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LH - 38 - Trapped?

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"Give me your body."

The deg!

Shica was astonished by Januaar's request, "You hate me, and you said at the time, you're not interested in my body, why did you say that and you know."

Januaar touches Shica's hair, "Yeah, I do hate you. I like it."

Januaar's gaze focused on the curves of the girl in front of him that made Shica feel uneasy.

"Don't look at me like that" Shica murmured softly. Januaar pulled Shica's chin, "Don't ban me. I deserve you."

"You have no right to me!" Denied Shica while turning her eyes away.

"Raihan himself gave you to me. He who submitted you for making ******," lied Januaar.

Shica closed both her eyes. He's hurt, very hurt hearing Raihan's name. Especially when Januaar said many things about Raihan, including loving Rayaa. Januaar said, Raihan pretended to love Shica and actually Raihan hated her.

"Shica, Raihan is just like me. He fucked a lot of girls. He was like your brother, raping girls and dumping them. He's not as good as you think." Januaar is provoking Shica.

What the man said was not true at all.

The girl clenched her hands. Believe it and not, but he tries not to believe it. He was sure, Raihan was not such a man.

Januaar touched Shica's arm, "Sure your skin was touched. How do you touch your body?"

Shica lowered her head, she did not dare to brush Januaar's hand that was wiping her arm. At that time Januaar had slapped him when Shica brushed off the man's hand.

"He touched another girl's body before he touched your skin" Januaar said, putting on a serious expression that made Shica even more fed up and unwilling to hear.

The girl covered her ears, "Stop! Raihan is not that kind of man! He's not like that!"

Januaar smiled triumphantly, "Don't cover your ears, I haven't finished talking."

The man pulled Shica's hand so as not to constantly cover her ears, "She also touched my sister. They kiss in front of me."

"No! Raihan not so!" Shica started crying.

Januaar showed me his phone, "See... Raihan and my brother look romantic, don't they?"

There are many photos of Raihan and Rayaa kissing. In the room, in the front door, and on the sofa.

Where did that photo come from?

Of course Januaar installed WebCam in every room, including his brother's room.

All the photos were saved and used to destroy Shica's feelings.

Shica was really hurt seeing that. In the photo, Raihan appears to love Rayaa. He did not know when the photo was taken. The photo was taken before Raihan met Shica, and before Raihan loved Shica, just before they were dating.

Shica crying. She loves Raihan very much, which is her first love, but she loves someone else and pretends to love him to hurt Shica.

"Didn't you want to give it back?" Januaar is getting closer to her.

Shica screamed like a crazy girl while beating her own head, "Why do I love her? I'm so stupid! But. but.he was my first love!"

"Now do it with me, you must repay him. He's been cheating on you, Shica." Januaar pull Shica waist.

They look at each other.

Shit, I have to be a little more gentle with her, for her to want to do this of her own volition.

Januaar gave the order, "Come closer, kiss me."

Unexpectedly, the girl brought her face closer and kissed Januaar's lips.

The man could feel Shica's cold, yet voluptuous lips.

Yeah, you're a stupid girl and it's easy to be lied to.

Shica******* the bottom of Januaar's lips, while Januaar****** top of Shica's lips.

They kissed long enough. Januaar pulls Shica's body out of the bathroom, the girl staggers somewhat, as both of her legs still can't walk properly.

Januaar lifts Shica's body without letting go of her kiss. Both of them slammed into the bed and continued the hotter kisses on the bed.

Januaar was above Shica's body. The man cupped Shica's face underneath and deepened their kiss.

Overnight dreams should really happen today.

Januaar reversed position, so Shica was on top of him. The man rubbed Shica's back and tried to lower the back zipper of the top dress used by the girl.

The dress sagged, but still covered most of her chest.

"Emmh." Shica sighed making Januaar even more excited.

The man was innate, he did have a good endurance. Shit, I got overwhelmed with the kiss. Other than having a wild imagination, he was indeed a real wild.

"You're wild, yeah." Januaar took down Shica's dress and she could wipe the girl's smooth back. He can also see Shica's cleavage.

Bigger than I imagined. Larger than the one in the dream, the inner Januaar. He had not seen the girl's chest completely.

Januaar. He pulled Shica's head to sleep in the recess of her neck. Januaar took a sip of Shica's left neck niche and instead, Shica peeked at Januaar's right neck.

Passion sweat flowed from the bodies of both. Shica did so with both cheeks wet filled with tears. He didn't want to do this, but he was angry and disappointed at Raihan.

Januaar is about to take down Shica's dress, but she doesn't do it, seeing Shica crying without a sound.

For a moment they stared at each other.

"You look so beautiful when you cry." I don't know why Januaar wanted to say that.

The first time Shica heard a good thing coming out of the man's mouth. However, Shica did not care and did not feel happy with that direct compliment.

Without them knowing, in another room, Rayaa who was taking care of the computer, took pictures and videos from WebCam installed in her sister's room. He saved all those scenes and sent them to Raihan.

This is your boyfriend, Raihan.

📷📸

What the... Rayaa.. tell Januaar not to touch her!

Seeing the exclamation mark at the end of the sentence, Rayaa was very upset. He called Raihan.

The man immediately raised a call from Rayaa.

"****** that enjoyed my sister's touch, and you still want to keep it? You love the girl who cheated on you behind your back?"

"Rayaa, she...."

"You reneged on your promise, you used to love me so much and want to do anything for me, including making her sister Regar suffer. But, now that you changed and instead love her!" Rayaa crying.

"Rich...."

"Now say! Do you love me or that girl?!"

"I love Shica."

The deg!

Rayaa clenched her hands angrily hearing Raihan's reply.

