Vyschella fell on the floor unconscious. But not only that, her nose was flowing thick red liquid. The woman who has the ideal body ideal for the Eve holds something in her right hand.
"Cia?! Why are you so weak?! If you continue like this, I firmly believe that you're a woman who's easily bullied!"
Kleiner picked up Vyschella and gently laid her on the bed. The cold man cleaned the wound on Vyschella's nose then removed his wife's clothes one by one and put on a nightgown which of course was made of thin and very revealing.
"Looks like you'll look more beautiful and sexy when you wear this nightgown, Cia! Hahaha ...."
Kleiner chuckled as he put on a black nightgown that showed his wife's curves.
"Oh damn!"
Kleiner did not expect that the pranks he created managed to ensnare his male desire to be channelled immediately. He tried to ignore the desire that called out to him, but he couldn't seem to ignore it any more.
"Every time I see your beautiful body, the turmoil inside me struggles. You must take responsibility, Cia!"
Kleiner quickly removed the clothes he was wearing and threw them on the floor. He wasn't concerned about the scattered clothes because he couldn't wait any longer.
"Ouchh, Cia! Your smooth skin always makes me addicted."
Kleiner press his lips and began to trace his wife's skin. Now and then a sigh came out of Vyschella's mouth, who was still closing her eyes.
"Ouch ...."
Vyschella squirmed. The woman pushed Kleiner's body unconsciously as she was distracted by the touch on her sensitive body.
"Ough! Open your eyes, Cia! Quickly serve me or ...."
Kleiner's voice suddenly disappeared as he began to busy exploring Vyschella's smooth white back, which was faintly visible from under her thin, patternless nightgown.
"Ohh ...."
Vyschella opened her eyes with great curiosity as she was greatly disturbed by Kleiner's touch. She was shocked half to death.
'How long has Kley been here? And, oh! Should I serve him in this state?'
Vyschella thought, complaining about her husband's treatment of her.
Srack!
Kleiner forced open Vyschella's nightgown until it tore. The part of his wife's body was clearly visible so that Kleiner's eyes couldn't look away from the twin mounds in front of his eyes.
"Oh!"
Vyschella could only sigh. But not with Kleiner, the man's actions were truly savage in bed.
"Get up! We'll switch positions now!"
The request made by Kleiner made Vyschella frown. Oh, no! It is a command sentence, not a request.
"Ohh, but ... IーI still don't ...."
"What?! You're going to reject me, aren't you? Do you want your family's life to be ruined?"
"Ohh, nーno!"
Vyschella refuted Kleiner's opinion quickly while shaking her head. She was afraid that her family would take the risk because of him.
"Nーno, but ...."
"Okay, let's do it!"
Kleiner treated Vyschella mercilessly. He never let his wife rest for a moment.
"Ohh, faster Cyra! Come on, faster!"
Kleiner enjoyed every game played by Vyschella. The man who imagined the face of his ex-fiancee is not aware that what is currently with him is the surrogate wife and not the fiancé who ran away with his former best friend.
'Oh, my! Is the only woman on your mind, Cyra? Is there no place at all for me in your heart?' asked Vyschella in her heart.
Kleiner, who was under Vyschella's body, looked happy and satisfied with his wife's game. He knew that he could not get the image of Villearisa out of his mind, but he also knew that the one who was currently sleeping with him was the twin sister of his ex-fiancé.
"Hmm, you really are an expert! How many men have you served? Huh?!"
Didn't Kleiner know that the woman he was with was still main taining her chastity? And, didn't he get that answer on their first night? However, why is this man still saying as he pleases?
"Oh, go on! I ... I want ...."
Kleiner started babbling. He opened and closed his eyes repeatedly. He was still holding on to the same position, where Vyschella was right on top of her, actively playing the role as Kleiner had instructed him.
With sweat pouring down, the beautiful woman continued to do what her husband liked.
"Oh ...."
Sigh after sigh sounded from Kleiner's mouth. He never thought about his wife's feelings at all.
"Are you still not satisfied enough?"
Vyschella glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed one o'clock in the morning local time. For at least two hours, she served her husband, who seemed never satisfied with her.
"Don't talk too much! Quick, put your lips on mine!"
'Oh, let's hope this is the final part of tonight's game!' Vyschella thought. She really hoped that Kleiner would end their game because she was so tired. Vyschella brought her face closer to Kleiner's, but she didn't dare put her lips to his.
The handsome man, who was with her, couldn't wait any longer. Quickly, Kleiner pressed his lips to Vyschella's tiny lips.
"Mmpph ...."
Kleiner licked his wife's lips as he continued to enjoy the movements Vyschella created. The up and down movement with a faster rhythm, of course, made Kleiner let out a long sigh.
"Oughhh ...."
**
Vyschella was about to turn her body away from the dazzling morning sun. However, she could do nothing but resign herself to the situation. Yes, all the bones in her body seemed to scream and fall improper. Her left hand was groping the empty bed.
"Is he awake?"
Vyschella opened her eyes and did not find the presence of her husband, who had made her whole body hurt. How could this arrogant man never be satisfied with herself?
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. Vyschella knew that it was Kleiner footsteps.
"Are you awake?"
Vyschella gasped at the sight of Kleiner's perfect body. The man walked to the drawer beside the bed. He took out a black card and threw it on the bed.
"Save it and use it however you want!"
Vyschella received a black VIP card with an unlimited limit and only owned by ten people who came from this wealthy family in Great Britain. But as far as she knows, the minimum balance on the card is one million Pound sterling.
"No! I don't need!"
Vyschella threw the card back at Kleiner, but the little object that everyone living in Great Britain wanted to fell to the floor.
"What's wrong? Is it lacking? Whatever the cost of your life, I can bear it!"
Vyschella glanced sharply at her husband. She felt her pride had been trampled on. Do all noble people have bad thoughts like this?
"I don't need your money because I still have enough money."
Vyschella got off the bed with the blanket she wrapped around her. She walked quickly, leaving his husband who was still surprised by Vyschella's refusal attitude which he thought was rude.