ROYALE

Chapter 25

A/N:
Okay, I've gone shopping and eaten ice cream.
I'll never be ready but the show must go on.

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Type woke up with goosebumps all over his body. He was shivering the room was cold but there was like a scorching stones in his stomach.

It seemed he hadn't been fainted for too long since he was still sweating badly. He believed he had his jeans on when he collapsed but the only clothes he wore now was his boxer and it was so damp with his sweat.

The burning sensation in his stomach had died down a bit, but it was still there. He was breathing evenly when Type heard a girl moaned not far from where he lied down.

It was coming from the bed if he guessed it right. He was not in his right mind to think. Puifai sounded frustrated.

He wanted to get up and helped Puifai but it seemed his body was out of his control. He felt numb.

Puifai's moaning sound was getting louder, Type was slowly getting to his sense along with the uncontrollable waves of desire in him. He felt sultry all of sudden. Type felt his member grew harder and bigger as the erotical sounds kept pushing him to the edge.

Fuck...

He felt disgusted, but it was out of his control. His body ignored all signals from his brain to stop whatever it was, as if it had a mind on its own.

Shit. Type tried so hard not to touch himself he even clawed all ten fingers on his thighs until his skin was torn because of his sharp nails.

Type groaned since his length was twitching and Puifai's moans didn't help at all. It only worsened the situation.

Fuck, Type thought he was gay for Tharn now but girl's moans could even lit his zest. Fucking animal! He cursed at his own body since it kept trembling hearing Puifai's moans.

He should have been helping Puifai right now, not lusting over her. How could he think about jerking off while she clearly needed Type's help.

Type was cursing at himself silently when a hand suddenly yanked and threw him to the bed. Puifai's erotical voice was clearer in Type's ears now and the rational mind on his head almost slipped away.

While fighting the urge to satisfy his sexual desire, Type stupidly glanced at Puifai who was almost naked with his bralette and lingerie. He could even hear a vibrating sound coming from her. She was touching Type's chest too.

"Puifai... don't... no...." Type used all the strength he could pull off to keep Puifai's hands away from him. He tried to pin them down.

Fuck. Type cursed again since something exploded behind his boxer when Puifai was looking at him with dreamy eyes. She was crying and as desprate as himself, but nothing they could do because their body were not cooperating.

He realized he and Puifai got 3 bulky audiences with masks around the bed. Two of them touched Puifai in her most secretive part of her body. And one of them slowly crawled his hands upward from Type's knees.

All of sudden, Type wanted to throw up. It was disgusting. All of it was disgusting. They were all disgusting.

And he was extremely disgusting.

With all remaining strength he had, Type yanked his wrists away from the man's grips and crawled faster to get as far as he could from them. He found himself getting into the bathroom and banged the door loudly.

Type hurriedly locked the door and dragged himself under the shower. Seconds later, Type had been showered by cold water that slightly helped him putting off the flames. However, no matter how long he let himself shivering under the cold shower, his member was still hard. It was even crazy that Type was dying for more release in this kind of situation.