My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 413

Meanwhile, an unprecedented war took place in the master bedroom, from the bed, to the carpet, the balcony, the shower, the dressing room, the gym, the bathroom…

When Sophia woke up the next day, she felt that her body wasn’t her own. Her head hurt; her teeth hurt; her tongue hurt; even her hips, butt, chest, stomach, and legs hurt. It hurt even to go to the toilet.

She was like a robot that was seldom used, and the sudden exertion forced her rusty parts to screech against each other painfully, but she wasn’t allowed the time to get used to it.

Last night, Michael had practically been like a beast as he took her. So vicious he was in his conquest that they ended up going through quite a few condoms. Sitting up was painful, and standing up was painful, not to mention lying down on her back, her front, or even on her side.

Sophia wished she was dead as she pressed a pillow to her belly, sobbing quietly with her face buried in another pillow as she regretted her choice—she shouldn’t have challenged a beast and its nature.

Michael woke up at last. Turning over to lie on his side, he looked at her before asking in an amused way, “You going to ignore me?”

“Nope, nope.” Sophia’s weak voice made its way over from the pillow.

“Was last night a thrill?”

“Yes, yes! Couldn’t be any more thrilling!”

“I handed over half a month’s worth of seed in last night’s session. Are you moved by that?”

 

Sophia was currently as timid as a new bride. “Yes…”

out and ruffled her sweaty and

 

had been kept in the military hospital to recover and hadn’t been going to class. All she did was watch ‘Temptations Of Home’ or stuff like that. Her body had clearly grown, and she now had more meat on her bones, which made her look even cuter. Now that her little face

home about, and she was shrimpy. Her skin was sickly pale as she sat at a desk piled high with books, dressed in her fading uniform, a pen in one hand and her other hand propping up

if she got into Bayside University. Even so, there was still a hint of joy and carefreeness

her eyes. It was the same look his mother had when his mother and father first

then, and Elizabeth Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from a while

out on the stage then. As he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that was filled with a myriad emotions, as though

heard her soul through her song; all the loneliness, her strength, and her elegance. When she finished her performance, he weaved through her crowd of admirers

their eyes on.

had just probably gone along with things. Since they had grown up together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said that they would be a pair. He also thought

under Old Master Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something between him and Irene that was

easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had been the result of going along with what others thought. That wasn’t love at

in that photo, he wanted to protect her and hold up the sky for this fragile yet strong girl with his own warm hands,

little seed, clad in a grey coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her,

now was covered with marks from Michael. There were even a few light imprints of a bite on her butt, so light that they could barely be seen. The man was in a good mood

even sang a song to express the delight he felt after a night’s romp. “You’re my lover, a lass like

and opened up the entertainment sites again. It was probably

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