Lady'S Gentleman
The Data's

THE WARNING!!

Containing the sexiness of an Arman.

It can cause high levels of. When experiencing side effects, Author cannot be held responsible.

*****

Ayumi threw a large knife at Arman. But because it was not used to sharp objects, the knife even missed far.

Arman stared at the knife that crashed into the television with an amused grunt.

"That means you're gonna throw me in with it, is that it?" hiss Arman.

Ayumi sneered at him.

"Wouldn't it be more effective if you just ponder than throw it?" said Arman.

Ayumi frowned, then she seemed to think.

Next took out another knife from the drawer, and brandished it in front of his chest.

"OK.." the woman's hiss was tense.

Arman raised his head while growling. "Try to be funny?!" grunts while staring at Ayumi.

"Don't come any closer, Ares!" Ayumi.

Arman was stunned and narrowed his eyes.

"Where do you know my name?" ask the man.

"Of the many charters in the closet."

"But it uses code."

"The code is your birthday."

Arman groaning.

"Where do you know my birthday, Medusa?!" he cried impatiently.

"From your ID in the wallet."

"Yes pardon." grunted Arman while shaking his head. "Yes yes, I forgot that you can think of my home as your home. Surely you searched to the corners.." he said as he approached.

"Far away.." - Ayumi growled while tightening her knife grip.

Trang!!

The knife in Ayumi's hand was thrown at... Where not.

Ayumi flabbergasted. He did not see Arman's movements at all. So quickly and easily the man brushed Ayumi's hand away. All that remains now is the pain in Ayumi's fingers that are covered with edging.

Ayumi suffocated and pulled her hand against her chest.

Arman pulled his arm hard and pressed the woman against the wall.

"Ares stop!!" jerrits Ayumi.

Arman didn't respond. The man's hand was busy unzipping his pants.

Ayumi's hand restrained behind her back, gripped by Arman. It felt like his bones were almost dislodged because the pressure of the man was enormous.

Next the woman took her breath because she felt the man's fingers play his womanhood.

Ayumi beat*linjang feel amused and delicious to be one.

Arman did it for a few seconds until the man felt that Ayumi was ready.

And then the woman felt something hot and hard pressing against her body.

And next...

The pain!

"Ohh!!" jerrits Ayumi.

He knows this taste.

But different from the old.

This one is so rough and full!

"Crazy.." he could hear Arman muttering. "You're not often the same Trevor... It's so narrow..."

Whether it's a complaint or a compliment.

What was clear next moment was like hell as well as heaven for Ayumi.

He was helpless, could only complain weakly, often yelling but it was unclear what purpose.

Especially when Arman pulled his body, then dropped it on the bed, pulled all his clothes, stretched his legs forcefully wide.

Then he entered his body again.

It's unclear... Be it his sigh, his breath, Ayumi's wide-eyed gaze.

It's not clear what it is for...

The moaning was not a complaint, the breathing was not a shock, and the gushing of his eyes was not due to seeing anything terrible.

And as Arman accelerates his movements at a speed that Ayumi finds unreasonable, Ayumi begins to feel lost consciousness.

He reached the top many times.

I don't know if he's tired or numb.

That's obvious, though,

Ayumi was very sleepy, as if after running for tens of kilometers, then soared higher than the clouds and was thrown into the trough at one time.

"Ares.." That's all he can say.

Then it all went dark.

******

Arman was pacing around in front of the tv while holding up a bottle of Guinness.

He hasn't worn his clothes yet.

His body was full of blood as his wounds were open and his movements throughout the day were quite dynamic.

And that part is not fully asleep because the adrenaline is still racing.

Blood stained her sheets, and the blanket she used to cover Ayumi's sagging body was like a thin, loosened scarf.

The weak breath from the woman made Arman relieved. At least Ayumi is still alive for follow-up interrogation.

Where is that thing...

Arman has been looking into every corner of the room, into every between Ayumi's belongings, even every strand of her hair and inside... That's.

Niente...

He has to borrow a metal scanner, or maybe he will take Ayumi to the hospital for an X-ray.

Arman glanced at the wall clock.

At 7 p.m.

Then call Sebastian.

"Hello?" milady Voice.

"Is Dad there, Mommy?"

"He is praying Isya."

Arman took a breath. "No?"

