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My Lovely Stripper
Part 4 Bitter Surrender
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Hiruma drove the car wildly, ignoring the slamming horns from another car and red traffic lights. He didn't show any emotions at all when he did break all the laws, and kept on passing the street with high speed. All was going fine until he passed a truck in front of him, almost hitting it before adding more speed. Mamori gasped when she saw the truck losing its track and unfortunately, hitting another vehicle. Many people screamed meanwhile some cars stopped abruptly. However, their car kept on running in the street. Mamori hardly believed her eyes. Hiruma has caused an accident and he still—still looks like as if he has done nothing! Is there something wrong with him?
Although his face seemed flat, Hiruma definitely enjoyed his ride to the Shirokane public hospital. He hummed in silent way, pleased with his car's speed and the chaos he had created during his journey. It had been a long time for him, driving without control at night. And hell, it felt so damned good.
In the other hand, Mamori had never experienced that condition—being in the same car with driver who ran his car madly like devil. She was terribly afraid their car might have been crashed or stopped by police. She held her seat closely until all of her knuckles turned white. Her face was getting paler than ever.
"Are you afraid?" Hiruma asked, shifting his sight from the road to her. "Should I decrease the speed?"
Mamori knew she was damn terrified, but she knew Sena's condition was at stake. She was afraid they could be late if they decreased the speed. So, she shook her head, assuring him that she was fine. "It's okay. All we must consider is the fastest way…"
"Little bitch, you're really a bad skilled liar…" Hiruma mocked her, "you're fucking afraid yet you don't dare to ask me to slow down…"
Mamori didn't say anything. She bit her lips desperately, hoping Hiruma would stop making all condition worse. Apparently, he didn't want to. He didn't stop and continued asking her, with his way.
"Why you keep quiet? Having too much fellatio has made your tongue dull?"
Mamori's face was blushing.
"How pathetic…"
That did it. That broke her last defense. How could he say something like that to her? Mamori looked at Hiruma and burst furiously, "what am I supposed to say when my little brother is—dying there without his family around? Even if I scare to death I can't ask to make this—this car move slower! I must be there as soon as possible!"
"Kekeke… real emotion at last…" Hiruma smiled, looking at her again from the rearview mirror. He seemed satisfied with her reaction. "You need to release your anger, your sadness, little bitch. It's not healthy to repress negative emotions longer. In your situation, you definitely need some tension released."
"It's not… can't you just… ah…" Mamori held back her words. It wasn't the right place, right time, or right person she wanted to share her worries and fears. Why should he tempt her patience anyway? She looked at another direction, hoping the car would move faster. She didn't want to speak with him. She didn't want to talk with Hiruma.
"Huh, another restrain? You're full of control, my little bitch…"
"I—I'm far too worried about my brother! Don't you think that I won't let you speak that way to me when I'm… when I'm not concerned my brother too much?" Mamori snarled at him. "I just couldn't imagine that Sena. He might…"
Her voice trailed off. Her tears came out from those blue turquoise eyes. "My God, Sena could die anytime and I'm not with him… ohh, what kind of terrible sister I've been?"
At the moment, Hiruma could make sure one definite thing. Mamori's only concern was her little sick brother. That woman favored her brother more than anything. He had resolved that was the essential point he could take advantage of. Well, Hiruma would always take advantage of every single chance in front of him, even the slightest ones.
Mamori covered her face with both of her hands, crying softly. She redeemed her sound as low as possible, and tried to remind herself to stop crying. God knew how many tears had fallen from her eyes these days. She just couldn't stop herself from self-pity. Those pressures were too much for her.
He let her crying there, next to his seat. The fact was, Hiruma had never let someone crying before. He dislikes tears. He hated weaklings. He believed everyone was holding its own destiny and it was its job to gain better life with its own hands. Tears were completely useless. However, he realized the best option left was provoking her until she couldn't bottle up her emotions. She would open her heart that way. Women, how emotional… Hiruma smirked. He enjoyed watching her desperate crying. It's only the matter of time until you're all mine, little bitch.
Hiruma added more speed until their car seemed like lightning in the dark night, passing through everything with ease. In no time their car entered Shirokane public hospital. In the emergency department, Hiruma stopped the car. Then, He opened the door, allowing Mamori to get off from the car.
"There, you can go now…"
"Are you—not going—with me?" those words flew down from her lips without her realization. She just mentioned it as if that invitation were natural, asking the blond devil to accompany her. Her face was red when she noticed what she had said to him.
