Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 90's

"In addition to taking care of me very well, my mother is also good at cooking. The food is no less delicious than you. My mother was also very patient. He never got mad at me even though I was so naughty when I was a kid" Alan continued.

Not only when you were a kid, Al, now you're still naughty. You're such a bitch.

Alan looked down, looking at me again. "My mom looks a lot like you, Alea. The difference is you're a little stubborn and also a dissident. While my mother doesn't."

*Are you actually praising or making fun of me?

"Maybe that's why you like me? Because I look like your mother?"

Alan shook his head. "I don't think so."

I took off my arms and shifted my body, lying on my back with Alan's arm as a cushion.

"What do you like about me, Al? Is it because of my beauty?" ask me without looking at him.

Alan laughed a little. "You think you're pretty?" taunted.

I looked up, looked at him again. "Are I not?"

Alan brought his face closer. Pressing his forehead against my forehead. Her warm breath gushed all over my face as she spoke. "You're more than pretty, Alea. I like everything that's on you. I I like this one..."

I closed my eyes as Alan alternately kissed both eyelids.

"They're very pretty, like doll eyes" she praised with a charming smile. "In addition, I like this one the most." Alan moved his lips to mine. Pecked and sipped it a few times. Exploring every corner of my mouth with his cold tongue. "It feels so good" he said with a teasing smile.

As usual I gasped for breath every time I finished kissing her. Alan laughed loudly.

"You're like a fish thrown ashore, Alea."

Yeah, I might look like that. Like a fish dying from oxygen exhaustion, almost dead.

"Are you always like this when you sleep?" ask Alan. He pulled me back into his arms. One leg raised, wrapped around my hip.

"What?" my question, confused.

"You're not wearing underwear, are you?" whisper in my ear.

I was shocked. How could he know? Is his pajamas see-through?

I lowered my gaze, examining my own clothes. Looks like the material is pretty thick, but why would Alan know?

"It looks like yours is so chewy, can I touch it?" he said with a seductive smile. His hands started to move mischievously. Infiltrated into my pajamas and caressed my stomach.

I quickly grabbed his hand, stopping the movement of his hand. However, the Cecunguk rebelled and kept trying to reach out to mine.

"I'll kick yours if you dare to move your hand even further" I threatened with a snorting eye.

Alan was not afraid. He smiled broadly. "Don't dong, honey. He's my most valuable asset. Assets that will please you after we get married later," he said without embarrassment. "Rather than kicking him, why don't you just bite him? That's more fun. I'll take it with pleasure if you want to."

"Basic pervert! It's crazy!" Umpatku while releasing himself from his embrace. I rolled over to the other side of the bed. Wrapping my body tightly with a blanket and lying on my back.

"Stop laughing and go back to your room. I want to sleep."

Alan shifted his body, approaching me. His legs and hands landed back on top of my blanket-covered body. "I'll accompany you here, you might scream in fear again if I'm not around."

Cih, Excuses. Just tell me you want to sleep with me. We were both silent for a while. My eyes were closed when Alan asked again.

"Alea... You're asleep already?"

Alan lifted his head and peeked at my face as I remained silent. "You're really asleep?" ask again.

I wanted to keep quiet and pretend to be asleep, but her hands kept shaking my shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore and finally gave up.

"What?" I said with closed eyes.

Alan dropped his head back on the pillow. Right behind my head. Her breath splashed into my neck. Causes a tickling tingling sensation.

"Alea, don't you want to ask me something?"

I shut up for a moment, thinking. But nothing came into my head.

"Should I ask you something?" ask me confused. "What should I ask?"

Alan laughed at my confusion.

"I'm asking you, why are you asking back?"

"I don't know. I'm confused about what to ask about," I explained.

"Then you just have to answer 'no' that's enough."

Yes yes too. Why am I asking like an idiot. Huh, you idiot!

"Alea..." Alan said again. His voice is very low. Almost like a whisper. If he's not right behind me, maybe I don't hear him.

"Yes" I replied, briefly.

"Are you mad at me?"

I cringe, confused. "Aren't you the one who's mad at me? You just left after dinner and ignored me afterwards" I reminded.

I turned to face him. Staring at his two black eyes that were shining under the light of the sleeping lights. "Say... What wrong? Did I do something I wasn't supposed to?" Suit me, ask for an explanation.

Alan shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong, Alea."

His left hand extended upwards, pushing away a stray pinch of hair into my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"I'm not mad at you - I'm angry at someone else" he continued.

I threw away my face. Staring in any direction while laughing loudly. My blood is boiling. I feel so angry now. "...You're mad at someone else, but you're taking it out on me. Good, very good, Al," I quipped in annoyance.