All Chapters of Addicted to The Treacherous: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The wedding procession is actually short, but customs and habits take longer. For me, who has already been married, of course, with a very simple process too, agreement at the religious affairs office is enough. Religiously legal, state legal. I didn't have to be secretive because my college friend was also present as a witness.Rena said she didn't have much time before departing for overseas, coinciding with the end of the college student's project. She needs to prepare many things for the year-long student exchange.And we finally got married just a few weeks after Karin's wedding. I couldn't let Rena be attracted to other men while abroad.Seeing Rena in a white kebaya adorned with a siger and a ronce of fresh, elegant jasmine, it was hard to look away from her if the invited guests didn't ask for attention."Keep looking!" It was Papa beside me. I was surprised. His face is never creepy, but if you're already guessing, it makes you reluctant."Pa ...." I mean, there's no need to

"Ben..., what are you thinking?" Rena's hand on my shoulder broke my reverie.Yes, between vulgar and sadistic daydreams. I like being dominant, but on the sadistic level... maybe I'm soft. That's what my friends who I confide in in the virtual world say when it comes to struggles of passion."I wonder what good this will do." Most of the time, I could only imagine the anger that boiled over from knowing Rena was playing with Uncle Dean without my knowledge.Tolerating their behavior? I'm not that good despite knowing Rena's abnormalities and Uncle Dean's habits before marrying Aunt Dara.Then, why did I speed up the wedding with Rena even though I knew they were doing bad things behind my back?I wanted to create boundaries. Rena is mine. In marriage, I hope to bring Rena to a better life, even though on the other hand there are things that really bother me."Ren, did you call the psychologist's number that I gave you?" I asked while gulping down the contents of the bottle that Rena h

"Done, Uncle ...." I complained about the hot friction that left pain in my groin.It felt like my juices were completely drained by these two guys who had yet to get a release. They took turns entering me with no sign of completion."What's done?" Uncle Dean's hoarse voice rang out. His breath caresses the back of my ear.My back is attached to his hairy chest while down there it continues to be full of tension that keeps going in and out slowly. Both of Uncle Dean's hands twisted my nipples, sometimes pinching and pulling.Sweat coated the skin, adding to the friction of the bodies. It's ridiculous. The explosions down there are getting unbearable."Your dick, Uncle .... Stop it." I turned my head and was rewarded with a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. "This blisters, Uncle." I occasionally let go, but Uncle Dean held my jaw to continue sipping his saliva.Satya? I don't know. Last I saw him holding the camera, aiming at the union of my crotch with Uncle Dean.Uncle Dean then r

"Rena?" I called her name when I arrived at the apartment, but there was no answer. In fact, Rena's clothes were still scattered on the floor."Where are you going?" I took my mobile phone out of my trouser pocket and pressed the speed dial number two. There was no answer, but the song that sounded indicated that Rena's mobile phone was also in this room.Exactly. The familiar piano tune was muffled on the bottom bookshelf. "Leaving again." This means that Rena left without saying goodbye, or possibly went out for a while.Really? I mean, I left in the morning and it's very late now. While this room is unchanged from the last time we left.Where else should I look for Rena?I was distracted by a notification from my mobile phone. "Message?"Not a text message, but a video message. Maddeningly, the footage sent from Satya's number showed an open hole that kept melting thick liquid.Wait! Rena?To my knowledge, only Satya could do such a crazy thing to Rena. Leaving Rena exposed, recorde

"Are you okay, Ben?" I frowned in surprise, watching as Ben patiently and painstakingly applied every bruise, blister, and pain I had. Not just the obvious ones, but also the deepest ones. In fact, his own face was dotted with bruises."I should be the one asking how you're doing!" Ben raised his voice, there was anger in his tone as he pressed down on my cleavage. "Not again!"I whimpered, having to bite my lower lip to keep the sound out. Ben squinted at me, then at the touch of the tip of my index fingernail scratching the skin along his left arm back and forth."What about me?" I shifted my sitting position forward so that my knees could rest on his thighs, which were still covered by his pants."Learn to restrain yourself," Ben scolded as he poked my forehead. It's slow, but it hurts, until it needs to be rubbed. He did the same to my forehead as he smiled so broadly that his teeth showed, provoking my lips to form a wide curved line as well. "How many times do I have to explain?"