MY HUSBAND COOLS THE BUILDING
Not Time yet
The dressing room backstage. The emperor sat down to recover his strength post-match. Sweat was still pouring from all over the Emperor. Flowing in every curve of his muscles. The emperor wiped it with a white towel hanging from his neck.
"You're great, Hero. It's your pay." The boxing coach gave Kisar a wad of money before leaving him.
The emperor only snorted long, he saw the contents inside the brown envelope, sheet by sheet of red money. The biggest fragment in the country. How many? Probably about ten million. The Emperor downed a bottle of mineral water and stuffed all the envelopes into his gym bag.
The emperor placed the gym bag into the locker and started to clean himself. His entire body was slumped with sweat, blood, and also dust when he fell down earlier. The Emperor rubbed with soap every muscle that was so tempting to the Eve. Tattoos on the arms, neck, legs, and waist make the Emperor look like a typical badboy in general.
"Will you go home?" asked Arman, the man who was defeated by the Emperor. He joined the dressing room as soon as the Emperor came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The emperor put his clean clothes back on.
"Yes, I still have to work tomorrow." The emperor rubbed his face with medicine so as not to bruise.
"Sorry, yeah, I hit you too hard." Arman chuckles.
"I also hit you with all my might, Brother." The emperor chuckled.
"Young people like you go through illegal fighting like this, don't you have any parents or family that forbids you?" Arman shook his head, considering that the Emperor was still young, he should still be sitting on the university bench, instead of working as hard as a racehorse.
"I'm doing this for my family, brother." The Emperor smiled as he closed the door of his locker. Arman frowned, is it possible that the Emperor is the backbone of the family?
The Emperor clenched a fist tos with Arman. "I'll go home first."
"Be careful," cried Arman as he replied to the tos with his fist.
The emperor stepped out of the pub, occasionally correcting the gauntlet of his gym bag to fit more tightly on his shoulders. The Emperor passed through several pairs of cheap women who stroked his body as if to tempt the Emperor. Without pay they would willingly outsmart on the bed to taste the Emperor's manhood.
The emperor was a magnet for women. His handsome parasites are supported by his body that is towering and very sturdy is the target of women. Seeing his achievements in the undefeated boxing ring made the girls question the Emperor's stamina. Surely this guy is as great in bed as he was in the ring.
At first glance the Emperor also looks like a badboy who easily sleeps with anyone, even though the Emperor has never slept with any woman in his lifetime.
"Hello, Champ. Are you going home yet?" asked a girl who worked in the pub, she whispered in a super spoiled tone and invited the Emperor to sleep with her. Promises extra serve with a gentle massage on his rooster.
The Emperor simply smiled knots as he left the woman. The whispers of the sobbing and the invitation to make love were no strangers to the ears of the Emperor.
"What's wrong?" A bodygurd saw the awkwardness on the Emperor's facial expression and immediately walked up to him. The man was wearing a black suit and was full of fire.
"No," said the Emperor with a convincing ring. The Emperor set his heavy breath in anger. The two bobyguards looked at each other for a moment before driving the Emperor away from there.
"Go there!!"
[Not yet, Kai, not yet.] Inner Emperor.
When the emperor passed, he left the pub to go home.
The emperor swore at the hood of his jacket as it rained. Not hard, but not too thin. The Emperor turned on his 250 cc black CBR motor and darted quickly across the deserted city streets in the early hours of the morning.
The sound of the roar of his motorbike was so fierce that it stopped when he entered a simple building. A government-subsidized house with an area of 60 square meters and has one room.
An Alaskan Malamute hound leapt into the Emperor's arms and licked its master as if it had been hundreds of years without seeing him. The dog is loyal and very friendly.
"Hello, Girl! Stop licking, you're gonna eat the cure??" The emperor immediately embraced his beloved female dog.
"Come, I'll feed you!" The emperor got up and opened the refrigerator. Pick up some grapes and also take a bottle of milk.
"Today's milk and cereal? Agreed?"
"Your woof!"
"Okay, I'd say I agree." The Emperor smiled and stroked the head of the Girl, the dog's name was Girl, so the Emperor called her Girl.
After feeding the Girl, the Emperor immediately shook his body onto the bed. There was only five hours left to rest before returning to work on the construction.
The girl immediately caught up with the Emperor, climbed onto the bed and floated in the Emperor's arms. The big dog licked the remaining milk around his mouth before falling asleep.
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