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Mabel Cooper was taken aback, but soon an annoyed and embarrassed look emerged on her face. "Yves King, you are pushing it too far. I won't let you have your way."
"Ha, you're even more attractive when you're angry." Yves King hooked an arm around her shoulder, keeping her from struggling away. With a teasing laugh, he said, "When I saw you earlier, putting on airs, acting all authoritative, I really wanted to spank you."
"Who was acting authoritative? Back off from me, you can't touch me." Mabel Cooper looked at him angrily, "You're stinky and dirty, isn't it repulsive?"
"Well, let's take a bath then." Yves King squatted down and hoisted her over his shoulder, heading towards the bathroom.
"Hey, Yves King, what are you doing? Let go of me." Mabel Cooper struggled incessantly, her tiny fists pounding on his back as she angrily demanded, "Let me go, or I'll be really mad. You rogue, thief, bad...~"
