The Obsession of the Enthusiast
Good thing Only

"What are you doing in an unfinished room?"

Leo and Wana looked back and found Arthasewu Connor staring at them in search.

Leo was stunned because he remembered that he had locked the door. Why can it open? Is it less close? What is clear is a dislike look that is clearly displayed on Artha's face.

"Wana, Om said wait at the bar, what are you doing here?" ask Artha to Wana.

"Eh, this is Om, again take a look around ... Uhuk!" Wana coughed. Then he propped his body towards the large table in the middle of the room. He tried to still look elegant, but it became even like a spiritist.

Wana turned her fingers. Hehe," he continued. The sweat wet Wana's forehead.

Artha looked at Wana suspiciously. But he was more wary of Leo. So he pulled Wana and without talking any longer, Artha led Wana to the elevator and pressed the president suite button.

After being inside the elevator, Wana stood leaning against the wall while stupefied. "Ohokay! Ohok!" the cough is getting louder.

"Why are you suddenly whining, anyway?" Omel Artha's.

"Ma ... Wanted to faint Om ..."

"Well?!"

"I... Want to..." Wana drifted to the side.

"God!" artha swiftly carrying Wana's body. Then he picked up Wana who was in his carriage worriedly, while waiting for the elevator to go up to the top floor of the hotel building.

"You're so light? Have you eaten yet?" ask Artha.

"Uh..." Wana did not even answer. The girl leaned her head on Artha's shoulder limply.

Tips to 6 :

Filling the stomach before guerrilla is very important. Don't bego! Plis is!

Trick :

There are plenty of options to be filling but not to be fat, my baby sisters! Stay slim before wearing a tight dress rather than fainting, which there is shyness.

Eat Soyjoy cake, noodle glass cake, okky jelly drink cake, energen cake, Mag remedy, cake! Ah, that must be taught!! (Author is emotional).

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Arriving in the hotel room, Artha put the strangled Wana on the bed.

"Wana! Wans! Conscious Wan!" he patted Wana's cheek.

"Women... Wan.. I'm not Iwan!" wana protests, but her face is still blurred.

"Still kidding?! Why are you doing this?!"

"Of, buchain... Ohok! Ohok!"

"What's? Bukain what?!" Artha started to panic.

"Kor.. my corset..."

"Huh?"

After a few seconds of loading, Artha finally passed the Wana dress over the girl's head. Looks skin-coloured corset wrapped around the girl's body tightly.

Artha flipped over Wana's body and took off one by one the hooks on the girl's back. "Jeez, this is so fast, Wana! You could break a bone!!"

"Ohokay!" Wana coughed again, "I shouldn't have champagne!" wana Gumam.

"It has nothing to do with it! It's hard to open I'm ripped!!"

"This is a millionaaa!" exclaim Wana frustration.

"Still thinking about the price?! I will change!" artha exclaimed as she pulled the corset with both hands.

BRETT!!

Daaan is divided into two beautiful corsets.

Accompanied by the relief of Wana.

"Your God!! Haaaahh ... "

"Basic moron!" Omel Artha while throwing a pillow at Wana's face in annoyance. Wana used that big padded pillow to cover her naked body, only wrapped in a thin panty. Then he fell on the bed limp.

"You die here, my hotel could be unlucky! Building this costs trillions of know it?! Viral future: Bengek Devils Wandering in Opal Hotel. It's not funny!"

"Funny Om," muttered Wana while chuckling, but still closed.

Then Artha's steps came to a halt due to stepping on the chewy brown object lying on the floor.

"This is what's it?!" he sighed while lifting the thing in disdain.

"That's a silicone bra, Om. Can stick on the skin so let the chest mem..."

And Artha threw the thing into the trash.

"Kok dumped the hell Om!!" wana Protest.

"From now on I consider it a dangerous object other than a corset" Grumbled Artha. It was completely beyond his prediction that he would someday assume a silicone corset and bra could kill a human!

"Lt!" Wana Grumbling.

And when that happened, Wana's stomach was rumbling. "Hehe, laper Om,"

Artha just took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily.

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"Satenya sauce stuck in your eyebrows tuh," murmured Artha while glancing at Wana lazily from the front sofa of the tv.

"When did you not eat?"

"From morning Om,"

"Can't you?"

"Let her dress fit Om,"

"Silly, you're slim! Want to dry the barn or what?"

"Thank you for the compliment,"

"Ck!"

"Om Artha how could it suddenly appear?!"

"I checked the cctv,"

"What's Om doing? Get me again or what?"

"You're another predator, you know?" Artha tried to divert the conversation, she did not want to be caught if it was looking for Wana

"Who? About Leo?"

"Yes,"

"What does the predator mean?"

"She's a fan of something extreme, her target is especially one whose chest is big like yours,"

Wana stopped the chewing. "The term is like... What's?"

"Well, that's like the piip piip and the pop pip pop pop (sensors are afraid of being banned again)"

Wana gaped, "Kok who so still maintained the work anyway Om?!!" yells.

"When it falls on the pillow! Slovenly you!" artha Tegument. In front of him, Wana has no jaim at all.

"My t-shirt is being ticketed back and forth, how to try Om!" exclaimed Wana in panic, because she realized the danger that could threaten her.

"Yes, Leo's work is good, I don't want to interfere with his bed! My origin remains," murmured Artha.

"Om said to be gay with him," Wana argued.

"Who said I was so almost the entire archipelago," grunted Artha. "But I didn't expect him to dare make you a target. You've confessed to my nephew, haven't you?"

"It was, but he didn't seem sure,"

"Yes, Leo's feeling is quite accurate" Artha murmured. "I like to use him for work that smells risky and unpredictable. Such work makes the brain race harder, to reduce stress may be impingement to women,"

"Ih! Amused ah!" Wana goosebumps. "Om, can I have an oxtail soup?"

"You've 4 plates,"

"Make a backup until tomorrow morning Om, early in the morning I'm struggling with assistance,"

"Give up" Artha's mutter gave up.

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"Om, why aren't you married?" Wana tightened Artha's suit to cover her braless chest. If opened it is definitely sticking out to form a vulgar silhouette from behind her satin dress.

"Hem, why? Marriage is troublesome" Artha murmured.

They're on their way back to the boarding house. The car used by Artha this time belongs to the company, so the model is not strange. Because of that Wana just wanted to be delivered.

"Om not thinking of giving birth to an heir, are you?" ask Wana.

"Not necessarily the biological son of a businessman wants to continue in his father's footsteps. Like Stela, it seems like she has no negotiating talent,"

"really so. At least if Om dies there's someone who does Om,"

"That's it, I'm asking you to help me,"

"Gee! Really-generated!"

"How areyou? Got a boyfriend?"

"No, the person I like to be Queen Sejagad's men. The position is manned," What Wana means is Risman.

"Indeed, the stela of his behavior is terrible, yes,"

"Next time I'm videotaping,"

"Imagine if I had a few more like that,"

"And imagine that Stela knew I was being escorted by her father to his father's suit, and we just got home from a five-star hotel,"

Artha chuckled, "Seru dong, kayak soap operas,"

"Om, there's another way no, I just failed!"

"You're totally unyielding huh!" lamented Artha.

"It's a club party or something that's not formal!"

"There's next week, actually I'm lazy to come because most there just drink doang, listen to music kenceng doang, show off treasure doang,"

"What is Om?"

"Dewi Tunggullangit's birthday ceremony, in an exclusive club. But there's a lot of your rivals, especially those leaning toward auntie targets,"

"No papa Om! I'm invited yaaa!"

"Ck!!"