I Love You, Uncle
Chapter 19

“Om Ansel, can I enter?”

Hearing Clara's voice that sounded so soft in her ear, Ansel was silent. The man closed his eyes, then tried to catch his breath. The anger that initially filled the recesses of Ansel's heart was slowly extinguished, replaced by a cool breeze that calmed the heart.

The man threw his liquor bottle into the trash, then stood up. With a staggering body, he walked towards the door. Ansel did not know what to do in front of Clara later, the awkward situation between the two of them made him confused what to react in front of Clara. However, one thing he knew, he wanted to see Clara.

Clamps!

As soon as the door opened, Ansel watched the girl standing in front of him from head to toe. Currently, Clara is wearing a tank top that is covered in cardigans and training pants. Because of the rush, Clara did not have time to change her clothes with neater clothes. The girl was too worried about Ansel's condition to have no time to change clothes.

Ansel's gaze again fell on the servants and housekeepers who were still standing there. He looked at them with a dislike. “What are you guys still here for? Quick go!” his orders firmly.

The servants and housekeepers ran in terror, leaving Clara alone in front of Ansel's room.

“Come, come in,” Ansel said as he stepped away from the door, giving way for Clara to enter her room.

Though initially hesitant, Clara finally steps into Ansel's room. The sight of a messy room greeted Clara's arrival. The girl shook her head. Want to feel surprised because Ansel is usually very neat. But, considering Ansel who was drunk made him feel familiar when he saw the condition of the man's room.

“Your room is very messy,” commented Clara.

“Not only is my room a mess, but my life is too, Clara,”.

As soon as Clara entered her room, Ansel immediately closed the door and pushed Clara's body towards the wall. The man greedily scooped Clara's lips and kissed the tiny lips.

Clara widened her eyes, confused. It's true that this kiss is something Clara had longed for. However, when he remembered that Ansel was currently drunk, he somehow thought that Ansel was unconscious while doing all this.

Clara wants to get angry, the girl tries to push Ansel's body to escape the man's kiss.

“Om, I .. shouldn't we—”

“Clara, I love you,” said Ansel, cut off Clara's words and then again silenced Clara's lips with hers.

The smell of alcohol blending with Ansel's kiss, made Clara feel the sensation that burned her body. Hearing the word love ejected from Ansel's lips slowly made Clara return a kiss from Ansel.

Their kisses are getting hotter. Ansel who was overcome by burning passion then lifted Clara's body. Without letting go of their kiss for a second, the man led Clara towards her bed. Slowly Ansel put Clara's body on the bed, then she wrapped Clara's body under it.

Slowly Ansel took off the clothes covering Clara's body, leaving the girl's underwear alone. While continuing to kiss Clara's lips, do not forget she also played the sensitive points of Clara's body, tempting the girl until her passion can not be dammed anymore.

Clara's heart raced so fast as she looked at Ansel's plain body. The girl swallowed her saliva as Ansel prepared to carry out a union between them.

“It might hurt a little. But, I promise I will give you pleasure,” Ansel said with a hunting breath.

In one jolt, Ansel and Clara's bodies fused together. Clara held onto Ansel's back tightly while enduring the pain that had overwhelmed her. For a few seconds Ansel was silent, letting Clara's body get used to it. After that, he started his hot game.

Ansel's room was filled with moaning and *******. The two lovebirds combine love as if there will be no tomorrow. Their bodies continued to clash, until they finally reached their peak.

After getting her release, Ansel lay limp beside Clara. The man immediately closed his eyes in exhaustion.

While Clara was still awake. The girl glanced at Ansel who was already sleeping soundly, then looked at the ceiling of Ansel's room.

‘Stupid! What have I done? Why is everything like this?’ grumbled Clara, bemoaning her stupidity for letting Ansel fuck her.

‘What if later Om Ansel gets angry after waking up?’ ask Clara in my heart. The girl regretted their actions a little. However, she also felt happy that Ansel loved her.

‘Ck! Why am I even happy to have made love to Om Ansel? Shouldn't I be trying to forget him?’ clara's nagging to herself.

Clara decided to clean up and put her clothes back on. He limped into the bathroom, wanting to clean up the remnants of their romance attached to his body. When he finished, he did not forget to also help Ansel put his pants back on. He wanted to make things seem as if nothing had happened between them.

The next day, Ansel awoke from his sleep. The man groped to the side, looking for Clara's whereabouts but could not find Clara. He looked around the room and found Clara sleeping on the sofa.

‘Why did Clara sleep there? Didn't I and she fuck last night? Is everything just my imagination?’ ansel thought.

He took a long breath. Mourning over having had too much to hallucinate if she and Clara had made love.

Holding his head dizzy, Ansel woke up from his sleep, then sat on the edge of the bed. The man opened the drawer then grabbed ibuprofen and vertical it to relieve dizziness due to alcohol consumed last night.

Ansel got out of bed, walked over to Clara. He crouched down in front of the sofa, then stroked Clara's face. Ansel smiled wryly, realizing how cowardly he was because he always wasted Clara. She feels upset with herself for being late to realize her feelings and too late to fight for her love.

Ansel who was intending to move Clara to bed undoes his intentions as he looks at the red spots that are clearly visible on Clara's slightly exposed chest. Ansel narrowed his eyes, wanting to ascertain whether his conjecture was correct or not.

When he realized that the red spots on Clara's chest were a kiss, Ansel smiled. She begins to realize that their romance last night is not her hallucination and Clara tries to cover it up.

Ansel, who could not help but love Clara, did not regret what they had done.