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6. Foreign Man

last update publish date: 2025-02-19 17:58:19

Helga crawled out of bed, and the lights that turned on made her eyes close because of the glare. What surprised Helga even more was Zean, standing in the doorway of her room, then the one on the bed.

"Who are you?" Helga asked in fear of a man on the bed. The figure who had just touched her neck when Helga was asleep.

The strange man laughed without changing his position on the bed. He even supported his head with one hand while looking at Helga.

"I didn't expect to find a beautiful girl in this house. I thought it was just an illusion but who would have thought it was real," said the man chuckling at Helga's reaction after realizing something was wrong. "Good defence, Miss," he said while blinking one eye.

Helga froze in place, disgust spreading throughout her body making her unconsciously wipe one hand on the neck that the strange man had licked.

"What are you doing here?" asked Zean flatly. Both of his hands were in his pants pockets. Zean's gaze was straight ahead, piercing the strange man who winced softly and then got up from his lying position.

"Don't be so fierce, Ze. I just didn't expect there to be a woman here. You know me when I see a woman. Moreover, the woman's body scent is so tempting. Her body is sexy too," said the man while laughing happily seeing Zean holding back his anger. "Oh, don't worry. If the woman was yours, I wouldn't mess around."

"She's my wife. Do you want to die?" asked Zean coldly.

The man widened his eyes, surprised by Zean's confession. "Wow! I just found out that your wife is very beautiful," he praised while looking at Helga. The woman was scared. "But yeah, sorry, I didn't know. That will be the first and last time I taste your wife's neck, Ze. It tastes so sweet, intoxicating." "Get out!" Zean shooed him away firmly.

The man laughed and got up from the bed.

"I won't do it again, Ze."

"I said get out. Do you want to die?" His tone was full of threats, but the stranger laughed and then left the room.

Helga didn't know what he meant. What just happened? Why did the stranger come into her room? Didn't Zean not allow anyone to go up to the second floor of the house?

Before Helga could wake up from her daydream, Zean's hand grabbed her roughly. The man closed the door hard, making quite a surprising sound. No. Zean didn't take Helga out of the room but took her to the bathroom.

"It hurts," Helga grumbled as Zean gripped her wrist tightly.

The girl's body jerked forward until it hit the wall of the fairly large bathroom. Helga was afraid to see Zean who was full of anger. The man took the shower and turned it on just like that, then poured it on Helga who was shocked because the water was cold.

"Cold!" Helga exclaimed, her body cold. But Zean didn't seem to care and poured water from the shower right onto Helga's neck as if there was a stubborn stain there. "What are you doing? "It's so cold," Helga complained, trying to avoid him.

Zean said nothing, just pursed his lips, his sharp gaze piercing Helga who was confused and scared.

"Zean!" Helga shouted. The girl wanted to avoid him but Zean quickly caught her. "Zean!" Helga shouted again and was even more surprised by what Zean did.

The man kissed Helga's neck which had been licked by a strange man but. From Zean's rough movements, Helga knew that the man was angry.

"What are you ... eungh ... ahk!" Helga couldn't hold back her moans when Zean roughly kissed Helga's neck, even biting it lightly.

Helga's two hands gripped Zean's waist who didn't let go of her.

"I beg you ... stop," Helga begged but Zean just kissed Helga's neck even more roughly making the girl scream.

Helga tried to get Zean away from her with all her might even though she knew that it would be in vain because Zean's strength was greater than hers. But Helga managed to push Zean's body and stared at him angrily.

"What are you doing, damn it?" Helga snapped roughly. The girl held her neck which Zean had just kissed brutally. There was a stinging sensation on her skin.

But Zean didn't say anything at all. His eyes were sharp, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. No. Zean had no lust for Helga's body, who had become his wife. Zean only stared at her because of his rising anger. Helga could see it. But as if not satisfied with his efforts, Zean pushed Helga's body against the wall right under the shower.

Helga almost cried with what Zean did under the shower. The man rubbed Helga's neck roughly as if washing it, removing the stains on her neck that had turned red because of his actions.

"Stop! It hurts," Helga complained with a pleading look at Zean whose eyes felt sore because of the cold water from the shower.

Hearing Helga's faint sobs, Zean stopped his actions but his hands were still on the girl's neck. Zean's anger subsided and he was silent for a while.

Helga, who had stopped struggling, lowered her head deeply. Both of her hands gripped Zean's waist which was equally wet.

Zean looked at Helga sadly. He turned on the hot water from the shower. His gaze was still cold but the man was silent. His hand then forced Helga to look at him. Their gazes met and Helga could see the anger that remained in Zean's eyes.

"You're mine. So don't ever let anyone touch you or I'll get angry and hurt you like this," he said softly.

The girl didn't respond, just stared at the dark glare of Zean's eyes.

"Did you hear me?" Zean asked.

Helga quickly nodded her head, not wanting to make the man angry again and hurt herself again. But what Zean did next made Helga speechless. The touch on her lips was soft. Zean kissed Helga's lips under the warm shower water. The kiss was slow and gentle making Helga feel safe in his embrace, calm but the girl just kept quiet letting Zean play on her lips.

Helga knew that she was a substitute but what Zean did to her this time made her body unable to fight back. Maybe too tired that she finally just let it be.

The kiss was slow, deep and demanding, making Helga open her mouth. For a moment, Helga opened her eyes and was silent when presented with a beautiful view in front of her. Zean's face was still playing with her lips while closing his eyes. One of Zean's hands was on Helga's waist, the other on the girl's nape. Helga didn't know if it was true or not, but the lull made her dissolve in the warmth that Zean gave.

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