"stop!"
An angry shout, not convincing at all.
Instead, Claire realized something was wrong and ran away.
The high heels on my feet greatly restricted my speed.
Just as he was about to run out of the alley, he was caught by Edward and dragged back by force.
"Help! Someone help me!"
"Damn it, stop making noise!"
Edward took out a utility knife and slid the blade out in front of her eyes:
"You try to scream again, I will kill you now!"
Seeing the blade, Claire bit her lip tightly and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Damn it, it's over when you say it's over, huh?"
As he spoke, Edward pressed her backhand against the wall and raised his hand to tear off the black pantyhose.
"I haven't seen you for a few months. Do you miss my little brother?"
Claire was squeezed repeatedly by big hands, tears falling from her eyes:
"Edward, stop. I know you are not this kind of person. Don't make the same mistake again and again."
"You have the nerve to say that!" Edward grabbed Claire's hair, raised his chin and said viciously:
"It's not all because of you that I'm like this bird now!"
Such a mentality is a distorted value system.
Well-wishers give or gift money, perhaps for good intentions or for other purposes.
Only, it can't be because of responsibility.
Claire didn't owe Edward anything, but instead she was said to be the culprit.
The street lights in the alley were dim, and the areas that couldn't be illuminated were endless darkness.
Tsk~
Edward tore off the black pantyhose with force, then turned to pull off the top.
Staring at the white and tender jade rabbit, a sinister smile appeared on his lips:
"Ah...my Claire, I love you, please love me too."
He used clumsy fingering techniques, causing the waves to surge slightly.
Finally, Edward withdrew his hand, licked his fingers until they were wet, and sneered:
"Claire, how about we make up?"
There were veins on Claire's forehead. She had never been under such intimidation since she was a child: "You hateful guy, stop dreaming!"
"Ah, it seems that just talking is useless."
Edward's face became more and more hateful: "Are you going to obey me only if it makes you happy?"
Suddenly, a shoe sole hit the door.
Edward was kicked out and fell heavily to the ground.
"You guy, you really should be taught some etiquette for ladies!"
Charles, who had been following him, chose to take action at this moment, oh no, take action.
He came to Claire, took off his coat and put it on her, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The sincere gaze is moving.
Claire stared blankly at the hero who suddenly appeared, unaware that he had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again.
These two men are not good birds.
However, at the frightened moment, Claire didn't expect that much.
She looked at Charles, a little moved.
Edward got up from the ground, wiped the shoe prints on his face, and said angrily: "What the hell..."
After saying that, he waved the utility knife and slashed over.
Charles raised his leg and kicked his knee, but his arm was inevitably cut.
"Oh, damn!"
Charles' anger was also aroused, and he acted boldly.
As the saying goes, a person should put his elbows toward his testicles and leave his feet toward his younger brothers.
This decisive kick made Edward become a brother-supporting devil.
Regardless of his injury, Charles grabbed Claire's hand and ran out of the alley.
Ronan was floating in the air, laughing.
Seeing that the Covering Crotch Faction had added another member, he followed the two of them and flew away.
Not surprisingly, Charles successfully entered Claire's residence.
There was a cut on his arm and blood was flowing from it.
Claire took out the home medical kit and bandaged his wounds.
"Are you the only one who lives in such a big house?"
Charles asked pretending to be casual as he inspected the bandage on the wound.
Claire's eyes were strange, and then she realized that the man in front of her was definitely not a good person.
But just now he helped her out of trouble, and now he drives her away, which is a bit too unfriendly.
"ha."
Charles took a long breath and said with emotion: "I never dreamed of this."
"What do you think of?" Claire's eyes were wary.
Charles tilted his head with an affectionate look on his face: "I never dreamed... that I could come to your home, let alone be alone with you."
Claire was a little unhappy with the verbal suggestion of 'a man and a woman living together in the same room'.
She stood up and frowned: "Thank you for what happened today. I'll treat you to dinner another day. It's getting late, so go back quickly."
Charles sat on the sofa with no intention of getting up.
Those full and sincere eyes make people dare not look directly into them: "Do you really... want to drive me away?"
Claire opened her mouth, as if hesitating, and did not respond directly.
If you want to refuse, just now is the best time.
But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
Silence is also an answer.
Charles knew this well and leaned forward with his eyes closed.
The lips kissed together suddenly and naturally.
The dry fire is burning brightly.
Looking at Claire's confused eyes, it seemed that her mind was blank.
Ronan was floating in the air, just like watching a neon movie.
He knew that the highlight was coming.
After a passionate kiss, they both fell on the large bed.
Charles pulled out his belt and trapped Claire's hands behind her back.
She raised her hips like this, her cheeks flushed: "You... you... what are you doing?"
Charles grinned, showing a smile of unknown meaning: "Teaching."
"Tune..."
Claire was so ashamed that she couldn't speak. She felt the other party taking off the torn black pantyhose.
Her face flushed red, and she deeply regretted the mistake in taking Charles back.
As a bystander, Ronan kept paying attention to the changes in Claire's facial expressions.
From struggle, to regret, to small expectations
That's a bit interesting.
Charles took off his black pantyhose and put them between his nose to smell them.
Just by listening to the voice, Claire knew what the other person was doing, and her whole face was buried in the bed in shame.
The next moment, Charles folded the black pantyhose and used them as a blindfold to cover her eyes.
Now, it's out of sight.
Claire was a little panicked about this: "You perverted guy, what on earth do you want to do to me!"
Charles chuckled and leaned into the other person's ear.
Ronan didn't hear clearly, so he drifted over and heard the next sentence.
"You can't move anymore. Are you even more excited..."
Charles found tape in the house, wrapped Claire's hands and legs around her, and plugged her ears with cotton.
Next, he stood there.
He did not attack directly, but watched silently from the side.
Ronan's eyes moved slightly as he understood the power of this move.
From a biological point of view, depriving hearing, vision, and touch for a period of time will make the free nerve endings in the skin's epidermis more sensitive.
To put it more simply, long-term sensory deprivation will make a person's body more sensitive.
Any subsequent behavior will increase the stimulation of the bound person exponentially.
Ronan studied hard, understood the secrets of this method, and was ready to try it when he had time.
Charles stood beside Claire's bed for a long time and finally took action.
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