Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
Who's she?"

The wind slowly burst into the room that last night was a silent witness to the forcible seizure of honor and the heated battle shook the bed of a man who was still sleeping on it.

No messy bed. The luxurious room came back clean with no blood spots at all, as if there had been no massacre or just a hoax of women's clothes.

"Gum!"

A small mutter appeared on the sensual lips of a handsome man on the bed there. The blanket covered her athletic body with a very handsome face pillow.

Slowly the eyes shriveled as the light began to pierce the brownish-split netra. He opened his eyes for a moment to regain consciousness.

"Why is my head so dizzy?" daychi's murmur normalized his common sense. He closed for a moment and then looked back at the area around him.

"Shit! you do it again." said Daychi when he saw his body was only wrapped in Boxer only. He understood that this was how Zuan usually ruled last night.

"I promised him I wouldn't play that disgusting species, but you'd still deny it, you bastard."

"Sergeants!"

Zuan's flat voice made Daychi turn to look at the tall, slightly curly-haired man.

"Hm."

"Do you need anything?" asked Zuan bowing his head obediently.

"How many species?" the question that Zuan understood because this was common to him.

"5. Sergeant!"

"Which serves me?" daychi asked coldly. He still shadowed the sense of release was very delicious in his body but he forgot who the woman was let alone he seemed to realize or not make love with the goddess of the gray-eyed moon.

"It was one of the very famous comfort women.she was nicknamed the Night Flower and often came to meet the Young Master. Lien!" obviously Zuan who was a bit worried about mentioning the name because he knew his Serannya hated this woman.

"But.."

Daychi was speechless.I could vaguely feel the screams of someone's pain last night. Whether it's the woman he exsecuted or ..no, she's a comfort woman and can't possibly still be holy.

"Do you want me to tell you his name?"

"It's not that important" Daychi replied beginning to carelessly discuss women. The species was very unpasteful in its life except for certain people who proved themselves.

Zuan nodded unwilling to continue. If the Serannya knew that last night was Whuang then most likely the Sersannya would feel disgusted and Fed up. Well, he did too but there was something that last night was enough to make Zuan surprised but did not want to ignite his Serian emotions.

"How's that fucking Bandot?" daychi's growls changed the topic.

"He's back in his country! request protection from the Argentine Defense Minister to block our troops from visiting."

"Cihh! he thought he could escape hiding in the ant-hole?!" daychi leaned against the head of the bed. His enemies are so many and so cunning. Surely they will find allies to fight him because they cannot tear down the Ryoto Clan in one Fortress.

The Ryoto clan is so big and has been around for a long time. They included Yakuza members in the Japanese area and returned to China for business and a permanent residence for Daychi separated from his Family. Daychi lives alone in a harsh environment while his younger brother Lien is in the control of his father.

"Go! keep an eye on the weapons packaging at the warehouse because it's going to be targeted tonight."

"Good!"

Zuan stepped away from commanding the Members to move according to his Serannya plan. While Daychi was pensive for a moment, the view with the bed that felt still reminded him of the woman.

"His eyes are grey. beautiful!" daychi muttered and then brushed it off. He stepped into the bathroom. He must immediately visit his empty brain sister or it could be that his cunning father will make a noise again.

........

The body of the charming level seemed helpless to withstand the pain all over his body. He was immersed in the cold under the ice that was put into the water that was always a container of torture for him.

The two usually smooth lentic hands were immediately filled with bruises in strong chains so that they could not rise from the frozen water there. His face was already pale with an indescribable bluish skin.

"A..Daddy!"

It's full of shivers. It was only wrapped in brown returns to make his white skin contrast with the lash marks of Mr. Jirom who had been sitting in front of his daughter with a cruel look.

"Sick. hm?"

"A..Daddy!" lirih Whuang helplessly could only endure the cold and pain. He was unable to open his eyes when the ice froze his bones.

"Hit him!"

"A..Daddy!" Whuang shook his head no longer able to endure the pain but the burly flat-faced young man swung a small but long chain into Whuang's soft back that was full of scratches.

"A..Ahhhh!!!!" whuang screams in pain as the lash hit his back. The man continued to smash it with shivering eyes holding the clear dew but the blood was frozen.

