Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 6: Your Martyrs Mode, Brother Robbin, Until When Does it Survive?

Since that day's flight Robbin could not calm down near Clay, his nervous system was often disturbed given the soft touch of lips that seemed to contain champagne.

During a week in London, Robbin busied himself outdoors. In addition to evading Clay, he must look into the location of the target meeting place that Rocky is referring to. He hopes everything goes quickly.

Clay is quite understanding because it does not demand much. According to him, it is an extraordinary coincidence, because during the time left to work can spend time in the park.

Being in London in September, the weather is a little cooler and the foliage begins to fall as it enters the fall. The cool temperatures make Clay's days less bad without Robbin nearby. This is the ideal time to explore the surrounding area and admire the trees as the foliage turns red, orange, and yellow.

"Hi!" greet someone who sounds familiar.

Without hesitation, Clay turned his body to face the caller. A smile adorned his face. He found a good friend standing there. Reflexes poured into the arms of the tall man.

"Hanes! You stalker!" he laughed softly. "Don't make anything up about work here."

"I'm not at work, and I spend my free time walking" Hanes said.

"Great, great. This is just you."

"You alone?" tanyakanya.

Clay turned around before replying, "Is there anyone you know here besides me?"

"There should be Robbin."

"When he's here he's always busy." With a grim face clearly drawn, Clay breathed heavily and turned with a smile and a carefree look. "It's late afternoon, do you want to stop by my house? If you don't mind we'll take public transport."

"I'm taking the car." Hanes pointed at the dark blue car parked not far from there.

The world feels so cramped Clay thought, how could he argue after meeting Hanes this afternoon.

From Hyde Park to Clay's residence isn't too far away. The whitewashed house decorated with porch lights is exactly the same as the other buildings next to it.

"This small?" Hanes' question contained a kind of disdain.

Clay scanned the building beside him for a glance. It is not too big, but quite unique and classic impressed. There are four small steps to the main door, on the right side there is a fairly large window. Overall it looked so calm and beautiful as some plants adorned the bottom of the window.

"It's really beautiful in my opinion, Han. Come inside, but I only have biscuits and hot tea."

"We should have bought it earlier." Sesal Hanes's.

"We'll order—" Clay's words were held back as soon as the door of the house opened and displayed a figure that until now was adored. Robbin looks fit and fresh wearing sleeveless shirt. His body looks proportionate.

From a distance, Robbin stared at the two with narrowed eyes. Trying to make sure whose car is in front of his house.

"I don't want to make him die of curiosity, Han," Clay said, "we'd better get down now." His fingers pressed the lever to open the door, slowly stepping foot into the street.

"Sister Robbin's home yet?" ask so the body has gone out completely.

"That sounds like you're not happy" said Robbin cynically, then turned around.

"False thinking, Brother Robbin, you know that's a big mistake" Clay said before noticing Hanes was far behind. "Han, come!"

Hanes followed, his eyes scanning every corner of the living room that was not too big, but very neatly arranged.

A savory aroma wafted as Robbin took food out of the heating machine.

"Well, what a coincidence, I could take Hanes out to eat together." Clay's eyes sparkled cheerfully.

A slanted smile fell on Robbin's lips. "The worst idea."

The possessive side in Robbin yelled, there was a feeling of dislike when another man was near Clay. The greatest desire at this time was to drive the child away from his boss.

"Sister Robbin," call Clay a little loud.

When the fingers gently rubbed the arm, Robbin felt incredible sensations running through the skin. Urge yourself to reach Clay's slender body into an intoxicating embrace.

However, once aware Robbin actually moved away quickly, avoiding Clay's gentle gaze towards the closet to pick up the plate and fork.

"Is there a problem?" asked Hanes who was suddenly standing quite close to Clay.

"Yes, help me carry this tray," Clay's pinta lifted a wide object containing three teas to Hanes, but due to the lack of focus the tray slipped off.

"Oh, fuck. It's so hot" Clay screeched, his eyes glazed over.

Hanes who was closer rubbed the soft skin of Clay's red legs, while Robbin stared intently because he could do nothing. Too prestige to pay attention to Clay.

Snarling Robbin muttered, "Cursed be that hand!" He passed from there without looking over and headed to the room. Debuman loudly sounded as soon as the door was shut hard.

While Hanes was there, Robbin locked himself in a room. Didn't even come out when the boss' son said goodbye. And, oddly enough, it made Clay's heart flower with pleasure.

Clay gently knocks on the door, because there's no telling he just walked in. Robbin is seen sitting quietly on the bed while working on something on the laptop.

"I know someone's jealous" Clay whispered as he wrapped his arm around Robbin's plate.

Clay's sudden touch makes Robbin's heart race faster, his stifled passion hoping for more than a simple touch.

"Why didn't you take the initiative to help me?" press Clay, until Robbin closes his laptop screen.

"It's not that you've got the perfect man to help you, and it's definitely not me." Robbin tried hard to keep his voice calm, and it failed.

Clay swings over Robbin's lap without being awkward, he sways spoiled by draping his arms over the man's flat, sturdy shoulders.

Stop this or I'll eat you right now! robbin said, of course, in the heart. "Stop the teaser!"

Robbin's arm was on Clay's back, while the other was behind his knee. Move the slim and light body to the top of the mattress and then straighten his body while shaking the waist.

"Oh, come here, touch me" said Clay accompanied by a jubilant laugh, he likes the husband's expensive selling attitude. A challenge that is not easily conquered.

"No way!"

"Your martyrdom, Brother Robbin, until when does it last?" clay asked him to reach for the end of Robbin's shirt. "I will not mislead you!"

Robbin's tall and stocky body generally won't fall in one pull of a girl as small as Clay. But what happened is out of control. He fell down on the beautiful body of his wife. Those sun-bright eye rays pulled him in a vortex full of cravings, wanting to sweep his lips on his petals. Until ....

Clay reacted first, grabbed Robbin's nape and pressed his tiny lips without a cue. Gave a bit of a stirring impression until the world stopped spinning. With open eyes both of them sank to the bottom of the intimacy.