06 - Underware Size

There is only silence and a cold aura emanating inside the luxury car belonging to the man Naara sees as a bastard. The woman scans every inch of the contents in the car. On the one hand, she is very happy to be able to feel the sensation of riding a luxurious, ridiculously pricey car. Maybe it will take Naara decades to work before she can afford the price of the car she is riding. On the other hand, she is sick of being toyed with by an authoritarian man like Aderaldo.

"You are the most annoying bastard I have ever met in my entire life," Naara hisses, and Aderaldo glances at her with a lopsided smile.

"Thanks for the compliment. I'm flattered," Aderaldo replies casually.

Naara sucks on her tongue. "You're not stupid, are you? You can definitely tell the difference between a compliment and a curse," says Naara boldly.

"I think the word bastard is a compliment. That word is so fitting for me, who is a bastard," Aderaldo replies in a very calm tone.

"You crazy man! Your mind really is insane, Aderaldo," Naara curses while shuddering in horror.

"Yes. Some people say that about me a lot, and I have no problem with that."

Naara shakes her head in disbelief at every answer Aderaldo gives.

The man is very good at spouting words to make other people even more annoyed.

"Don't call me Aderaldo. I don't want you to call me by that name. You have to keep that in your tiny brain," says Aderaldo, pointing at Naara's head with his index finger.

Naara glares fiercely. "Heh! Really, what right do you have to forbid me? Isn't your name indeed Aderaldo? Then why don't you want me to call you by your own name? You really have a mental disorder," claims Naara, annoyed.

"Because you are mine, so I have the right to control everything about you. Call me Early! I'm not taking any objection," says Aderaldo firmly.

"I don't belong to anyone! I don't belong to you. On what basis do you claim that I am yours?" Naara snaps.

Aderaldo puts his long index finger to his lips as if telling Naara to be quiet.

"I don't need your approval. If I say you're mine, then you're mine. You just need to be quiet and follow what I tell you to do," Aderaldo says calmly and emphatically. Naara is at a loss for words. The girl just falls silent while thinking hard, why is there such a devil-a hearted man like this man. Men, who have no feelings, going around saying that other people have to obey what they say? Is Naara now his doll?

Naara wants to hit this man's head with the shoe she is wearing so that his brain will return to normal like an average human. Naara chooses to observe the road around her. This is definitely not the road to campus. The car is headed towards the city center, and Naara is getting annoyed with this damn man.

"I want to go to campus? This is not the way to campus!" protests Naara against Aderaldo.

As if deaf, the handsome man remains silent while staring at the fairly crowded street.

"You're not deaf, are you? This isn't the road to campus. I have a class today. You can't bring my grades down. I don't want my scholarship to be revoked," says Naara angrily.

"No need to worry. As long as you are with me, everything you fear will never happen," says Aderaldo as if with no burden.

"You talk as if you own the campus," Naara quips.

Aderaldo has a hand on his chin as he nods his head. "The biggest donor, 80% shareholder and scholarship provider for underprivileged, but outstanding students, isn't that enough to make me the owner of full power in the campus you're afraid of?" Aderaldo's arrogant words suddenly make Naara's tongue numb.

Naara tries hard to discern whether what this man said is the truth or just a lie to scare her.

"If you're in doubt, you can look up my name through the internet. Hmm, but seeing your ugly cell phone, I doubt you can even freely surf the internet with it. What a horrendously cheap cell phone,"

Aderaldo mocks cruelly while glancing at Naara's cell phone in the girl's hand.

"What's wrong with this? My cell phone works just fine," Naara says innocently as she flips her cellphone. The luxury car heads for one of the blocks with luxurious and majestic skyscrapers. Naara thinks this must be a five-star hotel. The woman is already getting ready to run away when Aderaldo opens the car door. She wouldn't want to be with him in a hotel room.

The door is unlocked, Naara is ready to run away from there, but her hope is quickly dashed. Behind the door are many rows of tall, burly men lined up neatly while staring at her fiercely.

Let alone running, and even walking feels heavy. The girl turns to Aderaldo, who is standing proudly in front of the entrance of the luxurious building. With slow and reluctant steps, Naara is forced to follow him while being watched by the eyes of the many well-built and fierce men in front of the door. Naara looks around her with high curiosity. Everyone there bows their heads as if to pay respect to the man wearing a navy suit in front of her.

