The Devil JOVE's
50. Not Self-Defense
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Outside the room, seen Fidel who was rampaging because his body was scuttered by his men Franklin. Just as he was about to creep into his room Jove because he heard the voice of his master's screams, suddenly Fidel's body was caught by several guards who were there. And of course this made Fidel feel very angry. The safety of his master was being threatened, but these people did not allow him to go inside. Who would not be emotional if he was in the position of Fidel now. Right no?
“Franklin, quickly ask your men to let me go. Your boss is hurting Nonaku, I must save him immediately!” fidel began to despair.
“You even heard firsthand when Mr. Jove promised Mrs Elzavat that he would protect Ms. Casandra's safety. Your words just now make absolutely no sense, Fidel,” Franklin said with his leisure.
“Yakk!”
“Do not shout. Shut up and let Nonamu finish his business with Mr. Jove. Don't be a bully!”
Fidel gritted his teeth. It seemed that his efforts would only be in vain in persuading Franklin. This bastard was as hard as Jove, making Fidel so helpless because of it. Realizing that he would not be able to enter the room to save his master, Fidel finally decided to give up. And only then was Franklin willing to order his men to remove their hold from Fidel's body. Damn it, isn't it?
Meanwhile, in the room, Jove was hugging Casandra who was closing her eyes because she did not dare to look ahead. At this time their position was both standing in front of the window, letting the view of the night sky bear witness to how cruel Jove was in cultivating courage in Casandra who harbored phobias.
“Open your eyes and look at the scene in front of you. Don't be afraid, I'm hugging you,” whispered Jove right behind Casandra's ear. He then closed his eyes as the gust of wind spread a fragrant scent emanating from the body of the woman he was hugging.
Damnit. Mine woke up just smelling Casandra's scent. Should I fuck her now? Argggh.
“J-Jove, t-please let me go from here. I beg you,” said Casandra with strong vibrating lips. Really, Casandra was no longer strong to be there. His feet have been weak since. Maybe he'd have died with his head crushed if only Jove hadn't hugged him so strongly.
“Where are you going, hem? Here alone, with me,” Jove said as she gulped. He was trying hard to tame his own that had stiffened hard. And Jove was pretty sure that Casandra felt it too.
“I'm afraid,” great-grandson Casandra is helpless.
“I hugged you. Don't be afraid,”
Casandra. His body seemed to stiffen as the night wind again blew in front of his face. Perhaps due to being too scared, Casandra's consciousness slowly began to disappear. And the last thing Casandra can still feel is the erotic whispers that Jove does while holding her ear. After that, everything turned dark.
Jove is silent to let it go even though she actually knows that Casandra passed out. He was too busy smelling the scent of this woman's body. Let's just say Jove is crazy. Yeah, that's the truth. Jove craze on the scent of a woman's body which is also a cure for the weakness that has been on his responsibility.
“How could you faint while I was passionate like this, Casandra? You're playing me or what, ha?” jove asked madly to ask the person who was fainting.
There was a slow growl from inside Jove's mouth as her needs demanded to be satisfied. Unable to hold it in, Jove lifts Casandra's body and takes her inside her private room. A porcelain tub that breaks easily, Jove very carefully lays it on the bed. After that Jove unzipped his pants, a little rushed because the gelenyar taste was getting stronger demanding it.
But before Jove united hers with Casandra's, she whispered and apologized to him. Jove knew this was wrong and bad, she was well aware of it. However, Jove must admit that this is the first time he slept with a woman in a state of unconsciousness. Jove fails to control her own na*, she gets caught up in the passion inherent in Casandra.
“I'm sorry, Casandra. I know what I've done is very biadap, but I really can't help it. I don't know what the reason is. And I can only say that when you're worthy, I'll marry you in a way you never imagined. I swear I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I promise,”
More or less like that whisper that Jove said before he finally sipped pleasure on the limp body Casandra. Although Casandra did not fight anything, but he seemed to enjoy the union very much. And it didn't take long for Jove to wet all the clothes she was wearing with a lot of sweat, but as much as possible she kept from dirtying Casandra's clothes.
“Uhhhh, you're so cramped dear. But this is not the first. Your race is really driving me crazy, Casandra. You're opium,” infuriated Jove just before she made her release.
With Jove's sweat-drenched body lying next to Casandra who was still unconscious. While smiling sweetly, Jove's surfing fingers stroked one by one on Casandra's face. Soft and also very smooth. That's how he feels.
“Who are you, hem? Why is it so silly to play with my emotions? Aren't you afraid I'll finish you off?” mummified Jove quietly. “You are sometimes stubborn and adorable at the same time why is it so disturbing my mind? Who are you, Casandra?”
After his energy recovered, Jove chose to clean his body first. He then changed his clothes in a new suit and took the towel that he had soaked with warm water inside the bathroom. While occasionally tasting Casandra's lips, she wiped all the body parts that had been on her plate forcefully. And Jove looked surprised to find that there were still blood stains as she wiped the lower part of Casandra's body.
“Hmmmm, it looks like I will get into big trouble if I don't apply the medicine to her. Casandra will definitely accuse me of raping*sanya,” muttered Jove then laughed comically imagining how this girl would go berserk and scold her.
Maybe some of you think that Jove will help apply ointment to the wound in kemalu*n Casandra. But baby, he's not that good at it. It's not that Jove doesn't want to take responsibility, but she does it on purpose to keep Casandra coming to her. Yes even though Jove had to willingly accept the curse from him, it was not a problem at all. Even Jove thought of it as a very fun pastime. And of course this entertainment has a special gift where Jove's body will be bathed in sweat. Hehe.
“Prepare car. Casandra fainted, I'll drive her straight to her house,” Jove ordered Franklin. He called while rubbing Casandra's red lips. Jove really likes this.
“Good, Sir. Anything else I need to do?”
“Lewat special road only. I don't want anyone to see Casandra in this condition,” replied Jove. “Begging Fidel to go home first. Tell her not to worry because her employer is still alive.”
Jove immediately disconnected the call as soon as she finished giving orders to Franklin. Waiting for a while, Jove used the opportunity to take Casandra on, then she looked at her face from a very close distance. “You get sweeter when you're quiet like this. But seeing you being a rebel somehow makes me feel so happy. You're so presumptuous, aren't you?”
The sound of knocking on the door made Jove aware of her activities that were admiring Casandra's beauty at close range. After that Jove immediately took him down through a special path that was only allowed to be passed by him and Franklin alone. This road will directly connect with the underground parking space where there are dozens of luxury cars where Jove store the entire collection. It's luxurious, isn't it?
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