The girl is a master's degree in applied psychology. After panic and fear, she quickly combines and judges.

If Jemoney really doesn't plan to force her, she should loosen her ties and move her with reason.

In this way, the army will be the first and then the courtesy will be polite, and there is only one explanation -

This pervert wants to confuse her and torture her more fiercely!

[Woo!]

Alison had some strength on half of his shoulders, which were not pressed down, and he suddenly sat up with his waist, took out all his courage, and slammed his forehead into Jemoney's green eyes that were close to him...

This is the move taught by Ivis by example, allowing this little white rabbit, who is powerless, to learn some self-defense skills.

The imagined "bang" sound did not sound, but instead felt a burning pain in the back of the head...

Jemeni is a good thief, half a trainer, reacts quickly and instinctively tilts his head back.

The hand that followed the hair changed to grab the hair, snatched the hair on the back of Alison's head, and stopped the little white rabbit's final attack...

[Um…]

The girl's scalp hurts because she was pulled, and she can't help but let out a muffled sound of pain.

The pain made her scalp almost lose its intuition.

This blow took all her strength and opportunity, and she was desperate...

He fell back to the soft mattress, turned his face sideways, and didn't want to look at Jemony even if there was a shadow...

Disgust, hate.

Complaint, disgusting...

But in Jemeni's view, the desperate girl turned her head and showed her fair and tender neck and collarbone.

It's undoubtedly tempting him...

The magma-like fire rushed to the throat again...

He bowed his head by mistake.

Licked and sweated.

He was so evil that he couldn't help but feel like a small fish doing foot massage gnawing on his feet, gently...

It's like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Alison's ears were very sensitive, and Ives would get goose bumps all over his body when he blew his breath.

At this time, the humiliating and desperate girl crawled on her back from the back of her neck and got goose bumps...

Then to the back, arms, chin, front neck, clavicle area, chest and abdomen...

Jemoney felt the prey under his hands slightly change and looked up.

What still catches your eyes is the snow-white neck and collarbone.

I feel that I can't be too obsessed.

He is always the one who needs to kneel down and lick.

Alison had to beg him, not to indulge in the beauty of his prey!

This confused him.

This girl likes him for so long, and all the repulsion just now is pretending!

She also entered Jemoney's eyes, but now, Jemoney can only retaliate and control Yu.

There is also the urgency to catch Alison and threaten Carl to show off his power.

Insulting the second-rate Avis is much more important than taking advantage of Alison.

But he cannot demonstrate himself, and it is impossible for others to take action instead.

He was a little confused.

The only thing that could solve his confusion was the red and purple rope marks on the white skin of Alison's arm just now.

Just like the antidote that Jemoney has been unable to do human affairs for many years.

He saw the red and purple bruised scars on the little white rabbit's hands, and was released like never before.

How great would it be if I had created this release myself...

"Bang!"

In the empty room, crisp slaps sounded.

Jemoney, who was completely distorted and perverted, had slapped Alison hard before he could think about his release.

The upper limit suppresses the power, and the power is very different.

The mute girl who was slapped in the face only felt dizzy, and the world was left with only tinnitus and the stars in her eyes...

When she realized that she was beaten, she still couldn't believe it.

On TV, when a madman humiliates an innocent woman, the other party resists and will be beaten and tortured...

This is beyond the knowledge of girls’ life.

Extra-syllabus...

Humiliation, pain, helplessness... Before these strong emotions reached her hypoxia brain, tears were no longer flowing silently...

Why suffer this?!

Damn fate...

Why me?

If I had been home with Avis, at least my parents-in-law would send a driver to follow her in the future...

Is Jemonie still a human?

As strange as a beast...

The blonde beast still looked down at the girl.

Four finger marks immediately appeared on her white and pink face.

The hideous demon mark.

It was the declaration of victory created by Jemoney himself.

The swollen red handprints, on Alison's face, had a faint tendency to have a purple and stagnant blood stasis...

Jemoney, who was possessed by the devil, stared at the "results", and the dark corner in his heart bloomed like never before...

Over the years, I suddenly realized.

He found a way out.

He can't do it, but it's OK again.

This just makes up for the hidden need that has been difficult to talk about for many years.

Instead of satisfaction, he found...

At this moment, no matter who the subordinates suppress, as long as they meet his perverted emotional needs, they are just toys.

He hasn't beaten people.

Catch thieves and handle cases, and conduct routine training.

They either face extremely vicious criminals or colleagues who are as good as his wolves and tigers as he is.

It's different from the feeling of beating people.

He has not bullied the weak.

Don't know what it tastes like.

In the past, moral and legal standards tied him to find alternative ways to satisfy himself; the "teacher of justice" in the social circle drowns his dirty and dirty behavior; the suffocating family atmosphere blocked all his escape routes...

When all these shackles were removed, he finally found himself...

Apollo is his god!

He opened a door for him to commit crimes and bully the weak, and opened the window for promotion and wealth, and invited him to enter together...

Jemoney completely abandoned the shackles in her heart and deeply realized how free and easy it is to be a bitch and a bad guy!

Doing bad things will be addictive.

He narrowed his eyes, reached out to touch the four finger marks on Alison's face, and then followed his shoulders to touch the blue and red handover bruises on his arms one by one.

It seems to be admiring a freshly baked carved artwork.

Just when he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.

The blonde devil beat up.

Get up, get off, tidy up your instrument, stand up straight, and go out and open the door.
To be continued...