"You took me to the hotel? Don't try to mess with me. Why did you bring me here, you bastard!" Naara hisses as the two of them are in the elevator. Aderaldo looks at Naara with a mocking laugh.

"An innocent girl who is quite stupid, as it turns out," the man mumbles.

"What did you say?" asks Naara with a glare.

"I said, a quite stupid innocent girl. You heard it well, didn't you?" Aderaldo repeats without hesitation.

"I'm not stupid! I'm an outstanding scholarship student," Naara says defensively.

The man laughs out loud at that. "Yeah, because you're too smart to tell the difference between a company and a hotel. Naara Kiva, you're the most interesting toy."

"What do you mean?" asks Naara angrily. Hearing the word 'toy' directed at her, Naara's heart rumbles to explode with her emotions. She will never let herself be toyed with.

Naara doesn't see herself as a doll that can be played with to her owner's content. The brown-eyed girl feels the need to clarify what this bastard Aderaldo meant.

Aderaldo only smirks in response to Naara's question. The man is very happy to see Naara's expression change in the blink of an eye because of his words. The handsome man had never felt a sensation like this when he was with other women. Aderaldo's footsteps stop in front of a large door bearing the name ADERALDO CETTA EARLY, which indicates that the room belongs to him. This is the handsome billionaire's territory.

Naara's eyes scan every detail of the deserted hallway that is only occupied by one person standing with her head slightly down across a big door with that asshole's name on it. The woman looks sexy, with a tight shirt that accentuates the pair of fresh melons on her chest, and she smiles meaningfully at Aderaldo while staring cynically at Naara.

"Don't look at her with those scornful eyes. I can easily have one of the bodyguards remove your eyeballs," Aderaldo hisses at his secretary, who just started working there for a day.

After the incident of firing the old secretary for being too boring and disgusting, Aderaldo had his assistant find a new replacement secretary. With the requirements being smart, sexy, and also able to satisfy him. Even though he hasn't tasted this new one yet, her attitude has already irritated the man because she looks at Naara with an overly vicious gaze.

Aderaldo grabs Naara's palm and drags her to enter his study. The girl steps in and instantly becomes amazed. Naara seems to forget what had happened in the elevator as the girl starts looking around the spacious room.

"Is this your office?" asks Naara without thinking.

Aderaldo nods while leaning on his desk, watching Naara, who is admiring the furniture there. The man really likes Naara's expression, which can change in an instant. An expression of admiration that is not made up and truly reflects how she feels.

"This must be very expensive," Naara mutters, stroking the downy navy sofa.

"This doesn't deserve to be called an office. This room can probably be called the most luxurious room in a hotel." The girl monologues. "Really good, amazing, and extraordinarily luxurious," says Naara subconsciously.

Aderaldo clears his throat to break Naara out of her reverie. The girl comes to her senses and immediately turns and stands stiffly, staring at Aderaldo.

"Why did you bring me here?" asks Naara at last, returning to being curt and unfriendly to the man.

Once again, Aderaldo chuckles in exasperation. 'What a unique woman,' thinks the man.

"I want you to spin 360 degrees," orders Aderaldo and Naara frowns deeply. "Turn around. Spin your body," Aderaldo insists.

Naara follows the handsome man's words while looking down, feeling Aderaldo's words are strange. The man walks towards where Naara is standing. The woman reflexively backs away and covers her mouth, anticipating before Aderaldo suddenly attacks her lips. Only a few inches away, their bodies nearly touching, Aderaldo hugs Naara's waist possessively. Naara is surprised and reflexively hits the man's arm. Aderaldo takes advantage of the woman's carelessness to kiss her sexy lips.

Naara tries to push Aderaldo's muscular and sturdy body, but in vain. The man remains standing there, hugging Naara tighter and deepening the kiss. Naara stops rebelling because her efforts will only be in vain. Her strength is not comparable to the man's strength.

Aderaldo finally breaks the kiss and wipes the corner of his lips with a thumb. His other hand still embraces Naara's body tightly, locking the woman so she can't rebel anymore.

Naara glares at Aderaldo with a look of hatred. The girl feels very angry with the authoritarian treatment of this man in front of her.

"What size bra and underwear do you wear?" Aderaldo whispers right in Naara's ear.

A rugged slap lands on Aderaldo's cheek from Naara's tiny hand. The bastard's question succeeds in making her a hundred times angrier. A sweet gift for the man's bold question for her.