"You…" Debra reacted and said, "You are a Royal Master now. Can you not fool around anymore?"
Darryl giggled. "Even if I am the Royal Master, I'm still your man. How am I fooling around? I was discussing our baby with you."
He pressed his lips near hers. Debra felt shy. "Don't. It's not dark yet. It's not good if other people see us."
Darryl put on a serious expression. "What is the problem? We are in our room now. Who will barge in here?"
Debra pursed her lips into a smile as she observed Darryl's inability to wait. "I'm not going to satisfy you. You can go and look for Monica."
Monica's room was right next to Debra's. Debra then pushed Darryl and walked out of the room.
"Ouch!" Darryl shouted instead of going after Debra. He crouched and appeared to be in pain.
Debra was taken aback. She dashed toward him, an anxious expression on her beautiful face. "What's wrong? Don't try to frighten me."
Darryl looked at her. "Perhaps I have not recovered from the blood transfusion. I am dizzy because you pushed me."
He spoke in a deep voice, but his eyes sparkled with slyness.
"It's my fault…" Debra felt terrible as she helped Darryl to the wooden sofa. "I forgot about that."
Then she rolled her eyes at Darryl and said, "But you can't blame me too. You were teasing me…"
Halfway through the sentence, Darryl let out an evil laugh and rolled onto the wooden sofa with Debra in his arms. "I got you. Let's see how you will escape now."
Debra exclaimed, realizing Darryl was acting. "You—" She felt ashamed and enraged.
Darryl kissed her on the lips and silenced her. Debra became soft and powerless as she sensed Darryl's breathing. After a while, there were no more clothes on their bodies. Darryl got what he wanted.
"Oh…" Debra bit her lips and moaned.
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