Rhode Island Park Project

But unlike a woman's self-defense, her first reflex reaction was to loosen her legs slightly as if she had been electrocuted, while moving away from the man's lips and saying:

"Mr. Luo Hang...should we go take a shower first..."

"That's not necessary, huh? I think Igolin is the most attractive in this state. It's like she still has the aura of a live show."

The man looked directly at her and said this with a smile, and his other hand showed no intention of stopping.

Igolin was speechless.

The advantage she had established seemed to have really come into play, but now, she didn't know whether she should be happy or regretful.

She was feeling strange sensations all over her body.

The unrestrained man's hand has already reached an absolutely secret and forbidden place, and some strange feelings that even she herself has never experienced are constantly coming.

But apart from words, she didn't dare to do anything to stop the other party. All she could do was try her best to put on the cute tone she usually performed on the show and pretend to be natural and continue speaking:

"Mr. Luo Hang, can't you have some pity on others, huh?"

A current suddenly shot through the man's body under his fingertips. Igolin bit her lip involuntarily, then tried to continue, "Can you take pity on me, a girl who loves cleanliness?"

A man's chuckle came to her ears.

The man suddenly left her sight, and then a familiar conversation seemed to come from a speaker not far away.

Igolin raised her head and glanced back. There was a huge screen on the wall of the living room. She and Luo Hang were sitting on the screen. The environment was the familiar reception room. The word "Replay" was marked in the upper left corner of the screen.

In order to promote Luo Hang, the TV station and the media obviously spared no effort. What's more, the program itself was very popular and topical. The number of video views on the Internet increased by leaps and bounds all day long, so it was not surprising that it continued to be replayed on TV.

Igolin was speechless.

Luo Hang, who was lying on the sofa, was also looking down at the hostess lying below him and looking back at the TV. Her clothes were a little messy, but she was still wearing the pink off-shoulder lace top and black velvet skirt. She looked like the hostess who was hugged out of the screen, with a sunny smile on her face.

"I think Xiao Yi is the most beautiful now. If she changes her clothes, she will be completely different."

"Uh,"

Igolin turned around, lying on the sofa and looking up at Luo Hang above him. "Then I can put my clothes back on after taking a shower..."

"That won't work either. The taste is different."

"..."

Igolin was speechless again.

What smell?!

I don't want to smell like anything! Wouldn't that be even worse?!

Igolin couldn't help but turn his head and sniff himself, but apart from the familiar fragrance, he didn't seem to smell any strange smell.

She turned her head to look at Luo Hang and was about to say something else when she saw the man had already reached out to the edge of her thermal socks.

"Mr. Luo Hang——"

"Shhh."

Luo Hang, who was discovered by her, smiled and raised an index finger in front of her, then stretched out his hands again openly and hooked the two sides of her thermal socks with both hands.

The fabric slid along the skin, and there was not even any decent resistance between the cotton velvet thermal socks and the smooth skin. Igolin didn't know whether to comment on the quality of his socks or the skin he usually took good care of.

But no matter how smooth it was, the fabric got stuck on the sofa she was lying on after reaching her hips.

then,

She saw Luo Hang's gaze turning towards her, still smiling.

The man didn't say anything, but she understood inexplicably and raised her waist silently.

The socks successfully passed the only obstacle.

The air that directly flowed over the skin of my thighs did not even bring any coolness. All I could feel was the heat from the heater in the room.

Mandela appeared in her sight at this time, and untied the belt around Luo Hang's waist with an expressionless face.

Igolin suddenly felt something was wrong and swallowed.

"Mr. Luo Hang——"

The same beginning, the same response.

Luo Hang raised his index finger again.

"Igolin, all you have to do is lie down quietly, okay?"

"..."

Igolin opened his mouth but finally fell silent. He lay on the sofa with his face turned to the side, waiting for the end.

She has already come here. It would be a bit of a loss of the big picture to disobey Luo Hang for a little shame at this time.

She could hear the crisp sound of the metal buckle of the belt colliding as it fell, which was still very clear even though it was mixed with the sound of the TV program.

Mandela appeared in her sight again with two slender legs wrapped in white stockings. She sat on the sofa opposite without any intention of avoiding suspicion and looked at her directly without any hesitation.

Mandela was obviously still upset about being ignored at dinner.

When she first did it, she was also watched by a Sarkaz. Why couldn't she watch others now?

