My students Canduku
Chapter 3

Hands clenched at the sides of the body, and eyes that turned sharp, had not been enough to show all the anger that had accumulated within Chandra. The man was very angry. He was like a tiger ready to prey on the girl who came out of his house.

Chandra turns on his motorbike, then moves forward slightly to shut Mishall's access out of his yard.

“Good!” pinta Chandra firmly.

“Pak Chandra?” For a moment, Mishall was surprised at his teacher's welcome.

The girl smiled smirked then rushed up. Unasked, his two thin arms hugged Chandra's waist shortly before the motor moved quickly away from the house.

“You to which hotel, Sir?” mishall asked in a high voice. He did not hesitate to move his palm on the stomach of his teacher. Touching with sensual gestures.

Chandra did not reply, instead, tightening his jaw, then increasing the speed.

Motor heading to the empty Tristan apartment—formerly Chandra already contacted. His eyes continued to show furious lightning until the motor parked.

Chandra clasped Mishall's hand into the apartment. Not a friendly grasp like the usual couple, more to drag Mishall forcibly. It's just that, because the girl was too obedient and very enthusiastic, she accepted with pleasure all the bad treatment Chandra had tonight.

Entering the apartment, Chandra immediately closes the door, and inserts the key into his pants pocket. He slightly raised the corner of his lips, and did not keep his gaze away from Mishall's monolid eyes.

“Open your shirt!” pinta Chandra's.

Only a voice, which even almost every night Mishall heard from a variety of different men, but only Chandra's voice managed to make his hair stand up. Maybe because the teacher's voice was too masculine and sexy when greeting Mishall's ears. Perhaps also because he felt challenged to have an affair with his own teacher. Or maybe, because that man is Chandra, not the others. Mishall smiled widely and immediately obeyed the wishes of his teacher.

Chandra folded his hands together in front of his chest, looking with no interest at Mishall who was already standing without any cloth on his body.

“Bapril. Here, I help.” Mishall reached out, but was immediately brushed aside by Chandra.

“In the bathroom.” Chandra is low-voiced, with her head moving in motion.

Mishall nodded, then walked first to where Chandra meant. He stood with a little tiptoe in front of the sink. He never lost the smile on his lips. He offered his body willingly as Chandra was already standing behind him.

However, unlike Mishall's dream, Chandra instead strangles Mishall from behind and sticks his face in the mirror.

“I told you, our relationship is just a one-night date! Why did you send the video to my wife, huh? What do you mean? You want to ruin my marriage.” Chandra growled, with a completely angry look on his face.

In fact, Mishall did not remember how enthusiastic he was. He was terrified and gasping as his feet scavenged on the bathroom floor. He was afraid that his teacher would lose consciousness and hurt him here without anyone knowing.

“B-no, Sir. I wasn't. Oath.” Mishall let out the rest of his voice. The air supply was completely restrained, and he needed to breathe immediately. “I don't even know Mr.”'s wife

Chandra let go of the giggles. A red scar was clearly imprinted on the back of Mishall's milk-white neck. Mishall immediately fell and sat on the floor.

“How can I trust your words? What proof? Where would my wife get her video if not from you? Ah, and more importantly, why did you video the night? You want to frame me?” The row of questions Chandra spoke with teeth pressing against each other strongly. His eye lashes have not subsided.

“Hape?” Chandra muttered, then exited the bathroom. Earlier, he locked his door from the outside, ignoring Mishall's screams asking to be released.

Chandra is not indifferent, while picking up Mishall's bag and looking for his phone. After finding it, the man even clucked upset when he found the smartphone with the logo of the bite apple it needs a fingerprint.

Forced, with a lazy step, Chandra opened the bathroom. He was momentarily stunned to see Mishall curled up in fear near the door. His eyes were full of tears. Chandra sneers. The torture made this girl so crybaby.

“Fingerprint, just let go of here.” Chandra held out Mishall's phone.

The girl half-doubtfully gave Chandra what she asked for, after which, the man searched all the photos and videos of their togetherness last night. He deleted all the files and their tracks.

“Ada ever held your phone earlier, or yesterday?” chandra asked, afraid that the video was more owned by someone else.

Mishall shook his head slowly.

“Out!” order Chandra, then leave the bathroom, and sit on the edge of the bed. “Wear your clothes. I am not interested in minors.”

Mishall sneered with a half-excited face, then returned to dressing. When he was about to get out, he realized the door had not yet opened.

“The door is still locked, Sir!” mishall said, telling.

“Kan I said earlier you came out of the bathroom, not from this room,” replied Chandra casually, then put himself down. He was still busy checking all of Mishall's files and shuddered in horror. This 17-year-old girl has been in contact with so many men just for the sake of pleasure. Chandra immediately judges Mishall suffering from nymphomania.

“Mr, ish! I have a lot of customers out there! Mr. ..” Mishall growled in annoyance, thrashing furiously. “For-Boy, I lost 2 million tonight.”

“Only for the sake of 2 million, Mishall, you sell yourself?” Chandra immediately woke up and focused on the girl. Quite regretful, even though she used to be an intelligent student. “Your body price is just 2 million?” Chandra snorts amusedly.

“The father will not understand!” mishall said, flat. “Because Father never rasain what I rasain.”

“Your parents are still there, right?” ask Chandra. Mishall fell silent, Chandra knew that as the answer yes. “Your parents still love you pocket money, right? Your school needs are still met, right? Uh, your parents know this job of yours?”

“Father don't have to interfere!”

“Cuman to look rich, you sell yourself for 2 million?” Chandra shook his head in amazement. “I pay you 3 million, sleep here, so good boy, and come with me tomorrow one full day.”

“What?” Mishall did not understand the words of his teacher.

“Cute me tomorrow. I show you what results you will get from your work.” Chandra. “You, still under my supervision! Before I know the source of the video that my wife got, you'll never let me go!" Chandra Ancam.

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