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“A normal way to greet someone.” Mark shrugged as if the kiss earlier was not a big deal for him. “It’s just a smack. You can’t weigh it the same as a real kiss. If you don’t know what a real kiss is- then I can give you an example.”
“Greetings, your face. If kissing is the new form of greeting someone, then why did I not see you kiss your mother in her lips?” Angelo debated. If Mark thinks that he is someone easy to be fooled- then that ugly Homosapien is mistaken. He’s not someone who easily believed things; after all, he was once the top one of his class. “Even though it was just a smack- it is still a kiss- you vile human, and I have no intention of knowing that example of yours. You can model your kiss to your german shepherd. Perhaps he would willingly let you sample what a real kiss is.”
“The greeting only applies to my- wedded partner. Greeting someone that is not my wife with a kiss- is considered prohibited.” Mark smirked, seeing his wife’s face- suddenly t
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“Although I can see that the both of you are getting along just fine but, it doesn’t mean that I would believe your words- that both of you fell in love the first time you’ve seen each other and decided to get married in an instant.” Mark’s mother figured out herself, to postpone what she was going to inform the both of them instead, she decided to leave the two- to continue what they were doing earlier. “Since, as you say that this is your house, my dear son, then I’ll give you the liberty to continue what you were doing earlier. This unwanted mother of yours would now leave the both of you. So please enjoy.” Angelo was made speechless; by what Mark’s mother- had verbalized and, he can’t help but make a fuss- in his mind. “Earlier, Aimie’s mother-in-law told us- that she doesn’t want to see something nasty but, why is it now that she’s urging- me and this perverted ugly Homosapien to continue. Why is Mark’s mother suddenly contradicting her words? Maybe she’s planning to se
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Angelo stayed in his room for the rest of the day; he didn’t even have the appetite to have dinner in the evening because of what the perverted ugly b*st*rd had done to him. Mark and his mother luckily didn’t insist- for him to join them- on having a family evening meal together. Angelo even refused the suggestion of the maids- to bring his meal; in the room; he reasoned that he had eaten a lot of snacks earlier and should control his diet since what he had eaten earlier was foods full of calories and sugars. The maid could only; forcefully agree to the madam’s suggestion, although it was evident on her face that she didn’t want the madam to skip her meal. Seeing the expression; of the maid- as if Angelo had given her unfair treatment, he decided to change his mind and requested the maid to bring him a chicken noodle soup. Perceiving that the young master’s wife had; requested- her to make a soup; the dejected- face of the maid earlier instantly changed to that with pure gle
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His mind, instead, was fully energized, and Angelo couldn’t help but imagine the kiss he and Mark had done earlier. The kiss that had taken his breath away; that made him feel powerless and become someone- not like himself. Angelo shook off the thoughts; he had about the kiss and told his self- that the one who enjoyed the kiss was not him. It was instead the body he currently inhabits that enjoyed the kiss. Since the body is of female anatomy and not of a male: it was only natural for Aimie’s body to like the kiss. After all, she is a female. “Does it even make sense!” Angelo shouted in frustration as he disheveled his hair. “It makes little sense that I, a male, would enjoy the kiss. It explains nothing even though I am in a female’s body. It’s so frustrating.” Angelo laid down again on the queen-sized pink bed with a soft velvety pink blanket pulled up until his chin. He tossed and turned the whole night. Angelo even forgot to play games with his phone: as he; was
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As Angelo was enjoying his meal when; a person suddenly sat- on the opposite side of him. He glanced at the person- who sat on his opposite side. Angelo was surprised- to see that it was the gorgeous tigress; that had sat- on the opposite side of him. Aimie’s mother-in-law looked at her with seriousness; that goosebumps started to emerge on his skin. Mark’s mother suddenly smiled sweetly at him, that he suddenly felt shivers all over his skin: “Is something the matter, mom?” Angelo decided to ask Aimie’s mother-in-law since; he was not comfortable- with how Mark’s mother looked at him. “Seems like you; haven’t slept well last night.” Mark’s mother smirked as she scanned the face of her daughter-in-law. “Did you and my son perhaps have done something, you know?” Angelo spitted the food he had just eaten and let out a few swear words in his mind. He didn’t expect that this gorgeous tigress in front of him would have some lewd thoughts about him and that
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Mark’s mother could only trust her daughter-in-law’s words. After all, she doesn’t feel what Aimie feels. All she could do was to observe the condition of her son’s wife. “Then I’ll trust your words,” Mark’s mother helplessly said. “Do you want a new set of a meal? I’ll ask the kitchen staff to cook for you a new batch of foods for lunch.” Before Angelo could reject the suggestion of Mark’s mother, the gorgeous tigress had already left the dining room and went towards the kitchen to instruct the kitchen staff to cook a new set of foods. Angelo just stared at the meal he hadn’t even finished- he felt that rich people tend to; waste food much often. He helplessly breath out and started eating the food he wasn’t able to finish earlier. The kitchen staff; then brought a new set of lunches for Angelo although, he was full because of what he had eaten just now. He decided to consume the newly cooked foods even though he was already- stuffed since not all people are
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Angelo then blushed in embarrassment after Mark’s mother had explained things to him. He’s not used to the way these wealthy people dine; he was accustomed- to eating his meals directly without the unnecessary appetizers and desserts on the table. Composing himself, Angelo silently ate the single fried ravioli on his plate, and after he was done- with the appetizer, Mark gestured for the staff to serve them the main dish. The kitchen staff- then efficiently replaced the used plates and utensils with new ones- before serving- the main dishes- comprised; of a high-grade medium-rare steak and baked potatoes. Angelo, seeing the meal that; was served, became hungry. Before Angelo could dig into the food served in front- of him, he became devastated because of the varied spoons, forks, and knives placed: on the side- where the plate- is located. Not wanting to be embarrassed, again Angelo secretly looked to Mark’s direction and copied the perverted ugly human being’s table
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“How come this gorgeous tigress is so strong when she is a woman. This body of mine is so weak that I think a single gust of wind would cause me to fly miles away from this place.” Angelo thought as he touched the wrist that Mark’s mother had gripped tightly. Angelo inwardly cried, seeing the wrist- that was as thin as bamboo to have a scary red handprint. “Why did you suddenly grab me?” Angelo inquired as he massaged his wrist. “Well, it’s because you’re in the wrong direction of your room.” Mark’s mother informed. Angelo looked left and right, trying to see if he was indeed in the wrong direction of his glimmering, dashing pink room. He then looked at the door- to make sure that it was the right door; that would lead him to the horrifyingly pink room. “I think you are mistaken, mom,” Angelo said when he was sure that he was in the right direction of his room. “Then, I’ll head inside.” But before Angelo could open the door of his room, he sud
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Mark’s mother energetically instructed the attendants where the things- would be placed. When they were; done, Mark’s mother decided to excuse them and, the attendants breathed out in relief because they could finally rest in their quarters. Satisfied with the attendant’s job, Mark’s mother beelines to her son- who was busily rummaging and signing the papers that; were placed- on his study table. “Are you satisfied with the attendant’s work?” Mark’s mother inquired as she leaned her head against the study table. Mark just nodded at his mother’s inquiry without withdrawing his focus on the document he was reading. Mark’s mother pulled a face when she noticed his son’s action towards him. She then yanked the papers his son was holding and placed them on the pile of papers; located on the side. “Why are you still looking at those documents when work- had already been done ages ago.” Mark’s mother then pulled her son and made him sit on his king-size bed.
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