"If you plan to continue to be in my arms that's fine too," said Hans casually.
Then roughly tore Achiera's shirt.
Spontaneously Achiera screamed, "Hans ... you? What are you doing?" screamed Achiera, but Hans still continued his action of tearing Achiera's clothes.
Until in the end, Achiera was bare-chested, because the remnants of the clothes that had stuck to her body had been carried away by the waves.
Still in Hans's arms, Achiera covered herself with her hands.
"What are you covering for? Which part of your body that I did not see and touch before? I have even tasted every inch of your body," said Hans while licking his lips.
Achiera was silent, wondering; 'What does this pysco guy actually mean?'
Slowly, Hans made Achiera stand on her own two legs.
"Let's swim ..." Hans said immediately splashing water on to Achiera using his palms.
"Hans ... you?" Achiera said in reflex to protect herself.