"Be careful what you wish for," Hiruma warned her. Gentle smile came across his stern face. "Take care…"
"Hiruma…" she called him again. Mamori's voice was deprived, torn between the urge of having someone to be with her or staying alone in the restless night. She didn't want to pick the second option. She had spent so many single nights crying alone in the hospital's bathroom, crying over her brother, being drawn by her guilt. She had no clue what would soon happen to her if she asked him to be with her that night, but she couldn't help it.
She needed someone otherwise she would break into pieces. She was too vulnerable to stand alone. She needed him. She needed Hiruma.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Mamori was still there, looking at him with her big blue eyes. She didn't say anything, but her face did it. She stared at him like she was begging him to stay with her.
Without waiting for Mamori's further reply Hiruma added, "if you insist, I'm going with you."
Soon, Hiruma left his car in the hospital's entrance, gave his key to half-sleep guard, and took Mamori's hand with him. "Show me which room?"
She quickly guided him toward second floor. In short time, she had brought him to the front of emergency room. There was none there, but Mamori knew Sena was fighting inside. She was so frustrated and mad toward herself. She hated herself. She hated her incapability for saving Sena from his pain. If only he could share his pain with me. Seeing his small body lay in the white bed always drives me crazy. Sena, my dear brother…
She bit her lips, didn't know what to do.
"All we can do is waiting, isn't it?" Hiruma told her. "Let's sit over there."
Mamori nodded. She acknowledged Hiruma was right. All of they—the family of patients could do was waiting. There was a silence between them. It felt awkward having someone with her after all those years waiting alone, Mamori thought pitifully.
The emergency waiting room was a quite and serene place. The scent of drugs and hospital tools made Mamori shivered a little. Hiruma was far too vigilant to ignore her reaction. He removed his suit and wrapped it around Mamori's body.
"Ah?"
"It's quite cold around here."
"Thanks…" She whispered with hoarse voice.
Mamori couldn't concentrate. Her mind was filled with negative thoughts. She was afraid she might lose her little brother. She was terrified everything might be worse. She didn't want to be left alone. Slowly but sure, darkness started swallowing her, dragging her into painful misery.
"There's always a chance for anything, as long as the certainty isn't zero. Well, there's never zero chance of anything for sure…"
Mamori turned her head to face him, listening to what he was trying to tell her. Is he trying to soothe me? Does he really want to lessen my sadness?
"I believe that fucking shrimp still has a fat chance to live I this fucking world," Hiruma continued. Mamori was really angry when he called Sena fucking shrimp. Damn, is he trying to mock…
But his next words made Mamori's heart jumping.
"He's your brother after all, huh? He won't let you disappointed."
Finally she knew he really tried to comfort her. He was a man that wouldn't say something nice but his blatant words made her calm. That's why she tried to give him smile. Mamori tried her best for smiling, but, instead of smiling, again tears verged in her eyes.
"Sorry, I just…"
Then, much to her surprise, Hiruma took her head closer and hugged her. Mamori didn't anticipate this, and her heart pumped faster. However, she didn't try to release herself from him. His warmth, his strength, and his soft kisses on her were exactly what she needed.
Mamori didn't know how long she let him embracing her in his arms, but her feeling turned better gradually as he hugged her, soothing her. She liked that. She knew she was out of her mind, but she actually didn't care. In the opposite, she clutched his back closer—didn't want him to let her go. She needed him. Hiruma…
"Ehem, I believe this isn't love hotel," the scary and dull voice like hissing snake came from a woman in front of them. There, standing a terrible looking nurse. Her pale face could create a cold sensation which terrifies everyone.
Mamori quickly released herself from Hiruma, looking at the creepy-faced nurse. Suddenly, she remembered that she was waiting for Sena's development.
"Where is the family of Kobayakawa Sena? I thought his sister has been waiting…"
"It's Mamori, Oka-san…" Mamori barely spoke with the nurse. Her curiosity and worries seemed killing her. She wanted to know Sena's condition badly. "How's his—Sena condition? Dr. Onihei said Sena had got high level of leukocytes—white blood cells—and his… his condition is getting worse… even Dr. Onihei said… he said Sena might not be able… to survive through 24 hours…"
Hiruma smirked.
