Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 45: Clay?

"Can you imagine, Rob, the frightened faces of the woman's accomplices? I'm sure someone peed in his pants after hearing the announcement from us, ha-ha-ha." Berry's laughter echoes when talking about their actions, while opening the car door she asks, "You okay?"

Anxiety painted on the face of the friend, Berry's eyebrows intertwined. "Fear your wounds are infected, we have to go to the hospital."

"No need, this is not much," said Robbin, he had lost concentration, so he got a dagger. "That man's condition is no better than mine."

Berry admitted that, because in addition to experts operating the software, Robbin is an empty-handed fighter.

"The most pleasant thing is—" There is a firm pause and intonation in the sentence that Berry was about to make, "Their headquarters are completely level with the ground."

"Are you sure it's all smashed up?" robbin asked suddenly, he sat on the steps of the first terrace. "Uh, I mean that cruel woman."

"Of course, wasn't he soaking?" Berry asked back, "Ah, that's it. At least they don't underestimate us anymore."

The dimpled man lit the tip of the cigarette, he sucked it strongly and then puffed smoke into the air. Then, leaning against the wall, Berry was content to avenge John.

"You can stay here if you want" Robbin said.

Berry took a quick look. "I need whiskey and—"

"No need to say, go!" cut Robbin while waving his hand, he got up from his seat while walking up the stairs. "At ten we leave, take a taxi so no one is suspicious."

As an agreement, Berry nodded small. Swinging the legs closer to the car and the sound of the four-wheel engine was heard. Getting the faintest away from Robbin's house.

Robbin turned around, and when he stood at the door, not opening it, he looked up a little longer. Realizing that now living alone, there's no more Clay babbling. A beautiful woman who always waits for her return offers this and that, but often neglects herself.

"Stay one step away" Robbin murmured as he stuck the key into the hole in the doorknob.

The lighting in the living room is currently so minimal, the beam of roadside lights through the open curtain gap. Robbin deliberately kept the atmosphere gloomy. And, again, there was no one but him.

Hoping to ease the pain, Robbin slid his back onto the couch for a few minutes. Pretty well, he sighed as he tried to stand up. The wound on his stomach was pulled and re-opened. He groaned again, throwing his body.

Spontaneous Robbin fingers touch the skin behind a shirt that has been torn. Fresh blood soaked his palms, wet and slippery. "Oh, jeez!"

The torn wound Robbin received was not deep, but quite long from below the right chest to the left waist. Scratches of the dagger dripping a reddish concentrated liquid. "I have to clean this wound. Oh, only God knows that dagger slashes anything."

Carefully Robbin walked towards the kitchen, taking out a small towel from inside the first aid kit. Then wetting it with water, he felt a soreness in the injured skin.

Robbin takes an antiseptic liquid and pours it over cotton. His eyes narrowed with hissing lips, resisting the stinging pain.

After cleaning the wound, Robbin directed the foot to the stairs to the room. His blood-spotted clothes were put originally on the back of the chair.

At midnight Robbin awakens, his usual room with Clay pitch-black. He tried to stretch his stiff muscles, but he was startled by someone sleeping next to him.

Robbin's vision was slightly blurred, his index finger and thumb massaging the base of his nose. Trying to gain full awareness. "Clay?"

"Hmm."

Is this a dream? Robbin's heart is beating fast. Like an illusion, he did not want to wake up any faster. Clay tugged him closer to his chest. "I missed you. I thought you were angry, so you wouldn't see me again for the last time."

Clay's hair stroked Robbin's chin, the fragrance of the shampoo pierced his respiratory senses. He peeked at the head for a long time, as if he had not met more than a sewindu.

Satisfied with playing around with Clay's hair, he landed his lips on his forehead, then dyed his eyelids. His wife's plump eyelashes tickle, inviting Robbin to do more. He swept his wife's cheeks, nose, and lips with a kiss.

"Sister Robbin."

Clay whispers clearly in Robbin's ears, his bare waist and back feeling the soft touch of his fingers. Fingertips down the ribs full of temptations, she clasped the slender body closer.

Robbin's large fingers swoop in between the fine volume of hair, demanding every touch, urging it to open up, creating a pathway for Indra's feelings. It feels amazing, even though it is unable to recognize a dream or reality. He dived deeper to achieve what he had been waiting for.

Robbin rolled over from her place in a daze, staring at the beautiful woman who had always teased her defense. However, his desire would not shake. Removing the only barrier that is attached to the body. Utilizing instinct, he traced those soft curves.

Pulling upwards as soon as he found the edge of the clothes blocking, Robbin clucked in awe, the yellow skin radiating gracefully illuminated by the light of street lights that burst through the windows.

All went perfectly, to make sure Robbin blinked a few times. The rannum's lips are slightly open, pulling it closer like a different pole at the magnetic end. Strong and hard to resist.

When he wanted to go further, doubt came. Clay's shadow appeared before his eyes, self-defense collapsed. He succumbs to longing and desires that rule mind and body.

Robbin touches the lips gently, slowly twisting around each other. The warmth felt so real, he was swept away in the fiery turmoil of pleasure. After so long harboring his inner needs, now paid off completely.

Has Robbin ever met this intimate love? Haven't. This is definitely the first one of his entire life. His entire senses responded to the shocking stimuli. The tissues that regulate the performance of cells in the body stiffen, receiving a warm swish to each blood vessel.

With a hasty movement, he pushed himself deeper inside, filling that empty space with life lava. Ignoring the agonizing groans of the body that receives a constant urge.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Robbin's voice sounded raucous.

Robbin drooped, event after event filling the mind. With a trembling body he swallowed the hard-earned salivary, realizing what had happened.

Robbin should have mastered himself. This first experience must be with Clay. He was jolted, his thoughts as if crashing from a height, slamming into reality. The truth? The sweetness of a moment ago still tells the erratic pulse around the most sensitive body.