Night With A Beast

Chapter 9

Chanin leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable position, covered his mouth slightly, and stretched out his hand to pull up the belt of his robe to separate the neckline of his robe. Sitting on the trestle bridge, you can clearly see all parts of your body. Especially where there are no fortifications, it is normal for him to visit Ran's room without wearing anything. Chanin was embarrassed to be naked in front of each other this time. He felt that his whole body was seen through, and even deep down, his face and neck were steaming red and swollen. Your eyes are afraid to coordinate with the people across the street, and they keep staring into your eyes.

Lane smiled with satisfaction, and everything on his mouth forgot that he had been smoking until the ashes fell to the ground, just to see what would happen next. When he saw that Chanin didn't take action, he shouted.

"You'll change your mind now."

Chanin came to life. He bit the speaker in the eye. He repeated it.

"I will."

Ran stretched out his hand a little and invited him to do it quickly. He then starts moving, pouring the liquid from his hand bottle, smearing it on the silicone rod, and then applying it to sensitive areas where the silicone rod will be soaked.

The look on Chanin's face didn't show his feelings at all, but she could visually see how much Chanin swallowed, and even resent herself for putting the young man in a dilemma, but that's it. Just what Rand wanted.

Chanin gave himself a beat to sober himself for a while, and when he was able to calm down, he gently opened his passage with his fingertips until he felt acceptable before he began to insert the tip of the silicone. A strange feeling and slight pain made her cover her lips tightly, and inadvertently made a little uncomfortable sound, which made her smile wider. At last the smile was so broad that almost all the teeth were seen that the dildo was almost inserted.

"This is her child."

Chanin gnashed his teeth and Ran suddenly satirized his mother, but he could only breathe in before taking Ran's orders again.

"Completed, if it is not completed, the agreement will be regarded as invalid."

It is hard to masturbate in front of those who are staring at him to destroy him, and it is even more difficult to be done so. Chanin doesn't want to argue that he doesn't have such taste, and this is his first time, but it is also a waste of energy. You can only concentrate on imagining yourself.

But, as I said, it was difficult even if he used assistive equipment, and the young man didn't feel any spring sleepiness, and the part that should have been kept didn't respond to touch, only pressure, which poured on him until his handsome face looked serious.

Run saw his brother's expression trying to complete the task, but "that part" didn't cooperate, so he smiled and put forward his own opinion.

"Try to turn on the switch to get you in the mood."

Although he refused, he finally did as Run asked. He said nothing, and slid the tip of his thumb onto the switch, and the dildo trembled slightly, giving him a more strange feeling than before. But it doesn't make people feel emotional.

It's more stressful. . . Now the pressure is too great, and he wants to stop this crazy behavior.

"It's no use."

Let Chanin take care of it for a while, and when he sees that everything is the same, Run mutters, pours his pipe into the ashtray, stands up and goes straight to his sister.

"I will help you achieve it."

Chanin's eyes widened. Before he could ask Ran what he was thinking, the other person waved his hand holding the silicone stick and did it himself.

In the blink of an eye, the silicone rod was inserted almost at once, which made his body a little thick. When he suddenly felt uncomfortable, his lips let out a scream of pain. Seeing sweat on his brother's handsome face, he smiled and adjusted the vibration of the s****l equipment. Chanin felt his whole body tremble.

Chanin's in pain. . . But he didn't even say a word. He also knows how much harm his actions have caused to each other's bodies.

So what, it can't compare with everything he has experienced in his life!

"I will make you happy."

The word that fell out of her beautiful mouth was not kind, but a threat from death. Before Chanin had a chance to accept or refuse, Run moved and pulled the silicone stick in and out, and the uncomfortable feeling rolled on her stomach. Big clasped hands, enduring painful torments, the discomfort turns into romance before a stroke when the tip of a silicone stick touches somewhere inside.

"Damn..."

"Right here."

Lane smiled and looked away from Chanina's sweaty face. Sensitive parts of her body began to change, stiffening little by little.