The nurse gave her a soothing smile, which—beyond doubt—looked like a ghastly smile for both of Hiruma and Mamori. "Sena is all right by now. His immune level increases dramatically in the last minutes. Dr. Onihei said you could give him a visit in his room… are you sure you're Mamori? You look completely different."
With thick make up and glamorous sexy dress beneath Hiruma suit, Mamori left no single trace of her usual appearance in the hospital. She was quite speechless when head nurse Oka asked her about her appearance.
"Nurse, whoever you are, this woman has been waiting for more than 2 hours worrying her brother, would you please just let her giving a short visit now instead asking her such nonsense questions?" Hiruma interrupted, showing his severe expression.
The nurse noticed the danger from the man who was standing in front of her. Her instinct warned her to let that man getting what he wanted for her safety. Hiruma was still staring at her, waiting her response. She gulped.
"Mamori-san. Yes… just come inside…"
In seconds, Mamori rushed inside the room. With trembling fingers, she tried to tie her green apron. She was so eager to meet Sena, so that task seemed forever. Ooh dear, why are these knots too hard to be tied?
Unexpectedly, long and pale fingers helped her. Mamori almost jumped out from her skin when she realized that Hiruma was right behind her, tying her knots. "May I see him?"
Mamori's heart leapt. She didn't anticipate Hiruma would ask that question to her. She nodded, wearing her masker and walking inside the emergency room. Dr. Onihei was there, in the corner of the alley. Dr. Onihei was Sena's doctor for three years. His old face was pale and tired. His short cut hair and his bushy eyebrows were almost white. He smiled a bit when he saw Mamori. Her dress was different yet he could recognize her. However, when his eyes noted at Hiruma he raised one of his white eyebrows.
"Mamori-san… there's…"
Mamori quickly introduced Hiruma to Dr. Onihei. "He is Hiruma, my friend."
Hiruma sneered at her explanation, leaning at her and whispering softly besides her ear, "indeed, friends in bed."
Mamori's face blushed. She ignored Hiruma and strolled at Sena's room, opened the door impatiently and disappeared behind it. Hiruma didn't follow her and greeted the doctor, shaking his hand. He threw one of his venomous smiles, "congratulations, you've just got new mansion in Guam."
"Sir, you don't have to…"
"I believe you have done everything smoothly, Onihei. Keep up your good work."
Dr. Onihei face was completely white when Hiruma followed Mamori inside Sena's room. He didn't know why Mamori could have connection with the number one devil in Tokyo. He shook his head, wondering why this world seemed unfair for good people.
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Mamori's eyes widened when Dr. Onihei gave her several notes of medicine that Sena needed for his treatment. Moreover, the doctor assured her those lists were only the beginning of Sena's new treatment. Sena needed more preparation before he was ready for the bone marrow transplant.
"This is new treatment Mamori-san. I noticed that the treatment is expensive, but at this rate your brother needs this. Sena needs this treatment and I can't give the treatment without first payment paid."
"Dr. Onihei, that's… fine, I'll try to pay before Tuesday. Is that all right?"
"That's fine."
Mamori sighed heavily, didn't have any ideas. Oh, what should I do? Sena needs much money for his treatment. No matter how hard I worked I would never able to collect that much. Is it possible to lend money from Hiruma? How if he refused? Oh, I couldn't take his money. He will…
"Mamori-san?" Dr. Onihei called her again. "I suggest you better take a rest a while before coming here. You look tired."
Mamori nodded and walked out from Dr. Onihei room. Hiruma was waiting outside, standing there. He had been waiting for her, she thought. As she moved closer to him, Hiruma smiled.
"It's nearly 4 AM. Let me take you home…"
"Oh, that's… you don't have to…"
"I'll take you home," Hiruma cut in, taking her hand. "I'll take you home."
In the road Mamori's head kept on working. She knew she needed money badly. She had to think of another idea. She had to think of something in the following two days otherwise… no! She didn't want to consider it as an option!
The sky was still dark when they arrived in front of Mamori's house. Hiruma didn't turn off his engine when Mamori got off from his silver BMW. She noticed he didn't have time left, but she felt that she was obliged to ask him for a glass of coffee or else. That's why she quickly asked him, "do you want to have a cup of coffee?"
"A glass of coffee?" Hiruma repeated her offer. He curved his mouth and smiled. "Hmmm, that sounds interesting… I would love to, but I have no time. Perhaps next time, how about that?"
