Serving Mr Impoten
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Rose makes breakfast the way Edgard wants, Gracia doesn't help because she's busy cleaning the house. Today, there was no longer a scene they did not want where Rose was just wrapped in an apron. Despite the difficulty of moving one hand due to swollen shoulders, Rose still does her job well. He did not want to disappoint his master any more than that because he could see that Edgard was not in a good mood.

After this he hoped that his master would leave quickly because he wanted to visit his sister in the hospital.  he also wanted to go back to the dorm to pick up some stuff and meet Madam Dahlia because there were some questions he wanted to ask the musician. The issue of payment he got during his time with Edgard has never been discussed at all. Although Edgard said that he would pay his services but usually the one who paid was Madam Dahlia. Therefore he must know clearly and he must know when he is paid because the hospital fee he must pay once a week. He hoped there would be no change in terms of paying so that his sister's hospital fees could still be paid on time.

A glass of black unsweetened coffee was already on the table as well as two pieces of toast. That was enough for his master to enjoy himself. Roseline immediately took the food to the room. Don't let Edgard get angry for waiting too long. The man's temperament was very bad perhaps because of his illness or because Edgard did not like him but it was not important because his presence in the house was helping Edgard until his illness was cured.

Edgard sat in front of the window enjoying his cigar as he used to do when Roseline came inside carrying food. His sharp gaze could not be separated from the night woman he paid a high price. He hopes his money is not wasted and the impotent disease he suffers soon heals before he and Angelica get married.

“Your breakfast, Sir,” said Roseline as she approached Edgar.

"Bring here and feed me!" edgard's orders.

"Well," Rose approached her master and placed the food on a table not far from Edgard. The man was still looking at her, he wanted to see what the prostitute would do. Roseline climbed onto the lap of Edgard without any hesitation at all. As long as his master was not angry, he would never hesitate to do so and luckily Edgar was not angry and did not forbid.

"Sir, smoking is not good for your health," Roseline ventured to pick up the cigars her master was enjoying.

"How dare you take my story, who are you?" Edgard looked upset that Rose had picked up the cigar she was enjoying.

"Smoking is not good for your good, sir, if you want to heal you have to take care of your health" Roseline said with a smile and it made Edgard Gusar.  frankly, he did not like the smile shown by Roseline.

"Where do you know? You're not a doctor!" edgard said cynically.

"I'm not a doctor, sir. But I've read it if you have a lot to take care of your health.  Do not consume alcohol in excess and should not smoke too much. The master must rest sufficiently so that the master's illness can be cured immediately. If you don't believe it, you can read it in the article without the need to go to the hospital."

“Cih, I'm used to smoking so give it back!”  Edgard recaptured his cigar, but Roseline bravely raised it as high as possible because if his master did not take care of his health, the disease would not heal and his role would not end. It didn't matter that he was in the house that long ago but for the man, who had paid him dearly would definitely blame himself without wanting to know how to deal with his illness.

"Sorry, sir. I want Mister to recover soon so it's best not to smoke too much. This is for your good."

"Don't mess with me. Give it to me right now!" edgard shouted full of emotion.

"What do you want to do, huh? Do you think you can cure my illness in the blink of an eye? It's best not to dream and it's best not to forbid me to do what I want because you're nobody in this house. Better remember with your position, you're just the whore I bought!"

"I know and I am indeed the prostitution*r that you bought so that your illness can be cured so I beg you, trust me and if you are indeed cured then you must take care of your own health. Some therapy is needed and I know it is my role but without your cooperation, how can your illness be cured? The money you spent to buy me should not be wasted. Aren't you getting married soon? You should take care of your own health so that your desire to be healed can be carried out immediately before the Lord's wedding day comes."

Edgard looked at Roseline intently but silently thought of Roseline's words. Indeed, he already wanted his illness to be cured especially he did not want Angelica to be suspicious and he could not possibly avoid it continuously. He can avoid that time when Angelica wants him but later, on their wedding night that is near where Angelica needs her touch, don't let her not be able to give it so Angelica knows the embarrassing illness she's suffering .

"Sir, why didn't you answer me?" Roseline ventured to play her hand on the man's face as she was trying to tease her master.

Edgard caught Roseline's hand and pulled her shirt up. Roseline was surprised but she did not argue or anything else especially when Edgard buried her face into her cleavage. Roseline bit her lip as the man bit her chest. He was sick but tried to hold it.

"You're so brave to snatch the cigar I'm enjoying so you're gonna have to replace it!" edgard.

"I don't mind if you stop smoking cigars. All for your own good, sir. Anyway, I bought it so you can do anything!" said Roseline.

"Deliver! You seem to have forgotten that you shouldn't use anything when you're with me!"

Roseline moved out of Edgard's lap without saying anything. Her clothes were removed one by one with a slight seductive style. Edgard watched him without turning away, a perfectly seductive smooth body. He became curious, what made Roseline a star in the Heaven brothel. The woman must have made her guests so satisfied with the servant she gave.

Without a thread, Rose returned to Edgard. The man immediately hugged her and pounced on her. Instead of the cigars captured by Roseline, Edgard bit the piece and played it. Rose bit her lips, endured the pain and endured the sensations of Edgard's touch. Roseline even took out the village* slowly and it made Edgard feel ga*rah that had died, slightly lit up.

Curious about his body's reaction, Edgard touched another body part of Roseline. Right, he felt his body react a little although not much. He could feel something he had not felt for a long time when he touched a woman, now he could feel it again.

"Sir, why did you stop? Is it my turn?" ask Roseline because Edgard is silent.

"We're moving!" bring Edgard.

Roseline moved, she did not understand but Edgard had already pulled her towards the bed. Although a little, he should be able to resurrect his ga* yet again and the squid, should return to being an anaconda. Breakfast was left out because Edgard was busy with Roseline to turn the squid back into an anaconda that could stand upright.