The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
First kiss

"T-lord ...."

Mike replied to Naya's voice in silence. He did not get tired of scanning Naya's expression at all. Now, his sharp eyes fell and were fixed on the lips of the girl, looking so ripe with pink.

Unable to bear. Instantly it was also a wild and mature thing as if to gang up on Mike's common sense. The man thinned his lips and without warning channeled something in his mind. He doesn't even care about Naya struggling to be let go.

Naya gasps. He breathed in the nearly exhausted air as the forced unification that Mike did.

Nyalang Naya looked at Mike who was like a happy smile. "Master why kiss me? Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me if it hadn't been twenty years?" jolt Naya with a slightly loud voice.

Mike's eyebrows are linked, but a second later he chuckles loudly, then casually squeeze Naya's nose. "Don't get mad. You have no right to be angry. Remember, I am the Master who bought you at a great price."

The fire tub was doused in water, Naya's expression changed drastically. Mike's words just made him realize that he has no self-esteem anymore.

Mike, who knew the change in look, smiled again. He directed Naya's eyes to look at him, then casually said, "Take care of your expression. What are you afraid of anyway? You will also get used to it. So just relax, okay. Enjoy everything slowly. I'm sure you'll like it."

Naya did not answer. He died said. He is eager to curse and curse Mike, but the opposite is true. He can only surrender. His eyes even glazed over. Now he realizes that he really did give Mike his first kiss in a vile way.

Liver pain. Naya bowed to hold back the water that suddenly wanted to spill from the eye fertilizers. He could only sculpt and let Mike dry his hair with a towel.

"You why cry? Don't cry. This is something I deserve. Remember, every inch of your body is mine. So don't cry. Accept the truth" said Mike. He still painstakingly wiped Naya's hair with a white towel

After feeling quite dry, Mike calmly pulled back Naya's chin with his index finger. Their eyes were of course also squaring. The difference in Mike's eyes shows desire, while Naya is full of vigilance.

Degh's!

Naya's heart was hit by a hammer. The rhythm slowly weakens. Lost was his hope to ask for leniency. Mike did say it wasn't by shouting. However, Naya knew for sure that the words just now were so firm and would be irrefutable.

Like a man who was entertaining his girlfriend, Mike slowly grabbed Naya's body. He hugged tightly while inhaling the orange scent produced by the shampoo Naya used. She let Naya cry as she pleased in her arms.

But soon, Mike again let go of the hug. He looked at Naya's face with an ambiguous expression. He smiled cunningly.

"Yeah, don't cry anymore. You are not hurt. I didn't hit you either, did I?" Mike paused, he rubbed Naya's shoulder with his index finger, then in a soft voice again whispered, "It's not good to use a towel for long. You'll catch a cold."

Naya. She wiped her own tears. Suddenly the feeling was not good. Moreover, Mike slowly rewinded his steps and scanned his body as a whole. The man sat on the side of the bed with his legs crossed.

"Now open the towel and put on a comfortable shirt."

Naya sculpting. Will Mike step back on his pride by telling him to eat?

"Hey beautiful, why dumb? Get your clothes off! It's not the first time, is it? So, why the shame?" mike, look impatient.

Naya gulps. He clutched tightly onto the body-wrapped kimono as if the towel was his life.

For Mike, the face that had been friendly changed drastically. He snorted and stood up. He was upset to see Naya. "Would you open it yourself, do I open it?"