"Can’t handle it? Hmm? Can’t handle this little bit... hmm?"
"..."
"...Don’t...Stop!"
"Is it ’don’t stop,’ or ’don’t...stop’? Hmm? My little baby, you need to make it clear. My Chinese isn’t that great."
During passionate monts, Sienna Johnson would blurt out in Chinese instead of the Amwan Language, which was why Adrian Desmond made such a remark.
"Don’t stop!"
"I won’t stop, little baby. I’m going to make you die from pleasure..."
"..."
"Say you love the most."
"I love you the most."
"Say that you won’t let any other man have you but ."
"Only you!"
"Only what?"
"Only let you... co inside!"
She was shy, and saying such words was already Sienna Johnson’s limit. Adrian Desmond knew better than to push her too hard.
She had already reached her limit cooperating with his act tonight. If he pushed her further and she caused a scene, he would be the one to suffer in the end.
"Call Brother. Let hear you say it."
"Brother..."
"Let Brother satisfy you!"
"Brother, be gentle..."
Her soft, sweet voice, filled with girlish tenderness, made it hard to imagine that the speaker was a pregnant young woman.
Hearing her voice aroused Night Owl; this was simply torture, an agony.
"Good girl, relax. Let Brother please you..."
"AH... AHH..."
As the woman’s screams echoed, his face flushed, and he felt himself soaring to the clouds.
"DAMN!" Night Owl cursed. He had actually reached his climax just from listening to that woman’s voice.
"Master!"
Night Owl’s bed partner heard the commotion and knocked before opening the door. She saw him panting heavily, drenched in sweat, his eyes dark and sowhat unsettling. She stood there, unsure whether to enter.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"Co here!" Night Owl ordered.
"Yes!"
Cloud was a woman of mixed heritage, possessing the tall, perfect physique of a Westerner and the gentle grace of an Eastern woman. She was the one who had been with Night Owl the longest.
"Lick it clean!"
"Yes!"
Cloud lowered her head and saw his semi-erect mber. Without a hint of hesitation, she set to work. She wore a thin, rose-colored slip nightdress, its hem barely covering her bottom. The full mounds of her breasts were enough to make any ordinary man nosebleed. Cloud was a seductress, a creature born to please n.
Kneeling between Night Owl’s legs, she swept her long, smooth, glossy hair behind her head and lowered her face. The scene was striking.
Night Owl closed his eyes, savoring the woman’s ministrations.
Over on the other side, all sounds had long since ceased. Night Owl sneered inwardly: Adrian Desmond only had that much stamina. Just an hour, and he was already spent.
Sienna Johnson, wait for to satisfy you!
I’m a thousand, ten thousand tis better than that Adrian Desmond! A woman like you, only I am worthy of—not so dog our family keeps!
"AH..." Night Owl suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the woman’s hair, and began to thrust fiercely. The woman’s brow furrowed in pain, and a pained whimper escaped her lips.
His desire was rekindled; this night was destined to be sleepless.
「...」
「Five hours later,」 the woman was dragged out. Night Owl had soone change the bedsheets and duvet cover. While he showered, the room was disinfected.
He had many won, but he never spent the night with any of them. Once he was done with them, he threw them out.
When he ca out after his shower, the sky outside was already bright. Here, the nights were short and the days long. But for so, it was always night—a pitch-black, endless night capable of swallowing hope and souls.
He took out his phone, looking at the candid photos of Sienna Johnson on it.
"Sienna, you just wait. You’ll be mine soon..."
"..."
"Death Island is too lonely. Co keep company."
He brought the phone screen to his lips for a kiss, imagining the stubborn, aloof woman before him. He could almost feel her slender, soft waist in his grasp. In such a captivating mont, he wished ti would stop.
「...」
「The next day,」 Sienna Johnson was woken by the sound of her phone. The curtains hadn’t been drawn. She was still groggy and had no idea what ti it was.
"Hello..."
Her lazy voice clearly indicated she hadn’t woken up properly. Night Owl suddenly wished he could see her like this, not fully awake. A sharp, cunning woman looking so dazed and confused occasionally must be even more captivating.
"Your stamina really is poor. You only went at it for an hour yesterday, and you slept until ten..."
As if a basin of ice-cold water had been poured over her head, Sienna Johnson was instantly wide awake. It was Night Owl. That man actually had the audacity to call her.
"How did you get my phone number?"
"HAHA... Not only do I know your phone number, I also know your asurents... 84, 62, 86... Your chest is a bit small. I prefer larger ones; your breasts need to be at least a D-cup! Otherwise, you can’t satisfy ."
Why on earth should she have to satisfy him?
Sienna Johnson’s face flushed red with anger and embarrassnt. Having a stranger recite her asurents like that felt the sa as being stripped naked by a man and stared at.
"I haven’t found out the transaction ti yet. I’ll call you again when I do," Sienna Johnson said, intending to hang up.
Night Owl suddenly wanted to keep hearing her voice. He realized he must be going crazy—to feel so satisfied just by listening to a woman’s voice.
What on earth had this woman done to him?
Could she have put a hex on him?
"That man of yours is no good; he went soft after only an hour. You should be with instead. I can last much longer than him."
Sienna Johnson grabbed a handful of her hair, sowhat regretting having played along with Adrian Desmond’s act last night.
One hour wasn’t nearly enough for Adrian Desmond. Because he was considerate of her being pregnant, Adrian Desmond would only have a taste each ti before stopping.
That was the difference between love and no love.
When you loved soone, you cared more about them, worried more about them.
But Sienna Johnson had no intention of telling Night Owl, this stranger, any of this.
"Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up!"
"I don’t like other n touching you! If I find out you’ve been intimate with that man of yours again, I’ll have no choice but to go after your precious daughter!"
What kind of talk was that?
He made it sound as if she were having an affair! She and Adrian Desmond were a legitimate, married couple. What was wrong with them sleeping together? He talked as if she were an adulteress!
"Night Owl, Adrian Desmond is my husband!"
"Not for long!"
"..."
"Sienna Johnson, I want to be your man!"
Sienna Johnson snorted. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What was this? A blatant attempt to seduce her, a married woman?
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