MUSE

MUSE
S2 ~ PROLOG


S2 MUSE


EPISODE 32


S2 \~ PROLOG


\~ Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Song of Solomon ⁇ ⁇ 1:2 ⁇ \~


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Hello my name is Arvin, do you still remember me? I appeared as a cameo star in MUSE's first season. Yes, I am the sister of the beautiful Lenna. This time I will be present as the main character in the story MUSE Season two. Ready wipes because my story must also drain your tears...


Stay read and read..


—MUSE S2—


Get to know first, yeah. People don't know, so don't love. My name is Marvinous, people call me Arvin. In German Arvin means best friend, maybe Papa and Mama wish I had a lot of friends and friends in my life.


I am a confident person.


I am a leader, authoritative, and always looking for adventure. How about Julius? Yup, because that guy is my role model. I am very interested in free life and have an independent nature. I'm also the kind of person who always talks the way I am. No more and no less.


At the age of 30 years I was quite successful with my own pioneering efforts. He did his capital from parents, but his business still uses my own sweat. All I wake up with sweat and tears. Wkwkwkwk.


Unlike my sister Lenna who tends to be quiet because of her condition which is arguably special. I am more sociable and sociable. I have many friends, achievements, and dreams.


Physically I am a normal person, but deep down in my soul I am a little different. Yes, as you thought, I have a mental disorder. Maybe this happened because Papa and Mama have been paying more attention to my sister since I was a child. Their affection is reduced because they are more focused on paying attention to older brothers who are considered more abnormal than me. Does a child need attention too? Need some affection?


So, I'm suffering from mental disorder, not bad anyway, I'm just a little syco. Ah.. how cruel is that, huh? But calm down, I don't like to cut up human flesh or eat it anyway. I was just a little cruel, emotional and explosive, I also often tortured women I slept with as a form of emotional disorder. What the hell is his name? Mesochist? ah the real one.. Masochistic..


Have you seen the movie Fifty Shade of Grey? That's how I was torturing my partner before I had sexx. I got satisfaction from the groans of pain and submissiveness. How**king I’m, right?


No one ever knew that my nature turned out this way because I always hid it from everyone I knew. What else from both my parents and relatives. Only a handful of people knew (the cheap women), the doctor, and also my secretary Aleina.


I haven't stayed with my parents since college. And so I became more and more entangled in this disgusting pleasure. No one was watching me, no one reminded me. Life free.


No man is perfect, no man is innocent, right? I have always instilled that in my heart as a form of self-defense. Let all these sins be atoned for by doing good to the needy.


Did I ever wish I could heal?


Sure oes.. Who wouldn't want to recover from a disease like this? Moreover, my age is no longer a teenager, my parents want me to get married soon. But which good girl would give herself up to be whipped and tortured before sex?


I have consulted doctors and psychologists often. The result is nil.the pleasure dominates my body, heart, and soul.


Until one day a hope appeared for me to heal..


Healing from this disorder..


Healing from pseudo satisfaction.


But sadly one...


At that time I let go because I only considered her a nameless woman. Who just pass by like the other j**women.


It happened long enough, but it still stuck in my mind. I only met him twice.. And, stupidly, I never asked her name either..


Can I see him again?


Such a classic question, considering how vast the city I live in today.


Only her hair was black and long, her eyelashes were as plump as dolls, as well as her full lips and so seductive rations that I remembered.


Oh yes, I also still remember the smell of cheap collone used..


So sweet..


So soft..


So intoxicating..


It was raining hard that day, and he was a little wet from the rain. Seeing her shivering body made me want to protect her so much, but in fact my ego was once again bigger. I never asked his name.


Right now, there are different ways I do it.. But I still never found it.. Even the online sex seller site I ordered didn't know anything about this girl's life. And who is he? It is like disappearing into the earth. Reportedly there are no.


Ah. stupid me..


— MUSE —


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