Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
You know this is dangerous!

The cunning sharp gaze still unsheathed a woman who was hiding behind Daychi's stocky body. His embrace to the body firmly the husband tightened with his face buried into the male's burly back.

"I...Ichi." lirih Whuang was still reluctant to take off her embrace. Mr. Jirom's face looks bruised blue near the cheeks and the corners of the lips bruised as if exhausted on the beat, seen once the look of his eyes save the gloom against the frightened Whuang.

"He hit you?" daychi asked coldly just wanting to hear from Whuang's own mouth.

"I...Ichi!"

"What's wrong.you just answer" Daychi said still holding back emotions when Whuang was even more frightened.

"A.I.I.."

"I'm his father.How could I hit my own daughter." sambar Mr. Jirom casually made Daychi's fist strengthen. Highlight the eyes of the eagle turned dark further adding to the coldness of this room.

"Whuang! let's go home." he continued, full of cunning.

"T..No. I .. I..Ichi hiks. I .."

Daychi slowly stood up until Whuang was increasingly made to shiver to switch to hug the sturdy legs of the Male Dragon as if he did not want to be left behind.

"Stand up!"

"I...Ichi!"

Daychi turned to look at Whuang sharply making the woman grip her legs firmly. He felt clearly that Whuang's mind had been crushed by the fear in his heart.

"I..Ichi!"

"stand! there was nothing you could fear from him." Daychi forcefully pulled Whuang's rough arm up to stand behind him. Although it could not be as straight as Whuang clasped to Daychi's sturdy waist.

"He hit you?" daychi asked once again looking back at Mr. Jirom's relaxed face.

"A..I.." Still scared not to look at his father's face.

"He's not gonna talk about anything that's not true. You're just pushy, Sergeant Daychi." - Sir Jirom smirked. Good, Whuang. You are my best son. I deserve your fear.

"You don't want to answer?" Daychi started to get emotional.

"A..I'm..."

"Good! stand here with her, I want to get out." Daychi dropped Whuang's screaming back into her arms.

"No!!!! j..don't.don't leave me, hiks! Ichi."

"Java!" press Daychi was so intimidating that Whuang gathered her courage by nodding.

"I..Aye." Yeah."

"With what?"

Whuang paled imagining the object and he could not calm down because it was the thing that had helped him from childhood.

"D..She...always carry it and it .."

"This you mean?!"

"I..Ichi!!" ichi!!!"

Whuang shouted in surprise as Mr. Jirom took out the usual chain in his pocket. The sigh of the bayah man appeared to step closer making Whuang tremble even more.

"J..Don't. it ..it hurts!!"

"What? it's just a regular chain. Son!"

Mr. Jirom thrust it but Daychi who picked up the thing drew fear of Whuang who immediately took off the hug turned back.

"J'S...Don't..."

"You want to hold it, too. Sergeant!" muttered Mr. Jirom without fear at all. He admitted that Daychi was violent with a demonic aura and had beaten him last night but he would not let Whuang loose.

"I...The ichi! j.no, hiks!"

"Why are you so scared of this thing?" daychi's question wrapped around the chain wrapped in the needle to the back of his hand made Mr. Jirom grin.

"It's an ordinary chain."

"Wouldn't know before trying. hm!" hiss Daychi gritted his teeth.

"You're too me.."

"You'll try it!!!"

Daychi directly smashed his hot fist into Mr. Jirom's face which immediately fell onto the floor full of shard there making Zuan surprised. He was outside but immediately entered when a loud bang was heard.

"S..Sergeant!" muttered Zuan was stunned to see the blood dripping from Daychi's burly fist staring at killing Lord Jirom.

"It hurts?!" daychi asked coldly stepping closer carrying a great fury. He endured the disgust overnight so as not to escape before Whuang declared YES.

"Curtain! I'm your father-in-law." sissed Mr. Jirom felt his face was shredded and very sick of a strong blow to his jaw.

"Dad?"

"Hm. if you harass me then it's the same as if you're hostile towards your father!!"

Daychi chuckled at the devil showing his fist full of blood. It seems like this guy doesn't know anything about his life yet.

"So then?!" triv Daychi crouched down before Mr. Jirom who was shocked by his response. Daychi switched to gripping the collar of the man's shirt firmly making Whuang already hide under the table curled up in fear.

"K...You .."

"Unfortunately I don't need creatures like you!!!"

Bugh....

Daychi again hit him even more brutally this time making the blood splash onto his white shirt. The punch holds hatred and anger so blindly that Mr. Jirom can not dwell but try to avoid it but his face is torn will prick the needle.

"Damn it!!!!"

"Sergeants!" Zuan was stunned as Daychi lunged at the man's stomach until spitting blood made Whuang widen her eyes screaming.

"W..Whuang." said Mr. Jirom withstood the pain all over his body but Daychi was not satisfied. He wanted to skin this man alive so he knew how the pain was.

