Chapter 4

WHEN KAI enters his house, he immediately turns his gaze to Robert, who has a silly grin on his face.

“Wait a minute, Kai, what was that? You seem to have a strong attachment to her?” Robert inquired, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Stop it, Robert,” he said flatly.

“Are you sure there hasn’t been anything—”

“I told you to stop!” Robert was stopped by Kai, who spoke authoritatively and glared at him.

“Woah! Wow! Man, calm down! You don’t have to be so agitated. I’m just curious why you’re so upset about it.” Robert indicated his surrender by waving his hands in the air.

Kai returned his attention to his food after clicking his tongue. While Robert continues to stare at him, he can't help but wonder.

“But don't you find it odd? Why was she behaving in this manner? Does she have an attitude problem?” he wondered aloud to himself. “Is that the new way to say thank you?” he sarcastically asked, turning his gaze to Kai, who was preoccupied with his food.

“What's up, dude?” What exactly did you say? Do you recall what you did to her the night before?”

“Please, Robert, stop. “You infuriate me,” he complained.

“If you were telling me everything, I wouldn't keep asking and asking. Dude, you're keeping me in the dark!” Robert said it in such a way that Kai sighed.

“Last night, I saw her drunk, took her home, put her to bed, and that was the end of it. “The end,” he said succinctly.

“Is that all?” Robert inquired, skeptically.

Kai remained silent as he finished his meal and cleared his plates. Robert didn't stop asking questions, but he still hadn't gotten a response from his friend, who was busy washing their dishes. Kai returned to the dining table to get the other dishes, but he was distracted for a moment when he noticed the bowl that Sittie had used a while ago. He quickly snapped out of it and gathered all of the dishes, placing them in the sink to be washed. Kai continued to turn a deafening ear to Robert's curiosity, prompting Robert to grab his both shoulders and force him to face him so they could talk properly.

“Kai, can't you hear what I'm saying?” With his eyes wide open and irritated, Robert asked him. However, Kai's sharp glares defeated Robert's impatience and caused him to immediately remove his hands from Kai's shoulder. Again, he made his hands rise in the air, indicating his surrender.

“OK, OK. I won't bother you,” he said, feeling awkward and scratching his head.

“What brought you here?” Kai inquired, solemnly.

Robert regained control and responded to Kai's question.

“Mr. Abayon, a former client of ours, has asked you to be the head chef for his unica hija's wedding,” Robert replied quickly.

“When and where will this happen?”

“The Grande Royale Water Resort on October 15th.”

“Wedding on the beach?”

“Yes.”

“Invites?”

“We're talking about 300.”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of work.”

“Yeah,” said Robert.

“Did you tell him about my conditions? I won't accept it unless my entire team agrees to work with me.” He made the request.

“He wasn't against your conditions; rather, he only wanted one thing: "Make sure they do a good job."

“Of course,” Kai responded confidently.

Kai immediately finished the dishes and went to his room to prepare for a personal conversation with Mr. Abayon and the bride about their food preferences on the wedding day. When Kai was walking down the stairs, he noticed Robert's eyes were fixed on him; he simply ignored him and continued his walk.

"All right, let's go." And he maintains his phase of leaving his house. Robert simply followed him, climbed into the car, and took the wheel. He began driving after starting the car engine.

While driving, Robert keeps his gaze fixed on Kai, who is in the midst of preparing a proposal.

“If you don't keep your eyes on the road, we'll both die.” He warned Robert while his gaze was fixed on the paper he was reading.

"Does it really happen that—"

“Stop it, Robert,” Kai told him sternly.

“You're being mysterious yet again,” Robert said, closing his mouth for the duration of the drive.

SITTIE, on the other hand, found herself sleeping on the sofa where she didn’t even recognize that she had fallen asleep after arriving at her home. She still has a headache from her hangover, so she goes to the kitchen to get some cold drinks. When she stood up, her eyes were drawn to the coat that Kai had lent her, and memories of that morning with him flashed through her mind. While he fondled her nipples and breast, her sweet little moans tried to escape her mouth. His warm breath on her skin adds to the fire that is already burning inside her. She was roused by her lustful desires at that point, but she quickly drew herself back and stopped her hallucination. However, no matter how she composes herself, her body is unable to deny and suppress her raging libido that craves to be fucked by him. Her cunt desired to be entered by his magnanimous cock, who has the ability to fire a large amount of cum.

“No way...” she exclaimed as she took a deep breath.

Even though masturbating herself goes against her principles, she can't stop the raging fire from devouring her entire body, including her sanity.

“Ahh...” she moans, resisting the urge to scream. She slid her right hand inside her top, caressing her own breast, while her left hand was on her pussy, playing her clitoris. Each caress and grope in her breast and nipple arouses wilding desire within her wetting pussy.

Her body was covered in lewdness, causing her to sweat as she continued to play into her own body, reminiscing about Kai. Each of his touches heightened her libido, prompting her to slid her finger inside her pussy, which was covered in cum. She began masturbating herself, allowing her desire to consume her sanity and body. Sweet little moans began to emerge from her mouth, like a beautiful melody playing into her living room, as did the small sound made by her slender finger moving back and forth inside her wet folds.

She continues to masturbate herself until she reaches her climax and inserts her finger where it can be reached. The next thing she knew, a flood of fluids was rushing into her hand. Taking in her own air, she pulls her finger inside her beating vagina and looks at her middle and index fingers, which were covered in sticky fluid.

“What are you thinking, Sittie?” she questioned herself.