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Chapter 5 - 4. This is Not a Cinderela Story, But..... Who Are You? My Prince?

Without waiting for an answer from the man, the woman put her hand around the man's neck. Kissed the man's full lips with a deep passion. Not meeting for almost 3 days makes their minds become insane.

The man stares at the woman's black retina, diving into the meaning of the stare. The woman's neck is clearly displayed in front of her, the man gently kisses the woman's neck. It feels wet by the sweat mixed with colonge.

The woman raised her head upwards as the man kissed her neck, then turned to her collarbone. There's a subtle hiss coming out of her pink lips. The woman's hand clutched the man's cloth-lined shoulders.

The man begins to kiss the woman's lips, once, twice and then the third kiss turns into an intense kiss that makes the woman's hand crumbling on her shoulders tighter. The man presses the woman's nape to make their kisses deeper.

"Let me?" whispers the seductive man.

"Of course." The woman nodded and laid down.

The man takes off his shirt and leaves only the trousers hanging around his waist, stroking the woman's hair covering the woman's temple. Then again kiss the woman's lips and down to the navel.

"Ah," moans the woman as the man touches her sensitive part which is covered only by a thin cloth. His voice sounds hoarse because it is overwhelmed by a heightened sense of passion. The woman hissed because of the treatment of the man just now. "Do whatever it takes." The woman squeezed the man's hair.

The man immediately kisses the woman after the lips stop making noises. It's getting intense and passionate. Taste each other, suck, feel the sweetness of each other's lips. The smell of mint mixes into one. A hot kiss that makes their passion explode.

The man then undressed the woman. One of the women's lingeri collections. Throw it under the bed. He then kisses the belly button and the woman's flat stomach gently. The man's breath makes the woman amused.

"Ah, amused," the woman screams on air.

The guy laughs quietly. "You asked for it, honey. Do anything, remember?" he later said.

The man and the woman stare at each other before the man gently unites their bodies. They stomped on each other and shared enjoyment. The exhalation that filled the whole room, sweat mixed with hot passion also held back from the two people who made out to each other dominated the room which thankfully sounded soundproof.

"Aahh." Long screechings come out of the woman's mouth as they both reach climax. Both of his eyes were tightly closed to feel the sensation that appeared.

The man immediately kisses the woman's lips to dampen the pleasure that shackles them both. They both set their breath hunting, silent for a moment still in the same position. Where the man confines the woman's body on the bed. A few minutes later the woman opened her eyes.

"Now it's my turn to lead," whispers the smiling woman grinning.

The woman pushes the man's body sideways until the man's body is half-lying on the bed. He then got up and sat on top of the man's body. The man holds the woman's waist and lets the woman take the lead, storming her lips in a passionate kiss that feels hotter than they used to. The woman didn't lie when she said she was going to lead.

It is evident that with great confidence the woman begins to unite their bodies. A little stomping to make the union more perfect. The man helps the woman by making the opposite direction. The passion is getting more and more jarring, the sweat is getting dripping wetting their innocent bodies. Until finally the woman climaxes and falls on the chest of the field of the man.

They did it once more, this time the man who was on top of the woman because the woman's power was running low. The man continues to move his hips, getting faster as his passion grows. Until finally they climax for the third time.

"Ahhh." The woman squeals long as she reaches the climax for the umpteenth time. The woman squeezed the bed sheet and also the man's shoulder when a wave of pleasure came to him. The man kisses the swollen woman's lips to reduce the burst of passion as they fuse.

"Hhhhhh." The breath of those who hunt mix into one.

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"Oh, that sounds so ridiculous when I read it." A woman fumbles after reading her own work. The woman's black nail polish hand immediately pressed the backspace button on her keyboard and the screen on her laptop featured only a blank sheet of paper.

"Aish, damn it! Why is it so hard to write erotic scenes?" the woman yells in frustration.

Because you've never done it!

"Oh, that's right," the woman murmured, justifying her heart. She grabbed the cup in front of her, then realized that her fifth glass today was empty. No coffee for this time.

The woman got out of her chair annoyed, walked to her tiny kitchen, then returned to swearing after seeing piles of dirty dishes, dirty glasses, left overs and also puddles in the sink where her dishes were washed. Okay, that's disgusting.

"How long have I not cleaned my apartment?" murmured the woman after a slow breath.

The woman put an empty cup in her hand into the dishwasher. She turned to the other side of the room, the same messy room. Clothes scattered everywhere, manuscripts strewn across the floor, leftover pizzas that may have been stale on the table, snack packs scattered on the floor and much more madness in the woman's apartment.

"Huh, where do I start?" the woman sighs in frustration. She then turned to the window that presents the glitter of Jakarta tonight. "Okay. It started with myself," She said later as his reflection on the glass presented himself in a very messy way. Although only a silhouette is subtle, but the woman knows that her current look is far from normal. Well, thanks to his great concentration in writing novels and making him forget the name of bathing.

Hilona Anpuanra. A novelist working on a writing platform called webnovel. Well, can you say it's just a part-time job... Okay, said another, she's unemployed. The 24-year-old woman, who has been unemployed since graduating from college about two years ago, said she was "very concerned" about the way she was doing.

unemployment.

Oh, Hilona hates that word so much. She felt stung every time people asked her about her work.

Well, she doesn't feel unemployment. She works and earns a salary. Only the perception of a fool who says that everyone who lives in a cave -- call it home - is an unemployed person. In fact, in modern times like this, working from home is much more effective. Not that the person who just stayed in the house was unemployed.

If only Lona's life was the same as her novel character. Upik abu who is married to the prince, a wife who is on honey but is ultimately happy after the bastard, oops, sorry, meaning her husband repented, the story between the secretary and his boss or the story of the matchmaking of hate so love. There are many classic stories that are currently loved by drama lovers. Oh, another one! Stories of forced marriages, contracts and whatever it's called.

"Huh, I'm even willing if I only have a contract wife from a conglomerate man," hilona said dreamily. The woman is soaking in warm water while imagining life as if in a novel or drama.

Hilona plays foam in the large tub she uses for soaking. That's right. You didn't misread. Hilona is just a freelance-unemployed writer whose salary doesn't come every month, so it's impossible if she has the jacuzzi to realize her madness and love to take a bath. That's why she went to the market and bought a super-large tub and she made a jacuzzi style himself.

Lona's apartment is not a luxury, consisting of only one bedroom and one bathroom. Living room and kitchen into one. Peeling wall paint, taps that leak almost every week, lights that often turn off and many more things that make it almost frustrating.

"Ah, no! No!" Lona again speaks out, defying her imagination about cons and similar marriages. "I only believe that marriage is sacred and only done once in a lifetime. I can't play with that sacred bond just because I love money. I'm not Giba, that whore." Lona rants and mentions one of the characters in the novel she created.

"Hey!"

Lona jerks her daydream as someone pats her on the shoulder. The woman looked at her face handsomely in front of her.