Mamori blushed. "Fine, that's for the ride…"
"No problem," Hiruma said and drove his car in fast speed. In short time, his car disappeared behind the buildings. Then, Mamori walked toward her house. She didn't have any clue that she was under Hiruma's evil trap. In the opposite, she was happy that Hiruma had been there for her.
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It was noon when Mamori finally opened her eyes. She cursed herself because she had missed her lesson in her university. She hoped Wakana, her classmate didn't mind to give her a copy of the lesson of the day. "Wakana, Wakana… where is her phone number? I thought I have saved her number in my cellphone…" Mamori grunted. "Ohh! Maybe I can find her phone in my telephone book…"
Mamori kept on searching Wakana's number in her books. Surprisingly, she found something unbelievable when she was flipping her books.
***Call me anytime, Anezaki. 0876-6666-7766. Sakuraba***
Mamori acknowledged that Sakuraba had written his number when he had borrowed her book in the class. She bit her lips desperately.
Sakuraba moved his face closely to her, whispered, "my fans are coming here, please pretend that we're studying, okay? I hate giving autograph and photos."
Mamori nodded happily. At least she found happiness in her class. "It's not a big deal."
"You know what? I've been waiting for a million time for talking with you, Anezaki. I'm so happy I make it."
They had pretended to study together to avoid Sakuraba's fangirls, and he had to write it at that time. Suddenly, her stomach ached. Did he put interest on her? Did Sakuraba like her? Mamori couldn't answer that question. There were so many if only questions in her head.
She had wished one day to talk with him, share some topics together. Since the first time she saw him on television nearly five years ago, she had built some interest in him. When she realized she studied in the same university with Sakuraba, she couldn't be happier than that. Thinking Sakuraba might like her made her frustrated. She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about her romance or else. She had to put Sena in her top priority list. All she had to keep in mind was Sena.
"Found it at last!" Mamori cried happily when she noted Wakana's number in her small phonebook. With her long fingers, she quickly pushed the button one by one. Yes, all she had to keep in mind was Sena.
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Mamori decided to give another visit to the hospital. She hoped Sena was awake when she came in his room. That day she was wearing her white cotton blouse with a pair of blue jeans. Everyone greeted her and welcomed her, telling how lucky they were to meet Mamori.
"Mamo-san!" a small yet high pitch voice exclaimed when she passed second floor. Mamori knew who the owner of that voice was. She gave her sweet smile.
"Monta-kun! Are you fine today?"
The small boy whose face similar with any primates in the world grinned widely, biting another piece of banana in his hand. "Mukyaa! I'm always fine if I meet you Mamo-san!"
Monta or Taro Raimon was Sena's friend in the hospital. He had got the same illness with Sena almost two years ago. At first the small boy had always cried until Mamori had come and talked to him. Since then, he always said to everyone that Mamo-san would be his bride. Recently, his condition was much better than Sena. So, Monta only came once a week for having medical check up.
"I'm glad if you're fine, Monta-kun… however, today I must meet Sena…"
"Hmmm…" the small boy pouted his mouth.
"I'll play with you afterwards, in the garden, how about that?"
"I'll be waiting for you, Mamo-san," Monta flashed toward the garden with wide smile upon his cute monkey-like face.
Mamori entered the room slowly and found her brother was reading one of his storybooks. Tears fell from her eyes, she couldn't help it. She whispered huskily, "Sena…"
The small pale boy who had lost all of his hair and weight lifted his eyes from the storybook. He replied happily, "sister… you're here…"
Mamori stepped closer and kissed his temple. He was still pale and weak, but she could tell he was so happy seeing her around him. "I miss you Sena… I miss you so much darling…"
Sena burst crying. "I miss you too…"
The brother and sister embraced each other, fulfilling their lost time. After several times passed, Mamori sat next to him, telling him her daily routines. However, Sena noticed Mamori's tired expression and her blackened eyes. She also looked thinner.
"Sister, you look pale. Is working as librarian makes you tired?"
Mamori always told Sena that her part time job was a librarian, that's why she often brought him storybook. Sena would never know about her real part time job. No, she would keep it until she died. "Yes, tragically Sena, working as librarian is a very tiring job. There are so many books that need me to clean and put in the right place."
"Sister, I'm sorry to make you work so tired." Sena pulled out his face. Mamori knew there was something wrong with her brother but she didn't know what that was. However, she could tell. That made her worried. "I'm really sorry…"
"It's okay… don't mind it, how if I read a new story for you? Do you like Princess Xiaoyu and Her Prince?"
