Chapter Twenty Three: Forgetting What's Right & Wrong

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"Hana?"

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"Hana?"

I couldn't hear anything from her line, no response coming from her

"Are you there-"

The door opened, my eyes met an angry Hana

I gulped nervously, fuck

"How did you know-"

"I just realised, the loud bang I heard from the shower was because of you"

Before I could even utter a single word, I found myself dragged inside of her home, she slams the door shut after I entered

She motioned me to take a seat on her sofa as she walks over to the kitchen

"I would offer you food or a drink, but that's not a priority right now" she opens one of the cupboards, bending over to grab that large box she had the last time I was in her house

My pupils dilated in fire, noticing her slight peak of her undergarments from her robe

But it wasn't the garments

It was the fact she wasn't wearing any

Holy fucking shit

I choked on my saliva, patting my left chest as my cheeks flushed red, embarrassed for looking too far

I looked away, as Hana stood up once she had the box in hand

"You okay? Do you need water-"

"N-no!" I look back at her, stopping her from walking towards the fridge

"I'm fine, thank you" I huffed out in one second, making my way towards the sofa

"You sure? You look like you're burning up-"

"I'm just hot" I cut her off, taking my shirt off before sitting down

"Jesus" she commented, placing the box next to me as she looked over to my new bullet wound

She grabs the tweezers, cleaning it before helping herself onto my lap but at a short distance

I tried my best, looking at just her face, fighting my inner demons to not look below her neck

She's wearing another silk robe, but this time it was dark red, and she looks so fucking beautiful in it

Not even that, her scent changed back to normal now I smell her vanilla and coconut scent she used to carry

And her thick thighs straddling my lap, Jesus Christ

I feel even more trapped into her spell she unconsciously casted on me

"You ready?" She snaps her tweezers, with a slight innocent smile that could kill

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