strokinit #155 - Section 155
#155 - Section 155
Recognize your own nature.
Only then can you become an obedient pet.
“Tell me, why hasn't your Lord appeared to save you, a lost lamb?”
Amy's eyes were blurred, filled with unspeakable desire.
But her mouth still spoke with righteous indignation.
She could break the rules, but not proactively. If someone forced her to break them, even the merciful Lord would forgive her.
Amy's innermost self convinced herself, her body involuntarily twisting, seducing the man in front of her.
She felt like she was going crazy.
Her reason was like a tightly stretched string, about to snap at any moment.
At this time, she could only pray that the man in front of her would take her quickly.
Rhode wasn't in a hurry, instead, he deliberately gently caressed Amy's small belly, the touch of his fingertips making Amy frown.
Her eyes became even more blurred.
“Vivian doesn't even care, do you think I would care?”
“On the other hand, if you don't want to break the rules, it's not like there's no way. You know what I mean, right?”
His fingers lightly caressed Amy's delicate lips, the smile on Rhode's face like a devil, tempting the woman to fall into the abyss.
These crazy Jewish believers have very simple minds.
Everything in the world is created by God, and all trials and blessings are God's training for them.
Therefore, a large number of Jews have a very strange concept.
If you save them, they will not thank you, but will thank the Lord they believe in.
Because in their minds, they feel that God is using your hands to help them.
It is not you who truly helped them, but God.
A person's kindness and merit should be attributed to God.
Similarly, they will self-deceptively embellish the hardships they have experienced as God's test for them.
If they don't take the initiative, they won't break the rules.
So, what he has to do now is to make this woman proactively become his shape.
Crush her self-deceptive thoughts.
“It doesn't count as breaking the rules?”
Looking at Rhode, who was close at hand, Amy swallowed, feeling her throat a little dry.
“Of course, after all, this doesn't count as in-depth communication.”
Rhode said coaxingly.
Amy's eyes revealed dodging and desire. After a moment of struggle, she slowly reached out her hand.
Rhode looked at the lamb taking the initiative to walk into the trap, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
His succubus physique would double the desire in the opposite sex's heart.
As long as there is this initiative start, the rest will be much simpler.
Thirty minutes later, Amy, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, was turned over on the bed by Rhode, her eyes revealing a crazy desire.
Half an hour had not only failed to relieve the pain on her body.
Instead, the accumulated flames burned her reason to ashes.
Rhode lifted the edge of her skirt and placed it on Amy's waist.
Looking at the perfect curves that took the initiative to approach, he stood there like a stone, without the slightest movement.
“You, what are you doing!”
Amy gritted her teeth, feeling the proximity yet inability to touch, her eyes revealing an uncontrollable anticipation and desire.
Just a little bit more, and all the flames in her body would be vented.
But, this hateful bastard, just wouldn't make a move.
She wanted to take the initiative, but the little reason she had left prevented her from taking that step.
After all, if she took the initiative, then she would be breaking the rules.
“I always keep my promises. Since I said I wouldn't do it, then I won't do it.”
Rhode's smiling voice sounded, making Amy's snow-white teeth almost shatter.
This bastard, had just forced her to do that kind of thing.
Now, he had provoked all the accumulated desires in her body, and then put on an innocent look.
Rhode looked at that ascetic face, blushing because of breaking down, his eyes a little playful.
A loyal believer, to preserve her pure body for the God she believes in.
To be dedicated to her husband at the time of marriage.
Now, what choice would this cold and rigid woman make?
What he liked most was this kind of drama.
Reason and faith, humanity and desire.
In the end, which one is better.
“It's getting late, I have to go too. I'll give you three seconds. If you want to do something and haven't done it yet, I can only apologize.”
Rhode's voice echoed in Amy's ears.
“3... 2...”
Listening to the short countdown, a look of struggle flashed in Amy's eyes.
Faith and instinct collided in her mind.
“1.... Too bad!”
“If you need me next time, come find me.”
Rhode shrugged, not caring, and got up to leave.
He always keeps his word.
“Wait!”
Seeing that Rhode was really about to leave, Amy finally couldn't hold back her pretended calmness.
“Is there anything else?”
Rhode looked at Amy, who was trembling all over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
After putting in so much bait, the big fish had finally been hooked.
“You bastard, you're simply a demon.”
Amy sighed a long breath, taking that step in her heart, she felt inexplicably relaxed.
Her resentful tone, murmuring like a dream.
She had complex feelings for this man who insisted on uncovering the last fig leaf on her body and crushing her dignity under his feet.
But, she had no resentment, only unspeakable resentment and sigh.
She just wanted to maintain her last bit of face and bottom line dignity, but this guy didn't give her that chance.
But, what could she do?
She had endured to the limit.
Her life would be ruined by this bastard.
After a moment of silence, as if overcoming psychological fear.
Suddenly, her center of gravity shifted back.
Amy's slender neck arched back.
Her mouth opened silently, for who knows how long.
A long sigh echoed in the room.
“You bastard, are you happy bullying me?”
Amy lay weakly on the bed.
Looking sideways at Rhode, who was standing at the door with a satisfied look, her resentful tone carried a tempting aftertaste.
It was this bastard who ruined everything for her.
But she couldn't hate this man at all.
“Bullying you is meaningless, but making a hypocritical woman recognize her own nature, I feel very accomplished.”
Looking at that smiling face, Amy felt a lump in her throat for no reason.
She buried her head in the quilt, muffled sounds coming out.
“Get out, I don't want to see you!”
Rhode shrugged, not caring.
This kind of thing only happens once and countless times. Once you take that step, it's like a train falling off a cliff, you'll only sink deeper and deeper.
“Remember to look for me when you miss me, this is my contact information.”
Rhode put his business card on the table and turned to leave.
Click!
Hearing the door close, Amy quietly raised her head, looking at the empty room.
She felt inexplicably wronged.
“This bastard!”
She told him to leave, and he actually left.
He didn't even know to coax her, to comfort her.
“Idiot! Idiot!”
She bit the pillow and vented fiercely. After calming down, she couldn't help but recall the extreme pleasure that made her feel only one step away from death.
Although it was a bit too intense for her, that feeling was like it was imprinted in her bones.
It was impossible to forget.
Just thinking about it made her body tremble uncontrollably.
“Hmph!”
It didn't feel too bad.
Considering that this guy worked so hard, she'd forgive him.
Amy covered her head, concealing the redness on her face.
Although it was only the first time, she felt like she couldn't live without this feeling anymore.
Even more, she couldn't live without that hateful guy.
“Vivian...”
Amy thought of her good friend, and couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt and jealousy in her heart.
Why was this guy Vivian's boyfriend?
“Where am I worse than her?”