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The Cruelty of the Red Fan

The bride did not appear to be in the room. The bedroom window was still tightly closed, but the ceiling of the room was torn wide following the open tile.

The celebration of pestapora turned into a sad sorrow. The guests immediately went home without saying goodbye, the name of the Red Fan Demon being whispered by their lips and hearts in fear.

The previous story was inside the bridal room.

Two young and young people who had just experienced room sleeping with an opposite sex was certainly still a shame.

The bride sat on the bed bowing her face, twisting her eyes, she did not dare. Although she knew that she now they were legal to share a room with her future husband.

She knew how delicate and handsome her husband was, and in fact, she felt happy in her heart to be the wife of the young man.

But the shame made him not dare to wiggle. Only her two ears were alive at that moment, listening attentively towards her husband moving. Until her husband sat on the bed next to her, he did not dare to cling let alone look.

There may be an hour or more of young teenagers who are only between the ages of sixteen to eighteen years old have sat together unmoving in the slightest like two human statues.

The bride sits down until her back is curved and her chin touches her chest, her eyes half closed and her face covered in a string of pearls that is a kind of veil.

The man, still in his beautiful bridal attire, had a reddish handsome face, and his fine white cheeks had become red because he had been forced to drink bridal wine by the relatives who had congratulated him, the wide, clear pair of eyes glittered but his mouth was smiling in embarrassment.

Several times he glanced to the right, several times he looked, several times his lips twitched about to make a sound, But all was in vain, he could not make a sound because every time his heart jumped like it was about to jump out of the mouth through his throat.

He had tried to move his right hand to touch the fingers of his wife's delicate hand that was on his lap, but his hand was shaking and lost his strength.

Suddenly the bride took a deep breath and heard a stifled sobbing once. She was tired of waiting, almost unable to withstand the tremors of her heart so tense, but her husband remained silent. This was truly an irresistible temptation almost as he cried. Want him to plop down on the bed while crying sobbing.

"Sa..my baby!"

Finally the anticipated voice was heard as well, the voice of her husband trembling.

The voice that pierced his chest, continued to touch his heart, making him breathless then turned his head slightly, glanced then smiled shyly to throw his face again looking down.

The groom's hand was suddenly in the bride's hand, the slow touch but the first touch felt up to the bone marrow made the little bride's hand shiver like a little bird held by someone.

"Why are your hands so cold, baby?" ask the groom.

"Ah, that's okay." replied the bride by commenting on her smile.

This first sentence opens the door

the awkwardness that had separated them but shortly afterwards, when with a trembling finger the groom opened the veil of the bride's face cover then was fascinated by the beauty of his wife's face, the young woman timidly held back a laugh and rested her head on her husband's chest.

In that friendly state, the two then explain each other's state of self.

Moments later they were startled by a shrill sound that sounded above the tile of the bridal room. The voice grew louder and closer, after that there was a sound of tile opening along with the break of the ceiling of the bridal room floated down a human body into the room and then like a shadow bird that had been standing on the floor of the bridal room with reviewing smile.

The bride and groom were surprised not to play, when they saw that the man who floated down from above turned out to be a handsome man and dressed all in red.

Of course this couple had not heard of the Red fan that had been spreading deathly for several days in the gambling house in their city.

The red fan only smiled, was very sweet and his pair of eyes looked at the bride's face then laughed wide and scary.

"Ah, really beautiful bride! It's a pity that such a beautiful woman is accompanied by such a weak man!" exclaimed the red-clothed man who then stepped forward and his fingers rubbed the bride's chin and cheeks in a friendly motion.

Because it was too shocked and her, the bride widened her eyes unable to make a sound and her white face became very red.

The groom was upset and furious when he saw his visitors being brash with the woman he had just married.

"Where did this low and crazy man come from!" muttered the man's bride in heart.

"Hi you, get out of here!" exclaimed the groom with a look of face that signified his annoyance.

But these words were immediately followed by the movement of the left hand of the Red Fan Demon with open fingers piercing forward and the small smooth fingers were like the tips of five swords that had collapsed entering the groom's heart, penetrating the skin and flesh clothing.

"Seeet....!"

"Aarrgh....!"

The groom collapsed on the bed and blood poured out of his chest.

"Aaaah, husband!" the bride screams and then closes her eyes and face with both palms.

Suddenly the bride became limp and unable to move anymore. Until he did not feel his body being snatched and shouldered on the shoulders of the Red Fan Demon.

Once the demon jump The red fan that shouldered the bride had already floated up and out through the ceiling of the room she had previously broken into.

The Red Fan continued to carry the bride through the darkness of the night, heading to an empty house on the edge of the city.

Tonight the bride is not married to her husband in the bridal chamber, but is married to the Red Fan Satan. A man full of lust.

The devil's dirty desire Red fan by forcing the bride to swallow two grains of stimulant concoction that she always carries. Where with the drug, can make the bride like mad and full of desire.

The bride turns into a starving demon and serves the Red Fan Satan with the same great nafssu.

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