Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 46: This Is Just, Not Just You, right, the Bloody One

Robbin's hands are stretched out to turn on the lights. The light from the bulb glowed, he widened, barely believing his vision. Then, lie sideways on the edge of the bed, refuting the body with the elbows.

The round-eyed woman tried to change positions, leaned back and looked at Robbin with a million questions. Did he make a mistake? He closed briefly, then bit his lower lip. Pain in a certain part of his body.

"Oh, honey." Robbin groaned, shaking in disbelief. "This is the sweetest dream of my life." He rubbed the woman's wrinkled forehead and sweat, the pain clearly visible from the teary eyes. "Don't move, I shouldn't have hurt you. This should be the most enjoyable experience."

"Sister Robbin doesn't like it? Did I make a mistake? Sorry, I can't compensate you." The feminine slur tells doubt mixed with shame, because it does not know how to make love good and right. "I'm just—what we'd better—"

"Error, dislike, how is it possible? I've been looking forward to these moments for so long, but—" Robbin cut, realizing why the woman with the round eyes is still here and wasn't it...

"Bas based on the dissident girl!" Robbin's smile expands between the swearing, devouring the wife's lips greedily. Giving a kiss here and there, both arms wrapped around the body. "Receive your punishment!"

Spoiled laughter echoes, Robbin's constant touch makes amused. Mercilessly tracing every inch of curvature from head to toe.

The two curled up under a thick blanket, repeating back the thrilling moments when reaching the peak of intimacy. Neither Robbin nor Clay let any sentences out, other than moaning.

The struggle drained his breath and the energy ended, and Robbin immediately choked, saying, "Blood, you're bleeding!"

"Not me, but we, look at Brother Robbin's bloody chest. What's going on?" clay's question implies panic. "It must hurt a lot." He narrowed, his brows automatically furrowing.

"This is fair. It's not just you, it's you, who's bleeding." Robbin's head lowered, the chest wrapped in bandages did look deep red. However, the pain was not worth the warmth of Clay's body.

Clay's wiggly fingers line the wound on the chest, the corner of his lips pulled down. "Say, what's the matter?"

"Come here." Robbin leaned against the head of the bed, then grabbed the wife's shoulder, twisted and grabbed the plain body from behind. "Now tell me first, how do you get back?"

Clay's smooth back leaned against Robbin's chest, the man's fingers playing the ends of the hair. Sometimes they bring it to the nose. The attention that is poured out a calming sensation. Satisfied playing mane, now his lips begin the action, sweeping the collarbone of the wife to reduce concentration.

Without stopping Robbin's activities urgently. "Come on!"

"What?"

Robbin bit Clay's ear lobe lightly. "The story."

"Ha-ha-ha, it's magical that I can focus, while Brother Robbin is so engrossed in making me carefree." Clay squirms due to the lazy touch of the big fingers.

Robbin laughed, she kept her lips away from her ears, but turned to the top of her head creeping up the temples. "Well, now can you?"

"Lumayan." Clay rubbed Robbin's jaw before continuing, "OK, I'm starting, yeah."

Robbin's arms were coiled around Clay's flat stomach, swiping up and down as if he were playing a guitar, but in slow motion.

"So that time—" Clay recalled.

Clay's gaze glared far away, recalling the ridiculous deeds before arriving home. He's drawing a lot of oxygen, then...

Back in the afternoon, Clay ignored Robbin's request. He followed his hands with tears. His legs felt so heavy on the way to the plane, because the lack of concentration did not just once hit other passengers.

"I'm sorry" he said.

As soon as he got into the hull of the plane, Clay kept looking out the window. The water contained in the eyelids obscures the view, the coveted dream is forced to disintegrate.

Repeatedly wiping tears was free, the more detained it was the more the river soaks both cheeks. "Who is he? It's easy to manage my life! Before marriage, I desperately pursued her. Now, after everything went as I wished, I was told to go home!" grouse Clay.

Clay bites the lower lip, the fingers clenched tightly. He watches over the flight attendants who are briefing the passengers. Employees of the airline demonstrated safety standards after passengers sat quietly.

Clay hesitantly raised his hand, inviting people's inquisitive gazes. "Excuse me."

"Yes, say."

"I want to get off" Clay said.

A flight attendant approached, her beautiful face covered in anxiety. In a worried tone, the flight attendant asked, "There's something we can help you with, are you feeling nervous?"

"I'm nauseous." Clay's lie, he's ready to get his feet up.

The flight attendant developed a lip, responding to Clay's words as warmly as possible. "You can use the toilet over here."

"No, it's not like that, I just want to get out of it."

"But—"

"I beg you, the plane has not flown, I should have been allowed out" urged Clay, he had already grabbed the passenger next to him and headed to the door. With trembling hands, trying to open it.

"Sit down, Miss, this flight is safe" the flight attendant said.

"I'm going down!" Clay squatted down and sunk his face to the knees. Her crying broke instantly. "Please."

"We'll be taking off in a minute, so—"

"Please allow it, Miss Clay down," cut off a man and Clay recognized him.

"Jeremy!" clay, he looked up. "Help me explain, please!" He stood up and shook the man's muscular arm.

The flight attendant tried to keep her eyeballs from spinning, interrupting the pilot's request that a passenger disembark from the plane.

Thus, a piece of the story Clay can tell Robbin and successfully stop the soft movements of the big fingers of the husband.

Clay looked up, Robbin's tanned irises locked onto his gaze. Then, the man responded to Clay's story "Jeremy?"

"Uhum, remember not the guy you met in the waiting room? That's, you know, what I hit," Clay said.

Robbin's heart stopped beating for a second. "Cock, can there be him?"

"Where do I know." Clay shrugged his shoulders.

Something's wrong, who's Jeremy?Lately, every time there's Clay there's always that young man. So far, nothing bad has happened.

Robbin thought as he rubbed Clay's head, he also offered the sweetest smile when he met a glance.

"Sister Robbin, my eyes are getting heavy" Clay said as he yawned.

Before responding, Robbin's lips briefly kissed the woman's plain shoulder. "Sleep, it's a tiring day."

As if bewitched, Clay curled up inside Robbin's embrace. His breathing gradually became regular until a soft snoring sounded.

"I have to find out" Robbin murmured, he edged slowly out of bed.