Please Dear Me, Doctor Adrian のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

Cold sweat ran down Amara’s back. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She had to answer now, or Doni would rip the phone away from her.“N-nothing, Doni,” she stammered. Her voice came out small and unsure.“Then why hide it?” Doni pressed, taking one step forward.She forced herself to bring her hand out. With a shaking hand she showed him the dark screen.“Just… just looking at a flash sale on designer bags. I’d be embarrassed if you caught me about to buy another one when the closet is already full,” she lied quickly. It was the one excuse that would make sense to a husband who thought of his wife as a shopper.Doni was quiet for a moment. He looked at her pale face, then at the phone in her hand.“Thought it was something real. You scared me,” he huffed. His shoulders dropped. The tension left his face at once, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion. He had no interest in checking her phone. He was too tired to care about his wife’s shopping habit.He walked right past her, threw his b

Adrian walked closer until only a foot and a half separated them. He looked into her eyes, sharp and steady.“Aunt Ratih called me again on the way here,” he lied, with a perfectly convincing face. “She asked about our progress. If we fail again today, she’ll come to your house tonight and make a scene. Do you want Doni to find out everything?”The threat worked. Amara’s shoulders sagged. She shook her head weakly. She had no other choice. This was the only way to protect the fragile peace of her household.Adrian took one more step. He raised his hand slowly. Amara shut her eyes, expecting something rough. Instead she felt a warm touch on her forehead.His lips pressed against her forehead. The kiss was soft and careful. There was no rushing hunger in it, only a message that Adrian truly wanted to do this properly, and with feeling.He lowered his face. He kissed her right eyelid, then the left. He moved down to the bridge of her nose and brushed a kiss on its tip.She opened her eye

Thump!His words made her lower her hands. Then she yanked his boxers down roughly.And when they dropped, he sprang free.The skin looked thin, so the bluish veins wrapped along its length stood out sharply. They pulsed, pumping blood into the swollen, dark red head.She swallowed with difficulty. Her throat felt dry. She pictured something that size forcing its way through her. A throb of dread ran through her lower belly just from looking.It would hurt.It would tear her apart.“Doc, that’s too big to fit,” she said, her voice trembling. She shook her head slowly. “I can’t. It’ll hurt so much.”He only stepped forward slowly, his face calm.“Relax, Mrs. Pratama. Pain is mostly in the mind. I can make you feel good without the pain you told me about when Doni was the one doing it,” he said in a low voice.“Medically speaking, the birth canal can stretch to about four inches to deliver a baby’s head. Your anatomy is elastic, and I’m only a little over an inch and a half wide. It’s p