Between adult men and women, it is clear what this invitation means. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As long as there are no accidents, everything falls into place.

Louise didn't have time to regret it, she held her breath, her whole mind focused on the man's face, waiting for his reply.

After an appropriate pause for a second, the man smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

It wasn't until the sound of the car door closing that Louise seemed to notice her heartbeat.

After leaving the campus, the vehicle drove into the black gravel road in the forest, driving alone all the way, and the two never exchanged words again.

Only the rustle of tires on the road continued.

The car stopped.

The house by the lake has a typical ascetic master. Righteous style, cold and hard, lonely.

Louise glanced at the man, silently pushed the car door, and got out of the car.

On the way to the villa's gates, Louise did not pause or look back.

Opened the door, took off her shoes, stepped on the floor barefoot, and Louise, who stumbled a little, suddenly rose into the air.

The man's arms were tightly wrapped around her chest and abdomen from behind.

A heavy feeling of pressure squeezed her chest, and Louise gasped violently. XI.

The oxygen escaped from the lungs, and there was no way to return.

Louise barely moved her arm, felt the man sideways, and grabbed it hard, again and again.

The sound of panting also came from behind him......

Exhaling the last bit of oxygen in her lungs, Louise turned her head desperately to see the man's eyes.

Suffocation, indescribable suffocation!

As long as life was born and ended, the man's arms relaxed.

In the sound of long, endless breathing, oxygen returned to Louise's lungs, moistening the earth like spring rain, and her pale and blue face boiled in an instant.

……

To this day, Louise has never shed so much sweat in two hours.

Louise never imagined that her life would have such an extraordinary experience.

In fact, Louise had never even had a normal experience.

"You're fit for flaming makeup." This was the first time the man next to him had spoken after entering the room.

"As long as you like." It was also the first time Louise had spoken since she entered her familiar home.

The man touched the soaked sheets and reached out again......

"No, let me rest for a while, evening, evening will be fine......" Louise obstructed.

"Believe me?" The man's tone was low and powerful.

Louise nodded, reluctantly closing her eyes.

The imaginary shiver did not come.

The man carried Louise to the chair and placed it gently.

He changed the sheets and carried Louise back to the bed.

"Close your eyes."

Feeling the dry and warm sheets behind her back, Louise tugged at the corners of her mouth and obediently obeyed.

After a few seconds, a distinctive sensation crossed Louise's ankles, ankles, calves, and crooks, a little rough, a little tough.

"What?"

"Don't move, don't open your eyes." The man's voice was firm.

Louise, who tensed her body for a moment, gave up, her body heavy and soft.

The unfamiliar feeling kept scratching the skin, layer by layer, ring by ring, wisp by wisp.

Louise had guessed the answer, but her eyes were still closed.

Winding, from top to bottom, the tighter and denser.

Shortness of breath.

Tranquility, from the most intimate of the mind, to the top of the head, to the earlobes, to the fingertips, to the tailbone, to every crevice in the deepest part of the body.

The man lifted the woman up and allowed her to sit steadily and the edge of the bed.

"Open your eyes."

A mirror, a huge mirror, erected at the foot of the bed.

Ingest the whole bed, the whole woman.

Louise, who opened her eyes, was facing the mirror, and clearly saw the woman in the March River in the mirror, and saw the red entwined on the woman's body.

Unfamiliar, close at hand, clear bits and pieces.

Distant, like the other side of a lake.

Hazy, it is the moistness of the pupils.

It took a long time for reason to return to my mind.

Louise, who couldn't move a millimeter, looked at the huge mirror and looked at the man in the mirror: "How is that possible?" ”

"Will you believe me?"

"I do."

The man sat behind Louise, and it wasn't just the heart that was clutched.

"Then give up thinking and just feel."

"Feel." Louise spit out the word slowly and softly.

Quiet feeling, silent.

The woman felt, felt the clear mirror in front of her, felt the firm man behind her.

Feel the body, feel the skin, feel the blood flow in the way.

The woman is flanked by a large floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the calm lake.

Both inside and outside, clear and thorough, the sky is high and far away.

The gray sky gradually darkens with time.

The two figures in the mirror became more and more hazy, more and more overlapped, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who.

The last remaining light on the horizon dissipated, and darkness covered the land.

……

A little spark woke Louise up.

The lighter lit the candle, and the faint light shook for a few seconds before settling down.

The man carried the woman to the bathroom, and the warm water in the shower washed away the cold and confusion.

The rope detached from the body, but Louise's eyes never left the man's face.

Her pupils were sparkling, shining, and incomparably focused.

The man's hand stroked the woman's bruised body, the bruises became lighter and the skin whitened again.

The sound of dripping water beating.

The shower in the man's hand soaked Louise's hair.

"Close your eyes."

Never before has Louise been so submissive.

The unfamiliar shampoo taste, the foam is rich, delicate, smooth, and a little cool.

Louise closed her eyes and felt it very clearly.

The man handles the hair, handles the body.

Wipe dry, iron, follow the man's palm, and feel the man's delicate depiction on the body little by little.

The body vacated and left the bathroom, and Louise sat in the chair in front of the dresser,

"Open your eyes."

Bright eyes seem to occupy the entire night sky.

It's a man's eyes, and maybe even his own.

On the other side of the chair was the huge mirror.

On both sides of the mirror, there are lights used by the studio, which are soft and bright.

A bunch of unseen, by no means their own cosmetics, appeared on the dresser.

Louise looked at the man, magically inflicting it on her face with something she wasn't very familiar with.

The self in the mirror is becoming more and more beautiful, more and more delicate, until it is enchanting.

Red hair, draped over the shoulders, the top of the head and cheeks are softly straight, and the neck and shoulders are large cascading waves.

Red lips are like flames, matching the hair color.

The facial features are distinct and three-dimensional, the skin is fair, the cheeks are flushed, and the pupils reflect the light.

Below the head, the skin of the body is plump, moisturized, and well-hydrated, with just the right amount of white and pink.

This is the most beautiful self under a man's fingers!

No, maybe not.

The man didn't stop.

Louise watched with her own eyes, how the long red color wrapped around her body.

Little by little, layer by layer, make yourself more beautiful.

Up to the whole body.

The man tightened the end of the rope and lifted it up firmly.

The redness that sank into the skin was so tight that the oxygen was once again leaving itself.

The long-lost feeling of suffocation once again penetrated the wisps.

This is the most beautiful version of yourself......

PS: Shhh