Sena didn't answer. Instead, he stared at her, looking at her with his deep brown eyes. "May I ask you something?"
"Anything…" Mamori caressed his hands, staring back at him, "anything…"
"Sister, am I a burden to you?"
Mamori felt her heart stop beating. What did he say?
"Am I a burden to you?" Her little brother asked again. His eyes reflected depression and sadness. Mamori noticed that Sena considered himself as burden for her. She shook her head, quickly responded at his question.
"Sena? What are you talking about?" she tried to distract him. "Okay, why don't us…"
"Last time, Torakichi—another patient near Sena's room—screamed and told me that he was a burden to his family and…" Sena's voice trailed off.
"Honey, please stop…" Mamori knew Sena was worried. Her little brother perhaps became overreacted toward the last accident in the hospital, she acknowledged. That was a very terrible accident which had happened 3 days ago. Torakichi had been diagnosed with the same illness with Sena. He had been Sena's good friend. Thing had been getting worse until last month. His parents had sold everything they had until they had decided to dump him. As the result, the broken hearted boy had committed suicide by jumping from the window.
Sena cried again. "Torakichi had come to me before and asked me… he asked me to die like him… he told me that we're the burden of our family."
"Please don't talk about it, Sena please." How dare that boy, how could he come and told something like that to my brother?
Sena cried again, "sister, am I a burden to you?"
Mamori was speechless for a while. That kind of thinking had never crossed her mind. "Sena… no, you're never a burden, honey. You'll never be a burden for me. We're family, remember? There is no burden in family. I'll do anything for you because I love you…"
"Sister, I have forced you to work days and night, right? Don't lie to me." Sena kept on crying. "I have got new treatment, sister. It costs million yen. I knew that… I heard nurses talking about it…"
"Please stop crying. Don't worry about money. I've got enough money for your treatments, for our needs, and for everything you want…"
Sena was still crying. "You're lying…"
"Honey… trust me… please…"
"No, sister… You may be lying to me…" Sena tossed his body aside, avoiding her. "You just don't want to make me sad…"
Mamori was so down, feeling detested. She would never guess her beloved brother could say something that could hurt her like that day. "Losing you, honey, is the thing that can make me sad. I can cry for hours if you're gone. I can cry for months, years… I don't want to loose you."
Mamori could see a sparkling light from Sena's eyes, "seriously?"
"Seriously," she assured him, smiling with all her heart. "I don't want to loose you."
The little pale boy finally stopped his tears, "I love you so much sister!"
"I love you too…"
"I don't want you…"
"Sena, at this rate, all you should think is your condition. I hope next year you'll be fine. We could go to mountain Fuji together. I'll catch you a monkey to keep you company."
Sena giggled. "I don't like monkeys, sister. They are naughty."
"Now, do you want me to read you something?" Mamori offered so many storybooks to her brother. Sena picked the first one, Princess Xiaoyu and her Prince. Mamori smiled and started reading the first page, "long time ago in far far away country…"
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He was there, waiting for her. His suit was dominated with off white color which made his blond hair looked much better. She could recognize him even though his seat was in the middle of the crowd. He had sent her another red rose bouquet in the dressing room.
Mamori worked in the bar that night, as stripper. She had calculated that her money as weekly stripper and hostess might be enough for paying Sena's new treatment for a while. She was willing to do everything as long as she could release herself from Hiruma.
"As always, your performance is the best, Mamori-san," Suzuna combed Mamori's hair, trying to make it looking silky. "You are so talented."
Mamori smiled bitterly. She never wanted that job in the first place, yet she had to do it. "I just do my best, Suzuna."
"Hmm, Hiruma has sent you another bouquet tonight," Suzuna teased her. "I guess he likes you very much. What do you think about…"
"Get off Suzuna. Stop interfering someone's business!" Maria moved closer, interrupting Suzuna's question. "How are you tonight?"
"I'm fine. Talking about last night, I'm sorry for leaving. I've got emergency call from Dr. Onihei."
"Was he telling you about your brother's condition?" Maria asked eagerly. "By the way darling, I had explained to those costumers alone and I had accepted their anger. Well, you can pay my kindness back with three glass of whiskey."
Mamori raised her eyebrows, whispered slowly, "you're pregnant, Maria."
"One bloody glass or I'll kick your little butt out to make us even."
