Getting Married for Lying
018 - Sexy room

The atmosphere is so tense, the situation is so horror makes Vaya back goosebumps. There was a sense of trepidation that he had not been able to hide well. His legs even shook violently while the linkage of all his fingers also grew stronger.

Vier sipped the soup sauce, it was obvious in Vaya's eyes that the man was really a man who was relaxed in addressing this tension. While Vaya actually felt his stomach began to cramp and twist.

"Yes, you're a substitute bride, but still you're officially my wife. That means you still have to carry out your role as a wife. The contract I've set up is intended as a guideline so that you understand your position" Vier said.

"You have become the wife of a Vierlove Yanjayadi, so automatically your social strata have risen to a higher level. Maintaining a clear attitude is very necessary, the existence of a written contract that has been described in detail aims to facilitate your life."

"Why is that? Because I can't tolerate mistakes, even if they're small, they're wrong, they're still wrong" Vier continued, sticking a fork in a piece of grilled meat and chewing it.

"Vier, I get it, it's just, I object to a few points on the marriage contract you've given me. I really mind if I have to act like a real wife. I'm less pleased with the sexy things you want."

"I'd rather you make me a house cleaner, or a dishwasher than be your mockery when I can't do sexy things in front of you."

"While I'm wearing super sexy lingerie while dancing erotically in front of you, instead of being aroused, you're bound to go on a convulsion" Vaya continued.

Mike gawked at Vaya's words, wanting to make her laugh out loud. Just this time there was a woman who was completely humbled before Vier.

Most other women would happily indulge in their precious assets in a thirst for praise.

"Vaya, you don't have to be that low, you're low! Haha!" Vier laughing.

"Well, you must think that too, right? I'm really grateful if you told me to wash all the dirty dishes in your house, instead of being your wife! Hehe," Vaya chuckled.

"Haha," Vier laughed as he clapped.

"Vaya, if the dishwasher, the cleaner, in this house their number is more than enough," Vier grinned.

Ughhhh! You perverted man!

Vier took a sip of his mineral water, then wiped his lips with a white napkin.

"Why don't you eat? All this food isn't your taste?" ask Vier.

Can I really eat when I have to fight for my life? Inner Vaya.

"Vaya, I think tonight you'd better prove everything you say. Am I gonna have a seizure after seeing you act sexy?" Vier came back.

"What-what?!" Vaya.

Vier turned his head towards Mike.

"Mike, please take him, I want to take a shower first" Vier said as he moved from his seat.

"Well, sir, I get it" said Mike.

"What?! Vier, wait! What do you mean?!" sergeant Vaya.

But Vier had already left the dining room.

"Bu Vaya, you have to get ready," Mike said.

"'What's ready, Mr Mike?" ask Vaya for astonishment.

"Prepare, according to what Mr. Vier ordered," Mike replied diplomatically.

Vaya was flabbergasted, Vier was just kidding, right?

...*****...

Vaya follows Mike to a room that completely makes Vaya's heart stop beating. The room is the room where Vaya spent her first night in this house.

Vaya still cannot forget Vier's truly deeply troubling act of terror. Vaya's hair bristles when Mike opens the door and invites Vaya to enter.

"Please come in, Miss Vaya," Mike said.

Vaya entered the room with a trembling body.

Mike opened one of the doors in the room. Behind the door was a clothing room that made Vaya glare wide. Her pupils shook violently as she looked at the room that looked like a shop selling lingerie. There are a variety of lingerie models arranged according to color. Ranging from plain to leopard patterned. The simplest models to the intricate ones full of straps are also available.

Is this Vier's collection? Vaya wonders.

Crossing Vaya's mind, Vier put on all the lingerie collection and posed super sexy in front of the large mirror in the room.

"Sir Mike, I don't think I can do what Vier told me to do" Vaya said.

Vaya really can't imagine herself having to wear that super sexy nightgown to tease Vier.

"I can't fulfill Vier's desire to satisfy his lust! Vier can look for a happy woman out there! I'm really not going to dispute that!"

It's up to anyone, what matters is not me! Inner Vaya.

Mike frowned.

"Bu Vaya, if I judge from my point of view, why don't you take advantage of this situation to negotiate with Mr Vier?" ask Mike.

"Hey? What do you mean?" Vaya asked back.

"Bu Vaya, have you ever read the palace romance stories?" ask Mike again.

"Romansa palace?"

"Yes, in ancient times, all the women in the palace belonged to a powerful emperor. The women were vying to be the emperor's favorite. Why don't you try to do the same?"

"Haha! Mr Mike, do you really want me to be Vier's laughingstock to the grave?" Vaya laughs at Mike's crazy idea.

"Bu Vaya, Mr. Vier has even been generous to you. So I hope you didn't waste his generosity" Mike said.

Mike was still commenting on his smile, the man looked down.

"Then, excuse me" Mike said goodbye.

Vaya really feels the heat. If this is the story, should he choose to be in prison?

Wearing prisoner clothing is much more polite than wearing thin, lacey, tight-fitting, and bright-eyed sleepwear.

What am I supposed to do? Think Vaya.

Do I really have to wear these clothes?

Ughhhh! Can this type of clothing be used to negotiate?

Oh no! What am I supposed to do? Why did Vier ask me to wear this horrible outfit?

Vaya takes one of the simplest and more covered lingerie. Weighing on whether he should wear these clothes according to Vier's wishes.

Cklek..

Vaya was shocked when she heard the door open.

Vier is coming?! How'this?! Hows it?

...*****...