Young Master Sucks
The hidden intent of Indra

After she finished, Alya cleaned her hands and walked into the mansion.

Indra was sitting at the dining table..

Alya turned her gaze looking around for Celine... "Has he gone home?". Inner Alya.

Then he walked towards Indra who was staring intently towards him.

"Where have you been?". Indra asked quite coldly.

"From behind my husband". Alya is sitting down

"Well? Why not eat food?".

"just look at the page.hmm It.that I'm full of my husband". Alya smiled she did not want to say if she was actually jealous earlier .

"Dad..do you have anything to say?". Indra asked her position was eating but Alya just sat down to accompany her

Alya knocks her forehead a sign she is confused by Indra's question "seems like there is no husband of mine".

"Is there really nothing?". Ask Indra again.

Alya nodded.

"Currently, aren't you jealous to see me with another woman, then why did your expression seem upset.. ". Inner Indra became upset

Indra actually deliberately brought Celine into her study to talk to each other and closed the door so that Alya ran amok and showed that she was jealous... Really, I am looking forward to that...

"I'm done!". Indra said after sipping water and then stood up.

Alya was surprised by Indra's unclear attitude but she still had to obey Indra to enter the room.

"when it is not finished". Alya's mind.

Indra stepped towards the sofa, then dropped herself there .. Alya followed along sitting beside him..

Alya saw Indra sighing heavily while leaning with her head looking up, and as usual her eyes were closed.

"What do you see?". Indra touched Alya's forehead, but her eyes were still closed...

"Did he have three eyes?". Alya muttered in horror.

"Sorry my husband, I just love seeing your handsome face?". Alya's lie, even though she was finding out what had happened so that it changed the look of her husband's originally cheerful face to sour

"really?". Indra Gumam.

"True my husband". Answer Alya.

Hygiene ..

"Hmm has Miss Celine returned yet?". Alya asked opened the topic.

Indra made a move, then her eyes opened and then brought her face closer towards Alya...

Alya was shocked and then turned her head back..

"Say if you're jealous!!!". Inner Indra was as if it was emanating from his facial expression

"Of course he's back, we've been chatting for a while, oh he's been so funny lately... " Indra smiled to heat up Alya.

"Ah really, that's good ". Alya replied with a smile.

"just that? Don't you wonder what we talked about! Don't you want to know at all!". Inner Indra.

"Get rid of that smile!!". Reply Indra upset .

Sontak made Alya immediately lowered her smile "is my word wrong again?". Alya's inner confusion.

"My husband what's pissing you off?". Alya ventured closer while touching Indra's arm.

"Let's just think I want to torture you this afternoon!". Reply with an intimidating look.

Alya immediately let go of her hand while gulping.

"What is my fault, why should I torture me!". Alya's mind was horrified.

"Take off your shirt!". Indra said firmly.

Alya shook her head "Please don't torture me sir... Forgive me if I'm wrong" Alya pleaded with a pitying face.

"Hurry up!!". Ketus Indra's.

"Sir...." Alya is getting a face.

Indra flicked again Alya's forehead with a slow "What a hah! You think I'm gonna hurt you huh! The ground doesn't make sense".

"Then for what?". Mumbled Alya quietly

"I want to massage you". Indra answered and walked towards the bed.

"I. I don't like massage sir.hmm I mean my husband". Soon Alya refused, he could already guess where the next groove was in case of massages in the room

"No need to protest much, come quickly, I know your energy ran out last night, so I want to massage you for preparation later tonight". Reply Indra accompanied by a naughty grin.

Alya's eyes glared at "preparation later tonight he said...! Hey I don't want any more!!". Alya was upset in the heart.

"You're cursing me in your heart, aren't you?". Indra asked intimidatingly.

Alya became nervous "what she put something on my body, how could she know what I was thinking ". Inner Alya.

"Not my husband... ". Alya shakes.

"What are you waiting for there, huh! You want me..." Indra stood up with a perverted look to approach Alya but soon Alya got up and cut off Indra's speech

"My husband my stomach hurts like I have to pee first". Alya pretended to hold her stomach

Indra smiled obliquely "you think you can fool me hmm". Indra came forward and carried Alya's body onto the bed.

"Damn.. how is this". Alya wanted to rebel but she was also afraid

"Hmm. My husband, what if I just massaged you". Alya tried to give a negotiation, it was very irritated if she had to be naked again in front of her crazy husband.

"No... Quickly take off your shirt". Indra starts forcing .

"But..."

Sreeet.....

Indra who was impatient again even tore Alya's shirt until it was split in two...

Alya was surprised...

"I don't think this cunning wolf is really creepy". Alya covered her chest with both hands.

"No need to cover up anymore I've enjoyed Him". Indra said with his sneaky grin.

Alya's eyes glared, she was very ashamed of herself.

"Dare to glare at me hmm... There turn your body I'll massage from behind".

"Ba.have ..." Alya immediately twisted her body then took a pillow and hugged it to cover the chest.

Indra silently smiled at the behavior of his wife who was still shy in front of him..

"And almost every night Indra enjoyed the chest...". Basic pervert.

"Why do you like it?". Indra asked him he was massaging gently once but since Alya was not used to it he became amused.

"There are massages.just massage, that's your basic tactic..." Ketus Alya in the heart

"Lumayan".ansaid Alya Malas

"What's less good, what if this is". Indra answered he was massaging it carefully.

"Just do what you want, until you're satisfied you don't have to question me, anyway no matter how I still don't like massage". Inner Alya.

"Yes, just like my husband ". Answer Alya.

"You're less happy... Should I also massage your legs, it's possible that your aching feet aren't your body".

Alya glared at Indra's words... No-no, there must be a veiled mode in every one of those sayings.

"Not my husband, my legs are okay". Answer Alya.

"Lay down I will massage your feet". Indra's speech made Alya feel more creepy.

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