ed my

be." I crossed my arms and leaned at t

d for. If you are going to wear this costume and arrive as another man, the bride will freak out and I w

all and decided to play wi

you and though it is unintentional, you are still alive. Someday I will repay you. I know your family,

I laughed at Jun Wo's pitiful appearance but did not comment as I snatched his robes and we exchanged. J

door. My eyes widened when Jun Wo threw a sack over my head . I wasn't given a t

k, I could see Jun Wo running the opposite direction after we entered a very dark hall that is

y a lone red light. Angered, I took the sack off my head and frowned at my surroundings, a bit puzz

n frustration, collapsing on the floor, my heart thundering inside my chest.

. I couldn't see my hands in front of me; my h

usion. The feeling of fingers against my skin mad

ose my eyes, and returned the treatment, grunting when I felt her hand on my crotch, groping.

is is free. I could feel my heartbeat quickening as

ting. I pushed her on the cushioned floor, attacking her ears, her neck, her bare shoulders. I let my f

er moans like a symphony attune with my k

ct of the whisk

cheeks on her palm. I have never been caressed like I am loved. I could almost imagined a girl with porcelain white skin,

rizing a face, a bit

y ear. I caressed her cheeks and felt that they were wet with tears, and I bowed down to her, kissing her forehead

so delectable in darkness. It must be the environment, or the drin

my fingers around her as though she was an instrument that I needed to strum, her lips captured between mine, leaving her hel

at my heartstrings, leaving me spee

to someone I do not know? She chose this, she wasn't forced. This is for status, for money. I am o

scold myself for h

rs that is sticking to my chest every time she struggles against my hold. It took me a while to recognize that she was

I took my robes and put it on, not giving her a backw