"SCREWS!!!"

"Sergeants!!"

Zuan restrained Daychi's shoulder that wanted to strangle Mr. Jirom's neck with those blood-stained chains. Daychi's breath hunting with his face really brought wrath.

"Sergeants! control yourself because Miss saw this." muttered Zuan to make Daychi close her teeth glancing at Whuang who was staring blankly at all that.

"Bring him!"

Zuan nodded hinting at the members standing outside to bring the dying-looking Lord Jirom. The man's face could not be said to be good because the half was almost flat because of Daychi.

"Curtain! you're looking for the wrong enemy "murm the members snuggled Mr. Jirom rudely. Dragging the middle-aged man out mercilessly pulled his hair like an illegal prisoner.

"Sergeants! clean your body for..."

Zuan stopped talking as Daychi took off his jacket and shirt and wiped his bloodied face. The burly body stepped closer to Whuang who still looked empty.

"A..Father." - Whuang shivered at the sight of blood everywhere. He still had affection for the man until his gray eyes began to condense.

"A..Dad, hiks!"

"You still staring at that damn thing? where's your brain??!!!"

"K..Why did you hit? you beat him!!!!" whuang snapped on his sobs. Zuan was silent without a word. He knew how much Whuang loved the man, but his wounds would always be wide open.

"Is that? well, let him do whatever it takes anyway it's NONE OF MY BUSINESS." Press Daychi then stand up with Zuan who understands stepping away closing the room door.

Daychi stepped into the bathroom throwing his jacket and t-shirt carelessly making Whuang silent with her heartbroken breath looking at all corners of the room.

Glass shards, blood spills and everything was a mess. However, Whuang ciut's guts when the chain was on top of Daychi's jacket that had been thrown in any direction vented his frustration.

"Good boy! you're a very useful tool to me. You're so smart and manageable."

The words of Mr. Jirom were lodged in Whuang's head which closed his eyes. Whuang's bending of legs slackened his mind in order to calm down.

"A...Good boy." Whuang muttered trembling then opened his eyes and slowly started to come out from under the table staring towards the bathroom door.

He needed the man now.only Daychi made him come to his senses with fear lodged in his soul.

"Is he angry?"

Inner Whuang stood weakly then stepped slowly closer to the bathroom door. The room was so spacious that Whuang could hold onto the walls and some of the room's furniture.

"He's taking a shower."

The word flashed when he heard the sound of the Shower. Slowly Whuang pressed the bathroom doorknob to open the small let out the aroma of the winning Wood Musk Shampoo.

Whuang's eyes looked cute and empty because he just wanted to hug the man.

"I..Ichi ."

His mind was stunned to see Daychi was standing under the shower with hair full of foam in a sexy swab. Really the appearance of his athletic body is seen when the muscular muscles are no longer hidden because Daychi does not wear anything.

"He's always perfect."

Whuang was amazed to see everything until he subconsciously stepped closer staring in admiration and gently at the handsome figure that once again shook his heart.

Daychi who was unaware of it was only focusing on his show bath let Whuang stare from behind. Whuang's lecherous soul imagined the mighty thing hidden because Daychi had turned his back on him.

"Is Ichi angry?"

Inner Whuang wondered fearfully if Daychi was angry with her. He slowly approached until Daychi grinned at another scent and...

"Thank!"

Duarr....

Daychi's eyes widened as Whuang's body was already clinging to him from behind with both hands clenching the chest of his field. The water also soaked Whuang's body which buried her face into the muscular back of the husband who had stiffly gulped.

"Sorry!"

"K..You...you're okay'an ha?" daychi was nervous as his body responded. His blood sighed violently with breath choked.

"Don't be mad, I'm sorry."

"Shit! you know this is very dangerous. Whuang!" daychi's growls are raspy.

Dahi Whuang frowned pretending not to understand. Although the wound was exposed to water but he was too late in this business.

"What? I just hugged you. What's wrong?"

"You .."

"Thank you. Ichi!" whispering Whuang made Daychi stunned. Why did he suddenly lose his mind? that speech sounds very sincere.

"Hm. go out." Daychi was heavy because he tried to dampen his desire because Whuang had not recovered. With a rumbling chest Whuang knew that Daychi was holding back the desire.

"He's already starting to get up."

Inner Whuang flushed to see the bottom of Daychi was awake even though it was not perfectly upright but it waved moving because it tried to hold back.

"Go! "daychi's eyes widened as Whuang's hands fell down.

"K..You ..A.akhs shitt!" erang Daychi weakened to the wall as the caress left him stung. The flick hands are very good at playing ball and gun at once.

"Let me do it. hm?" whispered Whuang licking Daychi's earlobes that growled deliciously.

"W..Whuang!" erang Daychi was filled with water soaking their bodies. Whuang was so good at pampering her that Daychi forgot the time and the world just because of this woman's service.

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