They were walking toward the bartender of Sanzo's Exclusive Bar when Mamori receive another call. Her face went white in seconds, as if all of her blood had been drained from her body. She nearly fainted when she heard Sena had got another attack and needed more money.
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Mamori didn't expect she would come to Hiruma's VVIP room in the bar. However, she had got no option. She couldn't get 50 million yen in short time. No matter how hard she had worked, she couldn't have produced that amount of money. So, there she was, inside of Hiruma's VVIP room. Mamori shivered under her kimono when Hiruma appeared in front of her, covering his tall and sleder body under black robe. His body was still wet from water. He smirked as he looked at her, "do you like my flower?"
Mamori bit her lips, "I'm here for telling you something."
"What? Do you want to return my money? I'll give you my account number, little bitch…"
Mamori snapped, "stop fooling around! I'm here for our deal!"
"What kind of deal?" Hiruma raised his voice. "I didn't remember anything except you had come here and wanted to return my money."
Mamori sighed miserably. She almost cried when she finally told him, "I agree to be yours. Please give your money to me…"
Hiruma smiled sardonically. He watched her closely, "oh? I still remember you had told me that you won't sell yourself to anyone."
Mamori's face was turning dark. She hated him. She really hated him. Then, she kneeled at him, "please, please give the money to me… I would do everything you want…"
Hiruma didn't answer her. He walked closer and carried her to his bed. Mamori gasped when he brought her, lifting her with ease. He put her in his bed, looking at her and saying, "there's no turning back after this. You're all mine."
Mamori nodded her head, agreed with him. Then, Hiruma slowly kissed her. His lips were cold when their lips met, making her shivered. Hiruma noticed the slight tremble in her fingers. He whispered seductively, "relax, I'm not going to hurt you…"
His voice assured her to believe him, she thought. His fingers started tracing her sexy curves, slipping inside her kimono. He managed to open her obi—kimono belt and stripped her naked. He kissed her again, wild and passionate that time. Mamori moaned many times, feeling the burning sensation all around her skin. His kisses burnt her.
Hiruma inserted his fingers inside her, making her wet. She moaned over and over, calling his name. She hated that torture. He made her feeling like slut, wanting him in the most archaic way. She wanted him for satisfying her lust.
His mouth moved toward her nipples, attacking them slowly with his lips and tongue. The thrill was killing her. She could hear he moaned on the top of her, torn between the urge of melting their body faster or holding his desire longer to add more tension—more satisfaction later.
"My little bitch, I hardly imagine what I have done these days. Not fucking you and keep fucking you…" Hiruma said, playfully kissed her mouth again. "Kiss me back, yes, that's…"
She did. She returned his kisses. She was kissing her when she felt his weight was getting lighter. He left her there, alone in the bed. Mamori wasn't sure was he doing until he returned naked. "Sorry for making you wait…"
When Hiruma joined their bodies, she couldn't feel anything but delight satisfaction. After a while, he moved their bodies, placing her in his lap, and joined her again and again.
"Hiruma… Hiruma…" Mamori whimpered, asking him to stop tearing her apart with his sweet torture. "Hiruma…"
Hiruma threw his lop-sided smile when he noticed her orgasm came first. He needed more time to reach for his own. Mamori gasped again, gripping his hips by her fingers. Hiruma knew he was so close with his climax. He clenched his teeth when he finally got it, burying himself inside her.
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Hiruma kissed Mamori's fingers lightly, swallowing it one by one into his mouth. She was too tired to do anything and couldn't resist his will. Hiruma's body scent was lingering her. The sweetness and softness from his touches were splendid. She closed her eyes, enjoying all his touches on her body.
"I hate wearing protection. Get a doctor and ask pregnancy pills," Hiruma asked her, giving his first order. He moved closer and kissed her mouth, tasting the delicacy from the smooth lips of her. He made her moan again. Hiruma laughed at her reaction. She was enjoying their intimacy, he thought proudly.
"I can't wait fully entering you like before…," Hiruma stated. He noted she was far too distracted with his touch. "Little bitch, answer me!"
Mamori replied hoarsely, "I will…"
"That's my little bitch…" He complimented her, kissing her again. His dark eyes were hypnotizing her when he surprisingly warned her, "you're mine now. Don't you dare falling in love with someone else or running away from me. I could do anything to get mine."
Mamori didn't pay attention to what he was saying. All she wanted was having him kiss her again. She was fully surrendered with her lust. She was fully surrendered with Hiruma Yoichi, who had another plan in his head for her.
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