Seeing Mandela sitting opposite her without even a glance away, all Igolin could do was bite her lip.

While raising his waist again.

"Xiao Yi——"

Luo Hang's voice came from above her.

Igolin had to turn around and look upwards.

Luo Hang had already leaned over, and when she turned her head, he gave her a gentle smile from a close distance, and said in a gentle voice:

"Can you look at me at this time?"

"..."

She was silent for a moment, then revealed her most familiar smile, the only one that belonged to her. "Okay, Mr. Luo Hang. I belong to you now. Please cherish me in the future."

"Of course~"

Luo Hang also laughed.

The man bent down and kissed her on the lips, and Igolin's heartbeat began to accelerate.

It’s coming, it’s really coming.

It's not because of beautiful love and marriage, there's not even a bed or a romantic atmosphere, but facing herself on the TV screen in the living room, giving up her virginity for a dishonorable transaction to satisfy a man's fetish.

No matter whether you regret it or not, there is no chance to escape, and nothing will change because of your mood.

From a popular host with good luck and a promising future to the lover of a big shot, the good daughter who made her father proudly make a huge placard to show off to the neighbors will have an ulterior motive and a dirty identity.

Igolin's mind went blank for a moment.

The intense pain was clearly announcing her end, an end that could not be changed.

She used to still speak softly on TV, with a professional air of ease and without worries, but now she is completely different.

"You belong to me, Xiao Yi?"

The man's voice came.

She came back to her senses and looked at the young face of the man with a gentle smile in her sight, a smile that she herself didn't know whether it was sincere or not.

"Yes, Mr. Luo Hang~"

My voice seems to have some tremors and is not so perfect.

Maybe it's because it hurts too much.

She knew that what Luo Hang meant was not just taking possession of her body. The moment she reached a deal with Luo Hang, her future life would depend on this man.

She can go higher and further than she is now, but she will always be a canary in the palm of a man's hand, and he can control everything about her at any time.

Nothing is worth it or not, this is the reality of this world.

There are many people who have done the same thing as her, or even suffered worse than her. The only thing she did was make a choice.

...Between returning to ordinary life and going further into filth, there is no choice but to choose between nobility and praise.

Mandela, who was sitting opposite, looked at the two people whose bodies overlapped on the other side, but his tail swung back and forth on the sofa with increasing dissatisfaction, making a low slapping sound.

unhappy.

Not happy at all!

There's no point in seeing that wild cat bleed!

Why can I only watch from the sidelines now? That's obviously my master...

"..."

"........."

Yes, why should I just stand there and watch like an idiot?

Mandela blinked, and the tail that was tossing the sofa stopped wagging.

"Master~ meow~"

Luo Hang, who was working, turned his head and saw that Mandela, who was originally on the other side, had come to his side without him knowing when. She came up to him with a sweet and somewhat deliberate voice.

“I want one too!”

Igolin, who was lying on the sofa, had a really dark look on his face this time.

It’s okay to just watch, but can you please not be so excessive? ! ! Stinky cat!

Mandela, who was shamelessly clinging to the man who at least belonged to her now, also secretly cast a smug look at her and silently mouthed:

'wildcat!'

Igolin was almost mad.

She definitely couldn't beat this young but extremely annoying cat, but almost out of instinctive female wisdom, Igolin showed a pitiful look to Luo Hang:

"Mr. Luo Hang——"

Luo Hang, who subconsciously hugged Mandela, was now a little troubled.

On one side is your beloved kitten, and on the other side is your new lover. It seems very sad to reject either one.

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively said to Igolin:

"How about Igolin, just close your eyes and pretend she doesn't exist?"

"—?"

Igolin was stunned.

Is this a problem that can be solved by closing your eyes?

If you close your eyes and don't tell yourself whether you can deceive yourself, wouldn't this stinky cat be even more proud?

Men are indeed greedy creatures.

Do lovers have no status? I am even worse than a pet?

Igolin felt bitter.

Looking at Mandela, who was hugging Luo Hang's neck with her chin raised to the sky and her tail swaying provocatively in her sight, Igolin's tail also stood on end.

Who isn't a film? Do you think people don't have tails?! What's the point of shaking it?! Is your tail as pretty as mine?!

Igolin gritted his teeth.

As expected, people still have to rely on themselves.

She didn't even close her eyes and just sat up from the sofa.

……Failed.

The waist is a bit soft.