The first bus passed a-crowded-with-apartment district.
It looked like a slow motion on the bus windows. The bus driver couldn’t hide his drowsiness. He turned the radio to warm the early morning.
There was a girl inside the bus; the one and only passenger he had, sat on the back row. She seemed blank, staring at the slow screen on the bus window.
“RRRIINNGGG~~~” “Hello~” “……” “I know you there” “(Sigh) what do you want?” “Ah, you soundedmelancholic; can I assume you have seen my present?” “……” “… YES, you have”
The girl never took a bus for a long time. There was usually a private or a van she used. But she didn’t drive any of them today.
“Aigooo I can barely see the road with the fog swirling around” the driver stared at the girl intensely through the rear mirror. He felt that her face was familiar. With red dress she wore and the innocence face she had really made her stunning. “Agassi, you look familiar. Are you an artist?” finally the driver asked her himself.
The girl heard him perfectly, but she gave him her blank expression for every question he asked.
“You lied to me” “Sorry, what did I lie to you?” “You said it will end” “When did I say that?” “……” “You know I never say that” “You said that you will give all the tape” “I did. That on is all that I got” “… (Hiks)” “OOhhh… don’t cry dear. I never say that I will stop to see you… I can’t… I can’t stop to see you… never. You are my dream; and to stop thinking about you is like me stop breathing; to stop seeing you is like me stop living. And the other present I gave you previously: the tape and the camera location. That was my reward for you for your service that night… I really loved it.”
Slowly, the bus stopped. The blank girl stepped outside.
“It was the worst” finally she said something for the first time in the morning. She looked tortured since she left her dorm.
“Live with me” “rot in hell, narcissist” “Not all the time. Just visit me when you are free as if you visit your lover” “……” “Don’t take my offer down sweetie. You know what I’m capable to” “No, I don’t want to” “Oh, just force yourself” “No, I will not do it” “Oh, you will. I can read your mind. Dress prettily, will ya?” Please…”
She walked into an apartment; hit the top floor. With heavy steps she had she walked carefully with hiding her face from the other people. Lastly, she faced the second door from the emergency exit in that corridor.
The bell was ringed; her heart beat crazily booming. She waited, waited, and waited.
“You’ve come, sweetie” and the door was opened.
The “click” shut the door and with a classic iron lock bar the house had been locked. From here on the story would be begun…
It was a warm morning in the early a.m..Yoona was still in her hesitation to step in inside; yet she walked in eventually. The guy who waited for her leisurely closed his door house and locked it so he could be exiled together with his dream girl out of the outside world.
Full with passion, he hugged her from back. Happily he sniffed Yoona’s adorable smell of perfume together with her pheromone which made him crazily adore her. “I’ve waiting for you for forever” he smiled as he drunk-leaned on her back.
But the protagonist girl had no response toward him; she just stood and breathed in that guy’s arms.
“Come, the breakfast is just done cooked. You come in time” so he dragged her to his dining table with various meals on it.
Half-lively, the breakfast ran romantically by himself. Yoona just ate the meal served like she was forced. In the other hand the guy was telling her how he played his days these days; started by asked her about her week, but ended with him monologued his.
But the protagonist girl had no response toward him; she just sat and ate in that guy’s dinner room.
In the end of the meal, the guy had an appreciation toward the dress that Yoona wore. It made him remember what he was about to forget.
“What a pleased figure; how gorgeous you are in that elegant red dress” the girl heavily nodded while the boy was so pleasured to see her in that dress. “Your white skin is being contrasted with the red… so pretty…”
Sliding his chair, the guy walked to her. Yoona startled when he made his move out of blue; in reflect, she stood from her seat.
Meanwhile, the guy was adoring her from behind. Then he whispered her while his hands up on her shoulders “but you will not need this today.”
Slowly he zipped down the dress zip behind and let the dress slide down; leaving her nude with only underwear. Yoona felt the shock for being stripped out of sudden; could only bit her own lip to hold the embarrassment.
There were dozens of shopping bag in his living room. At glance, she could see that they were expensive items from many high class stores; just wondering, how many fortunes he spent to buy them for her.
