Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 27: The Soul of Jablay Meronta

Alea continued to fumble indistinctly while chugging the whisky in her hand.

Until finally the whisky in his hand was exhausted.

Alea's eyes also glanced at the whisky in Bratt's hand.

Feeling not drunk enough, Alea immediately grabbed the whisky in Bratt's hand when Bratt was about to chug the whisky.

"Hey!!! What the fuck are you!! Restore it!!" Bratt snapped because Alea snatched the whisky bottle from his hand.

"You can take it again Sir, there's still a lot of your collection!" Reply Alea.

"Restore that! You've had one bottle, so that's enough!" Bratt tried to pull the bottle.

"Don't be stingy sir! I'm not drunk enough yet, so give this to me!" Reply to Alea while maintaining the whisky bottle.

Pulling also happens again. The half-conscious Alea did not have the strength to fight with Bratt, and finally...

The byuuuur... The bottle slipped from Alea's hand and whisky spilled on the oversized t-shirt that Bratt wore.

"Haishis... You!!" Bratt snapped because whisky liquid spilled on his favorite shirt. Bratt really likes white and almost the shirt that Bratt has is white.

"I-I'm sorry Sir!" Alea. The unwell Alea took a tissue to wipe away the whisky liquid.

"Surge you!" Bratt brushed Alea's hand away and then opened her shirt and wiped the translucent whisky liquid onto her chest and stomach.

Seeing Bratt open her shirt, Alea swallowed her hard-earned salivary while looking at Bratt's chest hair and abdominal muscles, her jablay soul flailing back.

After wiping the whisky liquid, Bratt also lifted his butt from the sofa, his intention he wanted to immediately wash the shirt so that the stain could be immediately lost. But just as Bratt had raised his butt, Alea had already held Bratt's hand until Bratt sat back on the sofa.

"What the fuck! Move aside! Omel Bratt's. Because he was upset his favorite shirt was spilled by whisky, Bratt to not realize that he currently wants to get pleasure attacks from Alea. The attack that is very much in the future Bratt.

"Sir... May I touch this?" Alea asked in a heavy and passionate voice while pointing at Bratt's abdominal muscles.

Alea's question finally dawned on Bratt, his sense of regret instantly emanating.

"Finally, the sheep gave themselves up to be devoured by wolves." Bratt murmured inwardly while grinning.

After getting the approval from Bratt, Alea without hesitation immediately touched Bratt's torn bread.

Alea bit her lower lip as she touched the torn bread, her eyes closed and started to fantasize wildly.

And Alea's expression made Bratt's desire flutter and automatically woke up his Bang Jago. Bang Jago also arises from behind the jogger pants that Bratt wears.

Alea's hand was getting naughty, his lentic fingers were not only playing in Bratt's abdominal muscles, but the longer it went down and Bang Jago was able to wake up.

Still in a semi-conscious state, Alea opened her eyes and immediately opened Bratt's pants until Bang Jago was free.

"Is this the real Master?" Alea asked while watching Bang Jago.

"What do you mean ask like that! Sure it's real!" Answer Bratt.

"Sorry sir, I haven't felt the real thing in a long time and only felt the duplicate." Reply Alea.

"Touch if you doubt it!" Reply Bratt.

Alea immediately touched Bang Jago with all five fingers. He massaged the Bang Jago plan to prove its authenticity.

Alea did not realize that the action of his five fingers made Bratt's desire even more crazy.

"Ssh..ah.." - Des*ah Bratt.

Hearing Bratt's sigh, Alea suddenly turned to Bratt who had leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. And Bratt's expression made Alea's soul jablay even more thrashed. Alea turned his head back towards Bang Jago and slowly inserted Bang Jago into his toothed cave.

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