Trouble Honey
Conquering Jiyya

Surprisingly the man even had a new thought about the girl he was holding. She wants to love him and make this girl okay while with him at least for a while though Jiyya will never be able to love him back at all.

He tries to confine Jiyya's body, so that when anyone sees their deeds. No one would be able to see who the woman he was mocking was. His hand crept and grabbed the most sensitive part of the girl's body. As a result Jiyya instantly collapsed, the girl groaned while burrowing her face into Joan's neck as she began to caress the part with her finger with tenderness.

Joan stepped back a little, she did not want to waste any chance in this moment. He wanted Jiyya in one piece. He wanted to see what expression the girl made while playing down there. As soon as he saw the look of the face of fatigue and full of resignation from Jiyya. Joan could not help but once again cupped Jiyya's lips, which occasionally sizzled as a result of her actions.

At least with this, Jiyya's voice would not be able to be heard. Although it is a pity because******* Jiyya is her favorite voice so far. But Joan would not be kind enough to share that voice with anyone.

Their tongues are intertwined and coiled around each other. Despite trying to cover up Jiyya's voice through the kiss, Joan was unable to suppress Jiyya's moans in their kiss. The girl let go of her pagutan, she grabbed the shoulder of Joan who was working down there. Both of the girls' feet seemed a little difficult to tread the ground. Joan also began to feel that her hands were getting wet and slippery. It seems like Jiyya will soon be nearing her peak.

Jiyya was seen biting her lower lip tightly. It seemed like the girl was trying not to make any sound. And that made Joan feel even more passionate about her.

“Use me, don't hurt yourself.” He threw his shoulder for Jiyya to use as a release of frustration. Jiyya was so submissive now, yet Joan did not think that the girl would actually bite her shoulder when she told Jiyya to use it. The man grimaced. But that doesn't mean the movement down there is loosening. Feeling Joan gave him an unnatural move down there. Jiyya's body was pushed forward. Her hair fell over her face.

“S-sir.. Joan.” Jiyya's voice sounded like she was choking, Joan knew that she had almost managed to deliver Jiyya to the gate of her enjoyment. “S-me....” The girl almost collapsed, but Joan immediately moved closer to her, making sure the girl could still rest on her body. Now the words the girl spoke were no longer clear, muffled by a loud moaning.

Joan moves to lean her body to suck the nape of the girl, making Jiyya groan even more. Joan became increasingly anxious, when she found the girl biting her shoulder again to cover the delicious moans that could come out at any time. Joan even more strongly teased him, this time by directing one of his free hands to cupper the sensitive part that became a favorite of both in the body of the girl.

Jiyya's body twitched, only a heavy breath that Joan found from the girl. A warm liquid soaked her fingers, but that didn't mean Joan stopped moving. He kept moving even further increasing his speed as best he could.

Jiyya doesn't know what to do now. This guy's crazy. He has done things outside of morality. Smash it in public without fear at all. Jiyya cannot use her wits and logic when her lower body is touched in a way that Jiyya cannot describe. It is true that this was the first time for her to be touched in the passage by Sir Joan. But still the man's touch always had a devastating effect on his body.

Sir Joan tortured him with a surprise attack that he could not think of. He gives her protracted pleasure and is able to make Jiyya made to hover. He no longer knew where he stood, or what they were talking about before. All the pain, and also the sadness seemed to fly away when Sir Joan had touched him.

Joan felt once again her two girl legs tightening and tightening. He braked and nearly fell, fortunately Joan was quick enough to keep him standing. The girl's hand gripped her shoulder tightly almost like it was giving her a scratch there. Joan grimaces, but at least the pain she gets can make Jiyya get a wave of pleasure.

He's already come. Probably twice as far as Joan felt but this time it was certainly the most devastating of the first. Joan took her hand from there. The finger he was using was actually already very wet while Jiyya slumped to the ground while breathing deeply.

“You are truly a crazy man!” jiyya shouted after she regained her logic.

“Only this way I think can help take your mind off of him. Words alone will not be enough to make you forget, but my touch can be.”

Joan then aligns her body with Jiyya who has been sitting limp on the ground. The man pulled Jiyya's chin and once again gave her a gentle kiss. Jiyya's lips were indeed an ecstasy that she could not resist. Too addictive and makes Joan feel like getting more out of her.

As for Jiyya, it was completely inexhaustible about herself. The girl did not think that once again she had been trapped in Sir Joan's cradle. But he also could not refute Sir Joan's remarks to him. The man's touch was indeed very effective in making Jiyya forget everything. Even the man's lips felt like the softest caress Jiyya could get. He sighed. Silencing his own voice.

“It looks like you will have a little trouble walking. I'll take you home,” Joan said as she then offered her own back to ride Jiyya.

“I don't want to be carried,” reject Jiyya. He was completely inexhaustible as to how could Sir Joan offer him such an embarrassing thing to do.

Jiyya does often see scenes like this in romantic dramas on television. Silvana also often said that he wanted to feel the sensation. But Jiyya does not, she thinks it is too embarrassing to do, especially Jiyya most do not like to be the center of attention of people.

“What can I do,” said Joan. He knew this girl would turn down his offer. He also could not possibly force her to stand up because surely both of Jiyya's legs were still limp to be used to support her body let alone to walk.

Finally he chose the next option, forcibly holding Jiyya by positioning the girl's body in front of her. So that the front of their bodies come into contact with each other. Jiyya initially thrashed all the way, but over time after they passed through the crowded streets. Jiyya began to shut up and it seemed that she had buried her head on Joan's shoulder.

“Have started accepting the situation?”

“Don't talk to me Sir. It really makes me embarrassed.”