chapter 14

Hikaru Ogata's voice was already a little hoarse, trying to be self-evident.

Seika Matsumoto stood there, and after taking a few deep breaths, the expression on her face became less rigid. She walked directly in front of Hikaru Ogata, squatted down under his gaze, and stretched out her hand to unbutton his trousers silently.

He sat back on the sofa relaxedly, looking at her with slightly lowered eyelids, thick eyelashes covering all the emotions in his eyes. However, she didn't intend to look up, she just pursed the corners of her lips and focused on unbuttoning his suit trousers. The button was very small, and it was slippery when caught. She held her breath, but her fingertips still trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't catch the button several times in a row.

With a little force in his hands, he led her up without any refusal.

Shaking her hands, she took out an aluminum foil packet from her coat pocket, and before she could tear it open, he snatched it from her hand and threw it aside. He took her arms firmly in his hands and lifted her up onto the sofa. She gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Fu, it's better for us to have some protective measures, what do you think? Not just for me, but also for your own health, isn't it?"

"I don't like it." He refused willfully, and neatly peeled off her coat, leaving only the black dress on her body, and then leaned his body on the back of the sofa, and touched her slender, white and tender body with both hands. Thighs, pushing the hem of the skirt up a little bit.

With rare patience, he stared at her intently.

She didn't want to provoke him, and she didn't want him to leave any traces on her, so she obeyed him. He finally showed a satisfied look on his face, and put his palm lightly on her waist.

"What's the other option he gave you?" he asked her suddenly.

Her movements froze for a moment, and at the same time she calmly replied: "I will attack you in public."

Either be raped by all the men present, or be raped by him in public, and her choice is the former, because in her opinion, the latter is worse than the former. His hands tightened involuntarily, he pinched her waist and stopped in mid-air, and asked her coldly: "You think the former choice is better, don't you?"

His breathing seemed to calm down in an instant. She was a little frustrated when all her previous efforts had been wasted, and felt that he was inexplicable, so she couldn't help but sneered and asked him: "Mr. Fu, can I understand your reaction as jealousy? I don't know." Choose the first, would you allow the second? Would you be humiliated like that?"

Her words were calm, sharp, and aggressive, and he suddenly found that she seemed to have been calm and rational since entering the door, her emotions, her body, and herself had hardly any ups and downs.

Hikaru Ogata stood up abruptly with a cold smile on his lips. Seika Matsumoto couldn't help the exclamation in her mouth anymore, and instinctively grabbed his shoulders with her hands, trying to maintain her balance. He held her in his arms like this and strode to the French window.

He pressed close to her, bit her ear with his teeth, and asked harshly, "Do you think the people downstairs can see it?"

The postures of the two people were clearly reflected on the mirror-like glass, and Seika Matsumoto clenched her teeth.

An angry light emerged from her pupils, reflected in the glass, as if two clusters of bright flames were jumping. Sure enough, she never closed her eyes again, didn't make a sound, didn't beg for mercy, just stared at him on the wall, stared at him fiercely, imprinted all of this in her heart, and firmly remembered the insult and pain she had suffered. harm.

She hated this man, wished she could cram his tendons, peel his skin, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!

He looked at her through the mirror and locked her eyes tightly. He trembled and his soul escaped, as if seeing fireworks blooming outside the window.

He let go of the confinement on her, took a step back and looked down at her, his appearance was clearly extremely distressed, but his expression was indifferent, as calm as if he had no emotion. This almost fierce stubbornness brought him great happiness, but he couldn't help hating her deadly stubbornness.

"A Anji wants things." He said in a cold voice, ignored her, turned and walked to the bathroom.

But she asked suddenly: "I can take the CD away, can't I?"

Hikaru Ogata paused, as if he thought she was ridiculous, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Of course." He replied, "But this is just a copy, not the master disk."

"It's okay, it looks the same."Seika Matsumoto's legs were trembling, and she had to hold on to the glass window to stand up with difficulty. Instead of picking up the thin skirt on the floor, she went to the sofa to pick up the coat that he had peeled off before. Get up, wrap your body, and go barefoot to get the disc.

Hikaru Ogata was a little puzzled for a while, but he didn't intend to delve into it, so he teasingly raised the corner of his lower lip and said, "If you like it, you can take more pictures when you have the chance."

"Thank you, no need for now." She responded, wrapping up the CD and carefully putting it in her coat pocket.

A Anji lived downstairs, and when he heard her intention of coming, he was still expressionless, and handed her a big pocket, which contained her mobile phone, wallet and the clothes she needed most.