"More powerful!!"

Cetabs...

"Hmm!!!!"

Whuang growled firmly grasping his chain. The water was already red due to blood seeping everywhere. Whuang's eyes could not shed tears because they had been crying since.

"A..Dad, hiks! m.sorry!"

Mr. Jirom's loud voice boomed as the hot lash hit Whuang's body, which had been covered in wounds. The woman continued to endure death but Mr. Jirom was very happy that Whuang would be deterred after this.

After making Whuang's body inflamed hot and injured. Mr. Jirom hinted the man to take the orange juice that used to torture Whuang every time he made a small mistake or a big mistake.

"A..Daddy!" Whuang interrupted his consciousness stared fearfully at the bucket the man was carrying. His bruised lips shook with shrivelled eyes and harbored an overwhelming fear.

"A..Dad. j.no, a.dad hix!"

"Why? getting sick? it doesn't hurt at all." said Mr. Jirom crouched down before Whuang who shook his head pale. That beautiful face looks so tortured making Amor the torturer here to be sliced.

Why do you have to get caught in this devil's trap. Missy? he's not human.

The Amorite mind feels pity. But he could not help but do Mr. Jirom's orders controlling all the people he worked with.

"A....Daddyh. W .Whuang j. Promise Whuang ."

"Do it!"

Amor closed his eyes unwilling to see with his hands flushing Whuang's body with this acid water until the woman's loud screams were heard making the servants out there run around scared and goosebumps.

"Donahhhh!!!!!"

The pain spread throughout Whuang's body that held the pain mixed with pain that was very, very painful. His white skin was inflamed red even Whuang wanted to run out and look for pain-relieving water in his body and mind.

"illness?"

Tanya Mr. Jirom stroked Whuang's head which bit her lips restraining everything. Amor could not twitch but clench his hands withstanding this tormented feeling.

"P..It's hot!" the inflamed Whuang growled could not bear and was so sick but Mr. Jirom stroked his daughter's long mane gently. It was as if he lost his mind toying with the woman's life.

"Good boy?"

"A..Son.b..good!" said Whuang tremblingly nodding with his entire body flushed hot. Whuang was already scared and numb until like a dazed man obeyed the caress of his father's hand.

"Good boy?"

"A..Good boy!"

Whuang replied nodding with her eyes wide open accepting the embrace of Mr. Jirom who returned like a normal Father. He stroked Whuang's back which was already like a meat incision with a wist.

"Dad's son. sick?"

"S..It hurts!" whuang replied completely submissively scared like a slave. He could no longer move but hold everything. Can't imagine the woman's suffering living like this but why didn't God make her die?

"Whuang is a good boy! don't struggle. Dad, hm?"

"A..Child b...good!"

Mr. Jirom nodded with a big smile, brought his lips closer to Whuang's ear, and then showed the chains that were covered in blood, giving Whuang a hysterical response.

"A..Forgive. a.ayah.a.."

"Sutt!! don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt!"

Whuang's lips trembled continuously docked to the place where his tent was avoiding the Chain that seemed to rotate in his head. Events like this make Whuang Pobia of things smelling chains or whipping. He will spontaneously remember and fear because Mr. Jirom always immerse fear when wrong and courage when winning

"When Whuang goes wrong this will happen again!"

"A.sorry!"

"But.."

Mr. Jirom framed the beautiful face of Whuang who was shivering no longer looked fine.

"When you win, happiness is with you. Good boy!"

"A..Good boy."

Whuang replied obediently until Mr. Jirom immediately stood clapping his hands until the 3 servants who were standing outside immediately entered staring at the state of his nonaanya.

"Take him to the treatment room!"

"Good!"

They rushed over to the unconscious Wuang. Every scratch on his body seemed to be a symbol that he was a slave to his father's power.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you, Whuang!"

Amor's mind is wounded. Surely after this Mr. Jirom who is an expert in medicine and poison will heal Whuang quickly but will leave his trauma and fear.

How could Mr. Jirom allow Whuang's wounds to become Borok because the woman's body was the most important asset. Mr. Jirom only made dark memories in his daughter's mind from childhood so as not to fight against him.

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