"Just starting, it seems like he will also teach after that. The nazaar if Mba Meli gets married, he will finish one juz which verse most tonight. Any issues?"

"How long is that?"

Arman took a breath.

Sin is not if he interrupts...

"The chip isn't everywhere." said Arman. "When do women hide important things?"

"Hm... " Milady thought. "Ayumi kind of manipulative, Mas. Maybe I can't even imagine where he's keeping it. But worth to try, check inside the lipstick, inside the bra wire, inside the panty lace, or taped under the bracelet, or put in it."

"I've checked everything."

"All that? Does that include the ones in..."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mas Arman is a maniac too."

"Dignifying or praising."

"Yes insulting dong Mas... That's a woman's self-esteem."

"I have no choice, Ma'am."

"A criminal by circumstance, also has the heart of Mas, he's a human being not a robot like you."

"Who do you support, Ma'am?!"

"Or. it could be under something that sticks like a sticker.." continued Milady distract.

"Hm?"

"Hm..."

"Awhile..."

Arman approached Ayumi who was limp on the bed, flicked her blanket and spread her thighs.

Ayumi's femininity looks a little reddened and swollen.

Arman breathed a guilty sigh.

Tomorrow morning he will take Ayumi to the doctor. Explosive sensors must also be turned off.

Then he saw an Aid band, hansaplas, stuck on the inside of Ayumi's thigh.

Then peeling.

And smile with satisfaction.

"Mbak Milady is a genius.." he said.

"Is that insulting or complimenting?" ask Milady.

"That's a compliment." Arman said as he carried the metal slab onto his laptop.

"Wah wow... Praised by Mas Arman, it turns out that it feels different. My face is until it's hot." said Milady.

"Ah yes, Don't forget Ayumi is antiseptic, yes... Pity if he gets a fever because of disability. I actually do not agree with your actions, although Ayumi is a rival, we women also have..."

"Thank You, Daag..." Arman cut off Milady's talk by disconnecting her phone.

*****

"Wow.." sizzled Arman as he looked at his laptop screen.

with his takjud grin he read one by one the names that had been stored on the copper plate.

Then glanced at Ayumi's body on the bed. "I want them to kill you... The contents can make a scene two countries.." siss Arman while raising one corner of his lips.

He's looking for Alex 'Damn' Beaufort's name on his phone. His intention was to contact the man regarding the certainty of the name list.

Yet...

Arman turned off his phone.

The time limit is one week, right?

Just walk up to the dateline. Let Alex badmood all week... Then usually the impingement will go to Leon.

Hehe...

Arman and his mischievous mind.

Copying the data and vertical Guinness until it runs out.

Then he went to bed, checking on Ayumi.

The woman's breath is regular.

And Arman sighed.

Ayumi became valuable thanks to her data... If the data is already known, it is no use Sebastian's side to give him protection. It's not in their interest...

So Ayumi is likely to be let go, trying to survive on her own.

Then...

What will happen next...?

So, Arman pulled the chip from his laptop card reader, put it back in the plastic, slipped it inside the hansaplast and stuck it again on Ayumi's thigh.

This woman's treasure to survive.

For aweek.

Why the hell have I been doing so much trouble lately?! Arman in his heart.

*****

Ayumi mutters...

And squirm weakly.

"Uuhh.." lamented when he realized that his entire body seemed to be falling apart.

Pain and tenderness...

He could not even change his body position.

Next he complained louder, realizing that the lower part of his body was sore as he held his stomach.

"Sshh.." she lamented again, bowing her head to the pillow.

"I've got antiseptic balurin all around... But it looks like we should see a doctor in the morning. Fear infection..."

The voice that Ayumi hated, besides Sebastian.

Then his eyes opened wide.

He remembered something important.

The chip?!

He glanced at Arman who was behind him while smashing a wound on the waist.

Then open his thigh.

The chip's still there...

And Ayumi breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he dropped his body back on the bed.

"Hey.." said Arman while sitting on the edge of the bed. Ayumi looked at him vigilantly, especially to the parts of the body that had already made hers swollen.

Worth it... If it's that big. The woman's lips.

"We're getting married in a week" Arman said.

Ayumi rounded her eyes, flabbergasted.

What else is this?! His inner.

"If you were my wife, at the very least, living here under my watch would be better and not having to go back to Japan. Until Yamaguci and Hari Fadil are caught. After that, it's up to you."