"Then what am I to you?" Tanya Rayaa with a trembling voice.

"I love you, Rayaa."

"*******! You lied!" Raya ended her call unilaterally and cried.

Shica looked at Januaar, "Say...Tell me, what happened? Don't lie."

Januaar pulls Shica's dress, but the girl holds Januaar's hand.

"I know you're lying. I want you to be honest now and tell me everything" Shica said with emphasis.

"So, you set me up?" Januaar asked, "You set me up by playing with my passion like this? Then you're gonna stop him all of a sudden?"

Shica fell silent.

"You're not afraid when I hit you again?" Ask Januaar.

"Can you hit me at a time like this?" Ask Shica.

Januaar was eager to slap the girl, but she didn't want to, because she was holding herself back.

Shica patted Januaar's cheek a little harshly, "I know, you're trying to set me up, but you're in my trap. Yeah, I have a wild imagination, because I love reading adult stories. But, not bad reading adult stories, I get a lot of information. One of them, a man who is in suspense when playing softly, can not play rough on the woman in front of him, because he has not got what he wants. You were rude to me, but that's when you weren't aroused. And now, um, I just found out, this is also your weak point."

Shica rose from Januaar's body. The man noticed what the girl was doing. With heavy strides, Shica passed away from Januaar while confirming her dress.

The girl stared intensely at Januaar.

Januaar screeced with a smile, "You are as cunning as Regar. Turns out, you can act too."

Shica's expression looked more serious than usual. So, the crying was just a lie. He also did not trust Januaar's words completely.

She doesn't know Raihan, but she does trust her boyfriend.

Januaar flicked her hair back, "First of all, you're the first girl to numb me at a time like this."

Shica sat on the sofa and still looked at the man.

Januaar started to look serious, "Alright, since you managed to make me quite surprised, I'll explain everything. No more lies."

Shica knitted her brows.

Januaar stared straight back at what had happened back then.

"This happened 3 years ago. Even though it's been a while, I can't possibly forget it."

SMP uniform attached in Januaar body. Even though he was just a teenager, his tall and well-built body made the man seem more mature and he was quite respected by friends of his age, even older students are afraid of him and choose to become members of the Januaar gang.

The man formed a motorcycle gang when he was in 1st grade Junior High. Many want to join him, considering the father of Januaar is a member of the mafia. They thought it would be easy to become a member of the Januaar gang and get protection from a mob boy like him.

However, Januaar was quite cruel. He recruited new members in extreme ways. The new members had to take off all their clothes and stay overnight in a pool of cold water.

If anyone wants to get out of his gang, his little finger should be slashed.

But no one cares about that. Still, there are those who want to enter the gang, even the longer the more. Moreover, Januaar will recruit anyone who wants to get into his gang, if that person has the ability and can pass the challenge.

He did not question whether the members had a motor, a car, or nothing. If the members have been together for a long time, then Januaar will give a motorbike or car to the person according to his position and ability.

The Januaar gang became very large, powerful, and famous among other motorcycle gangs.

On the other hand there is the Regar gang which also has popularity among other gangs. The Regar gang members on average are the children of wealthy businessmen who get less attention, so they choose to vent it in such associations.

Regain is a voter. He will only accept members who have a good standing and at least have a motor sport to prove, if the members are very classy.

There are no special rules for getting into his gang. Enough of a motor sport. Go out too, stay out.

The Regar gang was formed before the Januaar gang, but for a long time the popularity of the Januaar gang defeated the Regar gang.

Of course that makes Regar quite upset.

For several months, the Januaar gang and the Regar gang compete fiercely for each other's popularity.

Not infrequently, there are fights between members of the two gangs.

There were even those who died.

"He's just a newborn" Regar said.

Givar laughed, "Let's have him race with Rama."

Regularly looking, "What about you? Do you want to race with him?"

"I? Ah, I can't even ride a bike." Givar patted his own forehead.

"I know! But, I didn't tell you to race bikes with him!" Regar grumbled.

Givar laughed, "Yes, I understand. Inevitably we must restore the pride of this gang."

Dion responded, "Januaar never showed his speed in the racecourse, but many say, if he can carry a motorbike, or a car with speed like the wind."

Rear and Givar turned to the man.

"The car is very fast" muttered Givar.

"A person's ability does not lie in his car. Januaar did see when driving. He could ride a motorcycle when he was 7." Dion who refuted Givar's words.

"Aged 7 years.I learned the bike and fell steadily," joked Givar. Dion laughed, "No matter if you can bike or not, the important thing is that you can race motorcycles and cars now."

Regar seemed to think, "Rama can advance his motorbike as fast as lightning. Which wind and lightning is stronger?"

"Are you talking about people, or talking about natural phenomena?" Gerrutu Givar.

Instead of answering, Regar instead said something else, "I heard, America made the latest car of the year. I'll buy it. Dion, prepare yourself for the car, while Rama will move with the bike."

"Ah, I need to adjust to your new car later. Do you have a place?" Dion asked half-grumbled.

"I heard, your father had a large area of land used for golf. Just borrow the place for a while," said Regar innocently.

Givar couldn't hold back his laughter. He sat up and held his stomach for laughing.

Dion raised his eyebrows, "He would have imprisoned me if I ruffled the field."

"Why not ask your father to buy you a circuit? The mayor is very rich and kind. He built bridges and buildings for the community, why not buy his son a circuit?" Ask Givar.

Regularly turning to Dion, it seemed that he was also curious about Dion's answer.

"Maybe I'm his stepson."

Dion's answer made Regar and Givar laugh out loud.

"That's country money, you idiot! Your father was a good man, not like you!"

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September 17th, 2016

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