His steaming face was ashamed of his physical reaction. While it seems exciting that he was in this situation for the first time, it is not because of his craftsmanship, which is even more embarrassing.

To make matters worse, Rann didn't let him handle it by himself. Seeing his opportunity to bully his younger brother, he became more impulsive, so that Chanin had to lean against his chair, his body became powerless, and his mind seemed to stop for a while. Unable to control himself, he was caught in the spell of an unconscious demon, and could only pant and respond to the thrills of his whole body.

After a while, all the depression gushed out, uh, milky liquid, symbolizing the happiness of a man, and splashed on his stomach. Now, Lane finally put down his hand and got rid of his abuse of men.

"It feels good, doesn't it? I haven't touched you. Your body... what a whore."

In this second, she regained consciousness. Her slender eyes struck with her smile. Chanin clasped his mouth before answering in a stiff voice.

"Are you satisfied?"

Lane didn't answer, smiled in his throat and walked back to his seat.

"There is nothing wrong with teasing like your mother. Suspicion is genetic."

Once again, his mother Chanin tried to restrain herself from punching each other in the face, pushed herself into her seat, and soon returned to the agreed thing.

"I did what you wanted. I can go to your mother, right?"

"I remember telling you that you need toys and you make them yourself, not me."

Chanin paused, and now he realized that he had fallen into Run's trap. Just before he had done it himself, it was all over in Run's hands.

So Rand won't accept his deal.

Damn it, embarrassing shame, what did you just do?

In the absence of any controversy, he feared that he had just been fascinated by the other party's behavior, only that human carnal desires were more terrible than anything now. I didn't expect to bring despair in the end.

"Then I'll go."

Chanin knew he might flirt with him this time and not let him go to his mother according to his own wishes, so he didn't come forward. He thought to himself that there would still be a chance to calm him down first and then come back.

But as expected, he said, as he fell from his chair and arranged his robes.

"Tomorrow I'll have Mamoru take you, and today get out of here."

Chanina looks up and looks at Run in disbelief. Do you see what she looks like? Run smiled.

"Or not?"

"Thank you."

Chanin immediately clipped it, bent it slightly, then disappeared, leaving the room, allowing Run to take the time to admire the chair specially ordered for this purpose.

Chanin didn't feel good, but depressed. He has never lost so much dignity. Although Ran didn't touch his body, he was raped.

Even if he volunteered. . .

He tried to get rid of his melancholy because he didn't want to upset his mother, and when he saw his face, Mamoru sent him to the hospital early in the morning, leaving Chanin alone in the ward with his mother.

No. . . Not alone. Alone. Only in the anteroom, the room was crowded with people who had been ordered to guard them.

Like a prisoner. . .

When the mother, who was half sitting and half lying in bed, shouted, Chanin couldn't help thinking, but she gave up.

"Have you been working hard lately? You look tired. You don't look very good."

"Oh, yes."

Accepted it because I didn't want to explain anything. The middle-aged woman, who now has no chemotherapy hair on her head, smiled and accepted her son's interview, then gently stretched out a hand that was almost skinny and gently held the big one.

"If you are tired, bear it. You are going to help his brother with his work. He will also help us. Don't let him down."

Chanin nodded and accepted, frustrated that his mother had shown such admiration for the stepson. Although he had only met a few times before, when he was a child, judging from the smile on his face, he was still a child. He didn't know what was going on until Ran came to help them and did as he told his mother. In this way, she will know what she should know. Otherwise, she would be shocked before she died of cancer.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm right here. Mom should take good care of herself. If there is anything... contact me or contact the police quickly."

In the end, Prayotchanin spoke in such a light tone that she could hardly hear him, although she knew she could not contact him anyway because he was cut off from all channels of communication. The only way is to contact the police. She laughed when she heard it.

"What will happen to me, Chanin? I am so sick that no one will be so mean and even want to do something for the sick. That's what you are, take good care of yourself. I heard Ran he will buy all his stock back. Maybe you and Lane will have more enemies in the future, so be careful and remind Lane to be careful."