Night With A Beast

Chapter 6

It's considered the worst experience of his life to have to do it if you don't want to, so I don't understand why I should read how to use it for a pervert like Ran. When it's done, it's called a pretty big blow. After coming out of the room Mamoru suggested, he was guided to a room on the other side of the bedroom.

It's my father's bedroom. . .

Mamoru raises his hand and knocks on the door courteously, waiting for the people inside to respond, then opens the door and immediately says goodbye, not forgetting to finally say to Chanin: Never offend his master.

Chanin did not answer and stood motionless until the door closed, his eyes fixed on another young man, who sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand, dangling before the other person shouted hello.

"How long are you going to stand there? Come here."

Chanin hasn't moved yet. This time she turned round, and looked round the room, and saw that everything was the same as when her father lived, no different, like the decorations at the bottom of the house. What surprises me a little is why Lan keeps everything.

"I want to absorb the old atmosphere and want to know how you feel with your warm family."

It's like mind reading, Run is talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

There is no digression in conversation. Chanin's attitude made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him. But Ran doesn't care about him, and he doesn't want to casually explain his thoughts to each other. When his goal is to persecute his brother.

"Do you still have to ask until now?"

His laughter made his audience feel very uncomfortable. His teeth were clenched, and his hand was clenched tightly in the pocket of his robe, and his hand trembled as if he were trying to suppress his anger.

"Well, my Lord, what shall I do?"

When his mood had cooled, he raised his voice again, set his glass on the table in front of him, and comfortably raised his long legs, and walked cross-legged.

"You didn't want me to do anything from the first night."

I don't want to be in any night!

Chaninku cried in his head, staring into his face like a statue of Running. He was half relieved, and the other half worried that Running would think he had done some mischief.

If so, it's better to survive quickly.

"Can I forgive me if I don't want to do anything? There are many things coming today, and I have a terrible headache and want to have a rest."

Finally, Chanin decided to blurt it out. Lane sensed the rudeness of this polite remark, which made him enjoy being subdued by the horse.

"I don't want to do your thing, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to do it."

Those thin black eyebrows suddenly wrinkled together.

I thought you said you didn't want him to do this. . . You mean you want him to do this?

It sounds much better than what he was forced to do, but it was rather reluctant for him to do it with his brother and his man.

But Run didn't complain, and his mouth smiled.

"Take off your coat."

"But..." I heard the command, and then I heard it again.

"I said take off."

It was too late to escape now, and the more he looked at the black object, the less he dared to bargain any more.

If it was Mamoru, he would threaten with a weapon, but this is Ran, he would not threaten.

"Take off"

There was another ripple from the brief command, and a big hand slipped by, untied the knot around the waist, pulled the clean white robe away from the body, and presented the thick body and curly muscles before each other's eyes. Beautiful figure, like the incarnation of Greek gods. The smile from Lanny was good, but it was not a pleasant smile because it saw the graceful body. It was the winner's smile, and they were delighted when they saw that their victims could not get rid of their paws.

"Now sit down."

"Sit down."

His face was startled by the question. Looking around where he stood, there was no place where he sat except the chair or sofa where he sat. He will understand when he sees the other person lighting the tip of his chin.

"On the floor."

Chanin slowly crumbles. He doesn't know what position to sit in and finally kneels.

"You know, slaves."

Run smiles and looks at Chanin. He keeps his head down as if insulted, but this is exactly what Run wants. He wants to lower his dignity. He degraded his humanity to the point where he couldn't stand it, and then nodded again and again. He likes to see that he can't fight, even if his heart wants to fight. This is not his nod, this is his game.

But just kneel naked before him, which will make him honored. It needs more deprivation.

Like I said. . . This is a game.

"Let me see yourself this time."

"Ha!"

Chanina suddenly looked up and asked involuntarily how she could hear such a sound from her pretty lips until she was convinced again that she had heard correctly.

"Can't you just help yourself? Don't tell me you are a virgin and have never helped yourself."

He pulled up his arms, put his arms around his chest, and smiled as if what had happened was interesting.

Of course, Chanin is not an innocent person, and it is nothing new for a young man like him to indulge himself alone. But what is shocking is that he doesn't think he will be ordered to do such a thing. Even though he knew from the beginning why he was called here, and it was much better to be called here than to be called here, he could not do shameful things.

"It's up to you to decide whether to do it or not. I'll take your mother's fate."

Lane loosened his arms, grabbed the pistol beside him, and patted it back and forth. His gesture told Channing that he shouldn't offend him. This sentence left by Mamoru was also the first warning, so Channing did not dare to resist. I want to stand up and hit the people on the sofa.

"Well, well, no."

"I will," the impromptu reply.

Lane leaned leisurely on the sofa, intently waiting for his brother's performance, while Channing carefully raised his trembling hand and touched his body. He doesn't know what will happen in this situation. How could he let himself fall into such a gloomy mood?

The pressure is too great, the pressure is too great, he can't awaken the original instinct.

Seeing that Chanin was not feeling well, Run smiled, raised his hand to support his chin, and wrapped his fingertips around him, waiting to see what Chanin should do next, because then he could find more ways to play with his brother. Unfortunately, his game was not played by Ben.

Looks like that's it for tonight.

A huge palm stimulates the sensitive part, and after a while, it will respond to the touch. Machanin tried not to look at each other's faces or touch each other's eyes, and didn't want to lose his temper and give up halfway. But Rand did not let him go on like this, but saw his long, slender eyes look the other way and made a sound.

"Whatever you do... look at my face."

Damn it!

Chanin swore in his heart, trying not to lose his temper. He can't escape. He can only cover his lips tightly, tilt his eyes back and look at his brother's face. According to the order, his hands are moving bit by bit. Let Rand giggle throughout the show.