Abhimanyu : Pelakor Rentals
29. Husband's Lust

"Your hp seems to be busy early in the morning." Abhimanyu would not comment because his wife was just busy playing mobile phone. "Why?"

Rara smiled happily. "There is an offer. From my friends."

"Content about Juwita's gift?"

Rara looked. "Kok know? Don't tell me you told them?"

The man showed his own phone showing news of the generous stepmother carrying hundreds of gift boxes to the wedding of his two stepchildren.

"Without me telling you to go viral on your own."

Rara plays cell phone for a moment. "The gift must be chosen first means well."

"No need. Show me everything."

"No! Too show-off, crazy!"

"The more you show off the more people squirm at you." Abhimanyu smiled curiously. "Artists are like that. Moreover, influencers whose target audience is an average young adult. The more you show them the life that makes them dream your life, the more they like and wait for you. Obviously, many will also blaspheme you. But the edges are risks."

Rara knows that too.

After discussing with Abhimanyu, Rara agreed to the offer of her friends.

*

Of course before creating content there must be preparation first. Their wedding gifts, especially those given by Juwita were instantly transferred to the Abhimanyu residence for safekeeping. Also today Rara came to her new room as Abhimanyu's wife.

"So I got Sakura's room?" rara asked as she followed Abhimanyu's steps.

"You want Sakura's room?"

"I'm nanya, why are you even turning back?"

"So I also ask you to go back again."

Rara puffed her cheeks and Abhimanyu laughed instead. The man continued to step up the stairs, past the floor that Rara remembered where Sakura's room was. They went up to the top floor.

Rara's legs even ached before Abhimanyu finally stopped, pushing a twin door open. As the room inside was visible, Rara held her breath for a moment.

The girl stepped in and instantly a fragrant fragrance filled her kiss. Rara's eyes circled the luxurious room that looked like part of that glass palace. Almost entirely white and transparent, but a number of red camellia flower decorations are placed giving the reflection of a reddish color on the surface of white ceramic.

"This is for me?"

"It's so selfish of you to sleep alone. This is my room too."

Rara's dumbfounded. "So we sleep together every mallem?"

Abhimanyu closed the door. "I also like to take naps."

Okay, for the umpteenth time Rara was late to realize the danger. His legs spontaneously retreated and continued to retreat as Abhimanyu walked closer. Moreover, while walking, Abhimanyu released one by one the buttons of his black shirt without releasing a look from Rara.

"Still in the morning, Abhimanyu." Rara tried to avoid. "Subject wait malem—"

"Ranaya." Abhimanyu threw his jacket on the floor just like that. "If you want to be a perfect wife, you're pretty keen on one thing."

"That perfect wife" Abhimanyu slipped between her legs, "would not refuse her husband."

For the second time their lips meet. Rara clasped Abhimanyu's shoulder as a form of impingement but as she said, Rara did not refuse.

The room that was silent was now filled with indecent voices. Rara repeatedly closed her mouth as she realized that her voice was reflected in the room, as if it had been deliberately designed so.

"You are not a child" Abhimanyu whispered in his ear. "Go out the one you want."

Apparently the man realized that Rara was ashamed to act more. Shame and awkward to look like. But Abhimanyu's whisper managed to get him a little motivated.

Rara pulled the man's face, kissing him on her own accord. Abhimanyu returned Rara's wish, giving her a kiss that seemed to have no speech at all.

"Don't be afraid." Abhimanyu gently rubbed the slender belly of the girl as she looked somewhat doubtful. "It hurts, but it won't take too long."

Rara closed her eyes tightly, still feeling afraid if the pain turned out to be hard to endure. But a moment after that Rara opened her eyes, clearly feeling Abhimanyu's lips on her forehead.

The tenderness that the man gave her cradled Rara to calm down.

Abhimanyu then bowed, gently rubbing his wife's tears before giving a sweet kiss on her lips.

"If you cry, the effect becomes rape."

Rara hits Abhimanyu's shoulder. "It hurts really."

The man even laughed.

"Hand." Rara looked for Abhimanyu's hands and grabbed them. "You .. can move."

Little smile on Abhimanyu's lips. According to Rara's words as well as the wishes of his own heart, Abhimanyu began to move his body.

*

Olivia entered the Abhimanyu residence while holding a map in her hand. The beautiful legged woman naturally behaved like this her own home, because indeed Olivia even stayed here for weeks if she wanted to. Whether there was Abhimanyu or no Abhimanyu, Olivia was considered natural to be there.

"Have you come home?" ask the waiter.

"Already, Ma'am. Dad's on top of his wife."

Olivia blinked, had forgotten that Abhimanyu was married yesterday. Indeed he did not come because the wedding yesterday was more like a special event Rara family only. Abhimanyu did not even give an invitation to anyone other than his parents and younger siblings.

"You know I came." Olivia carries important information she asked for so maybe she'll want to hear it soon.

But the waiter replied, "I don't think it can now. You said don't bother first."

Olivia fell silent. For him who was used to accompanying Abhimanyu even after he had slept with Sakura first, or even when there was Sakura at home, it was foreign to him being pushed aside.

But well Olivia knew that Sakura and Rara were different.

"Jude." Olivia's not an empty-brained person. "You can be disturbed, let me know. It's about work."

*