“Hey, I bought this for you” he took out a peach colored blouse. “Think it will look good on you” without hesitation, fully with care, he put it on her; and Yoona just let the guy dressed her.
She was his Barbie doll.
“And this too” it continued. He put feminine checker skirt on her.
Then he striped her again and put another clothes on her. It continued over and over again; restless, the guy talked to her himself, monologue-ing.
He even bought couples of sport underwear and put it on her; and spoke how sexy she was in every private clothes he put; and how hard Yoona being dressed by a guy who wasn’t her father.
“This! Was! The best!” and she wore the last dress he had for her, the pure white wedding dress.
There were popped sounds from his kitchen. “The popcorn is ready I guess.”
With single click, the guy played a blu-ray movie. He sat on his sofa with Yoona beside him; she hugged him while her head leaned on his shoulder romantically, yet without any expression on her face.
The 2-hours movie was on the run, and the guy started to monologue again.
But the protagonist girl had no response toward him; she just hugged and leaned on that guy’s shoulder.
The protagonist was so romantic… so adorable
Afternoon took over the morning, the air got heated up. Both Yoona and the guy started to sweat a lot. The movie they watched reached the credit. Yoona was still on the guy’s shoulder, leaning affectionate-pathetically to him.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” he stared at Yoona sweaty face. “Look, you’re like a living fountain. The dress will got drenched.” He turned off the TV and dragged Yoona away from the sofa.
He poured water on the tube in his bathroom. To make it perfect, he turned the tube into bubble bath. Lastly, he checked the water temperature, to make sure it was not too hot or too cold for her.
“It’s ready… taking a bath will be the best in this heat” he approached Yoona who stood in the bathroom door.
And of course, he striped her… started with his precious wedding dress; it fall straight to the floor and exposing her skinny sweaty white skin.
Then the guy pulled down her last piece of covering, the violet flower-pattern underwear which he just put on her this morning.When it was full pulled, he kissed Yoona’s buttock gently and rubbed her well-shaved pubic hair.
After led his muse girl to her tube, he sat next to her and watched her closely; watching how tense she was to be bathed by that psychopath.
It was a nice ten minutes warm bath. Yoona stood as the guy asked her.
Second later he started to shampoo-ed her. It was another expensive item he purchased together with the clothes he bought special for her.
Then he took a scrub and poured body wash. The rub started from her back; slowly moved to her neck; then her left arm toward her right arm.
When the rub upward-ed from her tummy, it became more gentle and exotic.Small breasts yet so proportional with her figure; they jiggled along the way scrub rubbed the cup. Yoona gasped in shame when the guy cleaned her tits for couple of laps.
It downward-ed to her V. With his own finger, he washed Yoona’s hair down there. Then he cleaned her V-groin-area with full attention. The girl was holding her breathe; the every touch the guy rubbed down there gave her an electric vibration which flew to her nerve, started to make her horny even without her own will; especially when he touched her labia vagina multiple times in his way washing her groin.
Cleaned up, the guy showered her with cold water and cleaned her perfectly.
“Ah, it really hot. The hell is really leaked today” he finished Yoona’s showering. “Can you showering me?” and asked a hateful idea to her.
Even though it was a hateful idea, Yoona expreslessly nodded and started to strip that guy; started from his clothes and lastly his tight underwear with a big bulge in the center.
The thing jumped out when she pulled it down. It was as big as she remembered.Full haired on its root, the glans was right pointed on her face; it was already hard and stood straight with its end part lowed to Yoona’s mouth; as if it was ready for her to suck.
It was also the special part that the guy asked her to pay attention at. Yoona cleaned it in much detail; she rubbed it hard and slow. Every time she stroked it, his penis throbbed hard.
“Oh god!! Heaven, darling”
Eventually, with all the foam stuck on his cock, “A-A-HH AHHH” he cummed and shot it right on Yoona’s face. She startled when his sperm flying right on her face.
But the protagonist girl had no response toward it; she kept stroke it and another load exploded right on her face.
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