Auction Husband
Misbehavior

After breakfast, Mr. Al took me to my room. I did, at first, feel ordinary until when I saw Bik Sri who was holding a smile. I flicked my chin, as a gesture of asking what would happen after this. However, the woman was increasingly smiling. And when his hand moved to show me something, I was nervous.

I fiercely denounced Bik Sri who gave the code with two index fingers clashing against each other. The woman's lips came forward as if she were demonstrating while kissing. Oh, naw! What the fuck?

Indeed, all this time I have never done activities like adults so. My relationship with Riko is not a courtship practice like most dating people. The proof, that guy was looking for another woman behind me, right? It's because Riko doesn't get what she wants from me and can get it from other women.

Ah, really that guy.

So, what does the kissing scene like the one shown by Bik Sri with Mr Al take me to the room?

Instantly, my face was hot as a speck of thought managed to damage my brain. Because of Bik Sri, my clean brain is becoming contaminated now.

I was wrong with my own behavior. Then, I hid my face with a deep bow. It's so shameful to get such a prick.

"Ayna, hurry!"

Mr. Al's cry jolted my consciousness. The man was a few meters away in front of me.

Ah, Bik Sri's. Bik Sri, this.

"I .. yes, Mr." I greeted his call, then ran quickly to the waiting Mr. Al.

I pushed the wheelchair up to the elevator in the house, then into the iron box ready to take us upstairs.

Arriving at the room, Mr. Al contacted Bik Sri to get up here immediately.

Moments later, the woman stood before us. While I sat on the bedside behind Mr. Al.

"Sir, try to check the clothes in the closet over there," said Mr. Al.

Bik Sri also immediately moved towards the intended closet. Apparently behind that wall was a closet and I don't know what else.

Waw! I was so amazed at him. Apparently, there are a lot of things I don't know about in Mr. Al's room.

After waiting for a few minutes, Bik Sri finally came out with some very beautiful women's clothes.

Here's a dress for the party.

Everything is luxurious and looks very expensive.

Bik Sri put the dresses on the bed. "This, Sir. There's still some more there-"

"This alone is enough" interrupted Mr. Al. "Help Ayna try on that dress, Bik."

I see it made. So, that dress for me to try? Now then?

My face again felt very hot, like it was being grilled in the burning embers. The heat flows throughout the body.

"Let's try the dress, Ay!" said Mr. Al gave the order.

Not wanting to upset the man, I rushed to my feet and received a helping of the dress Bik Sri gave me. Next, the woman followed my steps towards the bathroom.

"Sir, how long has this dress been in that closet?" I whispered after we got to the bathroom. "Kok, I don't know if there's a storage cabinet behind that wall? Where the dress is so good again."

I took down the shirt that had been removed. "Don't worry, Bik" I threatened Bik Sri.

The woman was just giggling. Yes, even though we are both women, I am still ashamed if I have to be seen without this clothing.

"Bibik also will not lust. Got us, right, same," the woman replied casually.

"It's not the same thing, Bik. Malunya problem. Look, I've never opened this way in front of anyone" I protested with my lips cut short.

Bik Sri laughed softly. "Already, quickly. Mr. Al is waiting, you know."

Bik Sri pulled a long zipper on this dress I was wearing.

"Sana out!" he said give orders.

"Bik Sri has not answered my question about this dress, you know," I said reminding that the first question I asked had not been answered by her.

"Bik Sri is not so understanding, do not remember also when. Anyway, that day there was this clothing. Recently, really," he explained later.

Perhaps Mr. Al had planned all this in advance. Far-away. I don't know. I can't guess anything about that guy either.

I stepped out of the bathroom carefully. Afraid of excitement keeps falling, 'is not funny.

This dress is very long dangling sweeping the floor. Fortunately, the bathroom floor is cool and dry. Otherwise, it is a pity that this dress must be dirty before it is officially worn.

I stepped closer to Mr. Al with a chopped heart. The man's eyes did not blink though. He continued to stare, look, observe at once like a quarry eyeing its prey. It's scary, but it's also fun at one time.

Observed in such a way by the beautiful man, of course managed to make my chest .. like being infested by butterflies flying creates happy tickles that make me misbehave.

"Try another one" he said slowly with a straight look at me.

I nodded obediently, then stepped back towards the bathroom.

"Why not change clothes directly in the room, anyway, Na. Let not be grubby like this," complained Bik Sri before going out to take another dress on the bed.

"I'm just trying to figure out what Mr. Al says, Bik-"

I have not finished saying, Bik Sri has stepped out leaving me alone. Not long after, the woman walked in with a faint smile.

"Replace in the room only, Mr. Al has agreed."

The information that I just got was hard enough to make me want to faint on the spot.

How is the story of me who is still a high virgin must change clothes in front of a grown man?

Oh, this is a disaster or a gift, Lord?!

"Splash! Mr. Al is waiting" said Bik Sri. She brought back the dress she had brought into the bathroom.

Bik Sri left me here alone. How do I walk there?

I was still sculpting when Bik Sri came back again, then his hands were so deftly pulling my arms to immediately follow his steps out of this bathroom.

True to my guess, Mr. Al just kept looking at me. Starting from the moment I stepped on the floor of the room until my steps stopped near the bed.

I'm pissed off. Why did I not think to take off her dress in the bathroom, then change into a bathrobe?

In this case, every movement I take off the dress and change with another dress will definitely be seen by the man.

Right now, Mr. Al's gaze did not shift in the slightest from my body.

Men are the same.