Seika Matsumoto also had a calm expression. When she picked up her pocket, she even carefully checked the items inside. Seeing that nothing was missing, she thanked him lightly: "Thank you."

A Anji eyes widened unconsciously, and he looked at her like a monster, thinking that this woman was either stupid or crazy.

Seika Matsumoto didn't change into her clothes right away, she just took out her shoes and put them on, then went out with the borrowed overcoat still wrapped. Kak Yui was extremely trustworthy. She waited downstairs until she received a call from Seika Matsumoto. She watched her walk from the building, leaned over to help her open the door, looked at her carefully, and asked softly, "Are you okay?" ?”

Seika Matsumoto didn't answer, but after a few breaths, she said, "I'm sorry, I soiled my coat, I'll pay you for a new one later."

Kak Yui hurriedly said it was okay, hesitated for a moment, and said: "To be honest, I see that you and we are not in the same way. You don't think I'm dirty, and you are willing to wear this dress. I am already very happy."

Seika Matsumoto twitched the corners of her lips, but said nothing.

Kak Yui saw that there was nothing in her coat, so she asked again, "Why don't you go to the back seat and change your clothes?"

"No need."Seika Matsumoto replied, "I have to trouble you to take me to an express hotel, I have to stay for one night."

Kak Yui naturally agreed and sent her to an express hotel.

When getting off the car, Seika Matsumoto left her mobile phone number and said: "Kak Yui, I am very grateful for the help you gave me tonight. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely repay your kindness. However, The relationship between me and Mr. Fu is not what you imagined, and you are afraid that you will be disappointed."

"Ah?" Her intentions were exposed like this, Kak Yui felt embarrassment on her face, and hurriedly explained: "Miss He, I have no malicious intentions."

"I know, so I am very grateful."Seika Matsumoto said.

She got out of the car with her pockets in her pocket, went into the hotel and opened a room. After washing her body well, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself carefully. Except for the red finger marks on her neck, there were no obvious marks on her body. She felt a little lucky. After thinking about it, she raised her hand and kept pulling the skin at her throat until Sha was all over there, completely covering up her finger marks. Mark, it stopped.

Early the next morning, she bought emergency contraceptives at the pharmacy and swallowed them, then drove to school, and then called Furkan to complain: "Furkan, I'm going to be tortured to death by them, why do you think the current students are so bad?" Is it reassuring? I remember that we were all very obedient at the beginning? We never caused trouble for the teacher."

Furkan explained her with a smile: "Don't worry, take your time no matter what happens, report to the leader if you can't solve it, and push the trouble up."

"Can you not be in a hurry?"Seika Matsumoto felt guilty and blamed herself, but she continued to lie in her mouth, "My throat hurts from anxiety, remember to buy two boxes of medicine for me when I get home. It clears the throat and sharpens the throat."

Furkan was very distressed when he heard it, and bought several boxes of granules for her when he got off work at night, but when he saw the bruise on her neck, he was still shocked, "Why did you become like this?"

Pretentiously, she rushed to the mirror to check, and said triumphantly: "My colleague said that I would get angry like this, so I picked it up. Don't tell me, it really works. My throat is much better now than it was in the morning."

"All nonsense!"Furkan couldn't help scolding her.

"It's okay, it just looks scary." She hung around his neck coquettishly, and after a Furkan she said suddenly: "Hey? It was broken, so that the mobile phone was out of power yesterday and turned off, and it was very difficult to find someone to borrow a charger."

She patched all the loopholes. She didn't come home at night because some students had a problem. The phone was turned off overnight because it ran out of battery, and she even made up a reasonable explanation for the bruise on her neck.

Furkan didn't have any doubts at all, he trusted her as always, and even felt more pity for her, except that she was so enthusiastic that he pestered him a little bit, Furkan couldn't help laughing and teasing her while enjoying himself happily: "Baby, you What's going on recently? Are you trying to swallow me alive?"

Seika Matsumoto froze for a moment, but she soon returned to her natural state. She leaned down and leaned into his ear, giggling and saying, "Maybe it's getting old, isn't it that thirty is like a wolf and forty Like a tiger? I'm about to transform into a big bad wolf and eat you up, this little sheep."

Naturally, he couldn't stand her provocation, and threatened in a low voice: "Okay, then let's see who is the big bad wolf, who is the little sheep, and who can eat who up."

She hugged him tightly uncontrollably, muttering to herself: "Furkan, take me away, let's die together, okay?"

"Okay." He replied.