Oh My Cecunguk
Episide 75

"Honey .. please get me a towel, here there is nothing" cried Alan from the bathroom. Yeah, that Cecunguk is in that restroom right now.

"This is the towel" I said, knocking on the door.

Alan opened the door a little. Half his naked body was visible when he stuck out his head. "Thank you" he said after taking the towel in my hand. After that, close the door again.

I approached the wardrobe. Take a smaller sized towel and also a hair dryer to dry her hair. Then sit back on the bed.

The bathroom door opened again, Alan appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. Her hair was soaked and water spots spread all over her bare-chested body.

"Where's your shirt? Why not wear it again?" I asked while looking at him. His snow-white skin looked radiant, smooth and flawless. Field chest, slim waist and flat stomach, such a sight is a pity to miss, right? in short, wash your eyes.

"They're dirty. You told me not to wear the clothes I was wearing" he said.

Well, I did say that once. "Come and sit down" I said, patting the small chair in front of me.

With his legs Alan arrived at my side quickly. Then dropped his ass on a rectangular wooden chair covered with foam on the top. He shifted his chair forward, closer to me until our knees touched each other. His long, muscular arms stretched out, fingered my waist and wrapped it there.

"Is it that hard to obey the words of others?" I said wiping the water on his face with a towel. "I told you to stay in place and not go anywhere, but you didn't listen" I continued.

He replied with closed eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, just to the bathroom."

As always, Alan was never short of answers. Any question can be easily handled by him. The mouth is like an automatic machine that can take out a sentence at any time quickly and precisely without needing much thought. I bet his brain must work harder than anyone else. Like me, for example.

I took the ice bag compress and put it on the side of Alan's bruised face. "Hold this" I told him.

Alan reached out his left hand and took over the task. While I take the ointment and open the lid. He grimaced as I applied the ointment to the corner of his injured lip. "Is it really painful?" my many.

"Hm," he said, briefly. My fingers moved to the right and to the left, stroking her cheeks gently. I hope that touch makes him feel better.

Others may think I'm crazy for having such thoughts. How can a touch reduce the pain a person suffers? Really ridiculous.

Well, it's kind of silly, I admit it. But such ridiculous things are strangely quite useful to me. When I'm sick, whether it's a stomachache due to menstruation or fever, I'll feel better if someone holds my hand or caresses my head. The touch seemed to absorb the pain, it was very magical.

"Alea ...," call Alan. His eyes are back open.

"Yes" I replied.

"Do you know, the ointment you hold is actually not very powerful," he said seriously.

"Isn't he?" I thought otherwise. I think it's really powerful because Alan's stoking more at home. I found it in a few different places. Some are stored in p3k boxes, in his desk drawer and also in the room. In addition, in the office and apartment there are also such ointments and also some other drugs produced by the same company.

Alan nodded. "It is very magical, can heal various kinds of wounds and also overcome some body problems such as fatigue, difficulty sleeping and so on. In addition, the drug is also very potent, ten times more potent than the ointment you hold."

"There really is such a drug?" I just can't believe it.

"Of course there is. But not everyone can get it." Alan moved the ice bag compress from his face. Throw him to the table, then fold both his hands on his chest.

"Why? Is it because it's so expensive?" Yes, if there really is such a drug, the price is definitely not cheap.

What kind of medicine is that? why should one rely on one's luck to obtain it. Besides, is there anyone who wants to give drugs for free?

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You're not fooling me, are you?"

"You're so smart, how can I fool you" he said.

I still look at his face. Telling the truth of Alan's words through the look in his eyes. I was a little surprised to find no lies there. So does the drug really exist?

"Tell me, what medicine is it and how do I get it? Is it in all the drugstores? Or only in certain pharmacies? In addition, what drugs are sold freely or must be prescribed by a doctor?" I waited for his answer impatiently.

"You want to know?"

I nodded my head in response.

"Then draw near" he said, flicking his fingers.

I was stunned for a moment, feeling confused. Why should I come closer? That's kind of weird. But I'm very curious. I leaned my body forward, approached it.

"Be closer" he asked.

"What are you getting close to?" We were so close, his knees even went between my thighs.

With one pull I was already on his lap. "Like this, this new one is called approaching" said Alan.

"It's not coming near but it's sticking," I protested, hitting her in the chest, but I didn't intend to hurt her.

"Then let me repeat. Sticking to me, Alea," he said with a faint smile.

"Now quickly tell me," I urged.

"You're being impatient." Alan grabbed my hand and guided it towards his shoulder.

"Yes, I'm very curious" I said as I linked my finger to his nape.

"Because you're so curious and so impatient, then I'll tell you now" he said. "Close your eyes" he said later.

"Why should I close my eyes?"

"Can't you stop asking?! just do what I tell you to."

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his face. But it immediately stopped as the look in his eyes sharpened. "Well, I'll obey now" I said, closing my eyes.

What is the form of the drug? Will it be solid like pills and tablets? Or a syrupy liquid? Or is it a cream like ointment?

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