Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 13

Cinsel iliski, between two people who enjoy each other, but do not love each other. Is that possible?

Revenge, apparently able to change someone in a short time. Blinded his eyes, drowned his senses, only to be able to reach a sense of satisfaction for the vengeance of his heartache.

No matter, even if he had to go back to hell, or even sacrifice his entire life. Provided, he could attract his enemy to feel the same way.

Diego gripped Aishe's hip and pulled her back down. Interesting ... pushed it up again. Every second that was missed, Diego's movements became faster and faster.

The sudden pain turned into something difficult to pin down, slowly making Aishe enjoy it. The sigh that came out freely, sounded very loud in Diego's ears

"Abahh .. hhaaahh …." Aishe looked up, with a hand that held the chest of Diego's field sitting opposite her, occasionally biting her lower lip and groaning.

Now, Aishe has slightly taken control. Down, lower his own hips without Diego's help.

"You enjoyed it, honey."

"I'm learning fast, sir."

Just for revenge. Right, all for revenge.

Friction is getting faster and stronger, making Diego's body heat uncontrollably. Up to its peak, it pushed Aishe's pelvis until part of hers fully went inside, and spewed out warm white magma.

"Aaghh .. damn!" Diego squeezed out a strong lump of meat that felt quite chewy and dense belong to Aishe.

The breaths of the two were heard hunting each other for a while, hugging and gripping each other.

After a passionate heat struggle. Aishe slowly rose from a sitting position flanking Diego's long, boneless object. "Do you want me to help you get to the bathroom, sir?"

"no need. You wait here, don't take the blindfold off before I command!"

"Ba-good."

Diego leaves Aishe sitting on the edge of the bed alone and either goes anywhere in his electric wheelchair.

Aishe slowly moved her hand as it felt quiet in her hearing. He wrapped one hand to his stomach, while the other hand squeezed the blanket tightly.

This decision, I cannot regret. No, not even if I'm pregnant with a demon child.

A few minutes passed, the room was still silent without a sound. So quiet that made Aishe's eyes that had been covered by cloth, sleep. He had time to lay his body that had not dressed to the bed and cover it with a blanket, before finally closed.

Almost an hour passed. Diego returns after Aishe dissolves into his sleep. Slowly helps open the blindfold.

On top of his automatic wheelchair, he sat down with a blanket placed on his feet. Then, look at Aishe's face illuminated by the dim Warm White light.

Revenge ... is quite draining, right? It's just one first step, Aishe.

You haven't even stepped on a single rung of stairs to climb up and push your enemies.

The clock was two o'clock, and Diego was still sitting in his wheelchair looking at Aishe. Every now and then his gaze moved, down his own room with the aroma of wine that still smelled thick.

Suddenly, he dropped his gaze down while bitterly smiling and cursing himself. 

"Fucking lame leg!" 

Diego squeezed the thin blanket that had been at his feet, then pulled it and threw it on the floor. 

I don't know, what things suddenly made her feelings chaotic and ended up leaving her own room. A red face full of anger, he could no longer hide.

"ASHAN! ASHAN!" his screams shrieked throughout the entire space.

Ashan immediately came to fulfill his master's call. "Yes, my lord." 

"Call doctor Ha now!"

Hearing Diego's orders, it certainly took Ashan by surprise. His master, it has been almost a year never called the doctor, nor to the hospital. Also, never complained about his legs. So, what makes Diego want to call doctor Hakan?

"Are you not feeling well, sir?"

Diego did not reply, instead glancing at his right hand cynically. 

"Well, I call you."