Trapped Game of Galak Lord
TPTG CHAPTER 25.

"Tok Tok Tok"

"Sir Aksa, please open the door! I'll help treat your wounds" Inara cheered from behind the tightly shut door. Inara felt guilty for what happened just now. He did hate Aksa and deliberately bullied her brother, but unexpectedly Aksa took it seriously to clutch his hand. Inara was so shocked that she accidentally removed the hot iron from her hand.

"No need, go! I can treat my own wounds" replied Aksa, who was sitting in front of a mirror after rubbing his wounds with ointment. Where could Aksa dare to let Inara into her room. If it happened the same Aksa surrendered himself to the lion cage, it was clear Inara knew the contents of his body filled with tattoos.

"But Brother"

"Don't argue! Go there, I don't need your help!" yell Aksa. It made Inara's guts instantly shrivel.

Yes, already then. Inara has good intentions to help him, if the one who has a body does not want to mean it is not Inara's fault anymore.

Inara then leaves the door of Aksa's room and returns to finish her work which was delayed.

Inside the room, Aksa carved a slanted smile while looking at her own face from the reflection of the mirror. He did not think that Inara was brave enough and able to make him grimace to withstand the pain that was so torturous.

One year ago, a hot lead once penetrated Aksa's arm but it didn't hurt as much. It turns out that wounds caused by loved ones are more painful than wounds caused by enemies. Almost Aksa lost her mind because she smiled at the girl herself.

After wearing clothes and covering the painting on his body, Aksa sauntered to the door and walked out casually and chose to sit on the porch of the house looking at the rain spots that were still falling. It was cold, but it was unable to defeat the freezing cold in his heart.

If only Aksa was there as Akbar, maybe the situation would be different. Aksa must now be cool looking at the innocent face of Inara who was treating her wound, feeling the warm breath of Inara that always made her heart beat fast and melu*mat lips of the girl as she pleased.

"Tin"

Aksa gasped when he heard the sound of a horn coming from a motorcycle. His daydreams collapsed for a moment and found a courier who was standing not far from where he was sitting.

"Siang Uda, I came to deliver your order" said the courier kindly. He then thrust a bag of hunchbacked rice and a bag of fresh drinks into Aksa's hands. Each bag contains two because Aksa deliberately ordered it for Inara.

After paying everything, the courier left and Aksa went into the house carrying two plastic bags and sat at the dinner table.

"Work on, let's eat! Aren't you hungry?" exclaiming Aksa while opening the rice wrap in his hand.

"Just go first! My work is still gigging," said Inara without seeing Aksa at all. He was still focused on the clothes he was ironing.

"Leave it for a minute, don't look for disease! I don't want to bother taking care of the sick," Aksa stressed with emphasis. Once his feet were raised on the chair, he began to eat his food.

Inara pursed her lips hearing that, her eyes perfectly rounded. "Who do you want to take care of? I'd rather die than be touched with your dirty hands, that,"

"Deg!"

Aksa gritted her teeth as she felt tightness in the chest. "Be careful in speaking, you may be lulled by the touch of my hand!"

"Don't provoke my anger if you still want to maintain it!" gertak Aksa with a sharp gaze like the eyes of an eagle that is ready to tear apart its prey.

Hearing that, Inara instantly fell silent and did not dare to answer again. He immediately turned off the iron and walked towards the dining table. After taking the rice wrap, Inara took it to the sofa and chose to eat there only. He was so lazy to see Aksa's annoying face.

After eating her food, Inara walked to the kitchen and threw her trash into the trash can and sat back to finish the job, which was only a few more pieces. After that Inara brought the neat clothes to the room and arranged them in the closet.

When he wanted to leave the room, suddenly the tall tall figure was already standing before him and blocked his steps. Inara puffed her cheeks and pushed Aksa who was standing in the doorway. "Get out, don't go into my room!"

Unfortunately Aksa is not that weak, once a little bit Inara's body has been pushed backwards. Luckily Aksa quickly caught his waist until Inara did not fall.

"Well..."

The shocked Inara spontaneously poked her hand at the nape of Aksa. The beads of the eyes of the two met each other until Inara did not blink. The breaths of the two hit each other on each other's faces.

Aksa began to feel the movement of Inara's chest up and down touching the surface of his chest, his thoughts just disappeared until he approached Inara's lips and sucked her with tenderness.

Inara was unmoved enjoying the lu*matan, her chest rumbling like lightning. I don't know what's wrong with him but it feels the same as Akbar's lips, the way they melu*matnya was exactly the same. The smell of both is the same.

Inara closed her eyes slowly, the more impregnated the more Inara was lulled into her making. Unknowingly Inara also opened her mouth, giving a gap so that Aksa could enter deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. The two tongues twisted each other until unwittingly Inara's body was lying on the bed with Aksa's position bending over the girl's body.

As Aksa let go of her pagutan and kissed Inara's neck, a strange voice jumped from the girl's mouth. It made Aksa really tempted and bit him to leave a deep red trail there.

"The press..."

Suddenly the call came out of Inara's mouth causing Aksa's activity to stop instantly, Aksa frowned.

Although he knows that Akbar and himself are the same person, but Aksa wants Inara to see him as himself and not someone else.

Aksa was really in a dilemma and did not so continue his action, then he turned around and left Inara who was still blindfolded on the bed.

Aksa rubbed her face violently after coming out of Inara's room, her breathing gusts sounding heavy and irregular. He pressed his forehead temples and squeezed his hair violently.

Frustrating?

Yes, it can be said that way. It is not Inara who is stuck in her game but she herself is caught up in it. Somehow how to restore this situation as it was?

Seriate...