Casanova hurried to his feet and was about to open the door.
But his hands immediately stopped because he realized something was left behind.
"Yes, that Enchanting Ring!" he remembered. The young man immediately opened his pillow and was relieved to find his magic ring still intact behind it.
He immediately put it on, right on his little finger. After that, he opened the door to his room.
"Good morning, Mora Valencia," Casanova said with a smile.
The 19-year-old girl was happy to receive a friendly welcome from Casanova.
"Yeah, good morning too, Casanova. Mmm, here I made breakfast for you." He tried to hold back a smile. His hand thrust forward a plate covered with a cloth.
"Wala! Thank you, Mora. Not only beautiful, but you are generous like Mrs. Merry," said Casanova while bowing.
But the girl was annoyed. He didn't like Casanova to mention his mother's name.
"Could you please not bring up that annoying old woman's name? I don't like you mentioning her name, what are you comparing me to my mother, Casanova!"
"Ahahaha, I'm sorry, Mora. I didn't mean to compare you to your mother. Because, after all, everyone also knows that you are not comparable. You are beautiful, young, energetic, and have a sweet face and everyone will be fascinated to see you. As for Mrs. Merry... ah, I don't think I need to explain how the old woman is, do I ?" Casanova shrugged his shoulders.
"Tell!" said Mora then. "I want to hear what you think about my mother!" The girl pressed harder, wanting to hear Casanova speak ill of his mother.
Casanova understood that Mora was just being jealous. Therefore Casanova immediately grabbed the hand of the girl who was grumbling to enter her room, then locked the door twice.
Check! Check!
"Eh?"
"Shhh.... tsk tsk tsk, do you want to know what I think of your mother?" Casanova pressed the girl's body against the wooden wall. His handsome face drew closer, until now the distance between the two was no more than a breath.
Mora is nervous about not playing!
Casanova's blue eyes nailed deep into hers. Although his gaze was very sharp, like a wolf about to pounce on its prey, however, Mora did not feel the slightest fear. The girl felt very comfortable receiving such a gaze.
Casanova's blue eyes were so clear that Mora could see his reflection reflected in the young man's blue eyes.
'This man is so handsome and perfect,' thought Mora in silence. 'W-whether, I can have it?'
"Hmm? Why just keep quiet, Mora? Do you still want to hear what I think of your mother?" Casanova tilted his face, making their noses now touch.
"S-get out of the way! I don't want to hear anything!" Mora pushed Casanova's body to quickly move away. The girl gasped for air, trying to catch her breath. His heart was racing, like the beat of a war drum.
It's not strong! Casanova was so enchanting and Mora felt like he might explode if this scene were to continue!
Casanova laughed. He stared at the girl for a moment, then began to undress.
"Eh?"
Mora's eyes widen! Staring at Casanova's chest covered with charming thin hairs.
"Why? Does this bother you, Mora?" pointed Casanova at the hair on his chest.
Mora shook her head quickly. Then lower your head.
"Why should I be ashamed, Mora? Don't you want to see it?" tease Casanova again. Then he walked over to the beautiful girl who has frozen awkwardly.
"N-no, Casanova..."
"It's okay, Mora. You don't need to be afraid."
He stroked the girl's long hair. He rubbed his innocent face. And Mora can only surrender to this kind of treatment.
His hands trembled even more holding the plate containing the breakfast. He didn't dare look at Casanova's face and just looked down.
Then suddenly a soft object attacked his mouth!
"Mmm… much!!"
Casanova landed his lips right on the girl's thin lips.
At first, he just kissed her, but after a while Casanova started to crush him, playing with his tongue to wet the entire surface of the girl's thin lips, and from time to time Casanova gave him some naughty and painful bites.
"Ugh! Sshh, d-don't d-bite my lips, Casanova… ugh!"
The girl sighed. Felt in pain every time Casanova bit his lip. But actually, he enjoyed the bite. And the saying 'don't bite my lip' is just gibberish. It was an expression of pleasure alone.
Not stopping at the lips, Casanova wanted more.
He further cornered the girl's body against the wooden wall. Casanova's hands began to mischievously squeeze the girl's chest, it seemed, her flesh had not yet fully grown.
The innocent girl squirmed. The squeeze of Casanova's hand was like an electric shock that jolted him!
"Ugh!"
"Wala! Are you surprised?"
"Hmmph..."
Mora nodded. He had never been touched like that before. The taste is surprising and addictive.
"I want more, Casanova," he said later, in a low and coy voice. She didn't want to be a hypocritical girl, who was enjoying this game.
"What are you saying?"
"I want more. Please, Casanova, do that again."
Then, it was Mora himself who took the initiative to put Casanova's hand into the slit of his shirt. Until the young man could find the tender meat that was chewy but not yet fully grown.
Ugh!
Agh!
Yes! Yes! Keep going like that... ugh!
The hand game was getting crazier. Casanova didn't just squeeze it, he pinched the center of the girl's soybean seed. Making the girl grin even more. Screaming between pain and pleasure.
But alas, in the heated game, soon there was a knock on the door!
"Womanizer! Quickly open the door!"
Knock Knock!!
Knock Knock!!
Woe! It was Mother Merry's voice.
Mora panicked! His face was frightened as if he was being held a gun to his forehead.
"Woe! How is it, Casanova?" said the girl very nervous.
"Don't worry, everything can be handled." Casanova smiled, gave the girl a small peck on the cheek, then left to open the bedroom door.
cluck!
"Good morning, Mrs. Merry. Is there anything I can help you with?" Casanova smiled. He was shirtless and only wore jeans. Her fine body blocked the old woman's view because Casanova's hand was deliberately crossed in front of the door.
"What are you doing? Why did it take so long to open the door?" Merry's mother was suspicious.
"Oh, we were just having breakfast."
"We?" Mother Merry's forehead frowned.
"Yes. Me and Mora."
"What are you saying? Mora is here?"
The middle-aged woman immediately pushed away Casanova's hand. He entered the room to find his daughter sitting quietly holding a plate.
"Oh my, Mora! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to clean the house earlier?" Merry's mother blushed. Its horns came out like a bull seeing a red flag!
"You useless child!"
"I-I... was just delivering s-breakfast, Mom," answered Mora fearfully.
"Go out! I said hurry up and get out!" Mother Merry snapped pointing outside.
As usual, he always treated Mora rudely. Screamed at him and sometimes even locked the girl in the room.
Even though Mora is an obedient child. He never disobeyed his mother's orders to clean the house, shop at the market, wash clothes, or do whatever his mother told him to do.
And now, he can only bow his head in silence when shouted at like that. Mora put his plate on the table, then walked out of the room without daring to look at his mother's face, which was like being burned by fire. Red flaming!
After the girl left, Mrs. Merry then scanned Casanova's shirtless body.
"What do you mean by receiving guests without wearing clothes?"
"Oh, sorry, Mother Merry. I'm used to sleeping in clothes. So this morning when Mora came here, I didn't have time to put my clothes on," he replied calmly. He had to lie for good.
"Argh! That's enough! Now put on your clothes too. Today I have an event at church, and you must accompany me, Casanova!"
Merry's mother left after saying her order.