Rain for Airin
Epsu 16. Turn On

The Keano POV

"L-deliver, Ke!"

Hearing the nasal tone of Airin's voice I released my hand even though I was not willing. Wanting to hold his body that almost fell, but Celia's hand made it difficult for me to move.

Especially with the people staring at us. We will continue to be a free spectacle for them if not get out of here soon.

Goddamnit!

It was even more upset when I remembered that my question had not been fully answered. Now it leaves even more of a puzzle.

Who is the man Airin meant? The man he loved more than himself. Huh, how lucky he is. I feel envious. Airin seemed serious about it. Just makes me curious.

"Hi, Nono how are you?"

With her sweet-ass face, Celia called me with that ludicrous call. I want to stuff his mouth with my wet socks. But remembering this in a public place, I undo it.

"Come with me!" invite me who is tired of being a free spectacle material.

Brugh!

I hit Celia's body on the sofa. Maybe I went crazy for taking my ex-wife into my apartment. But what can I do. We've done enough to create a furore outside.

"What are you doing here?" just ask me to the point.

"I should have asked. Why is my Nono here? Are you going on a date with that cheap lady?"

"Filter your rotten mouth!" I couldn't accept the woman disfiguring Airin.

"I'm talking facts" Celia denied, indifferently.

"My jawab. Why are you here?!"

"Of course to follow you. Do what else? I'm not gonna let that actor take you away from me."

I shook my head while smiling cynically.

"Do I need to drop tal—"

"I thirst. You don't want to get me a drink? I'm a guest here."

Celia cut my words as good as jidat.

"Take your own drink in the kitchen," I said.

He then left for the kitchen after smiling meaningfully at me.

Aghh! I should have dropped 3 talaq on him. But nimble as an eel, he will avoid me.

I'll make sure this time he can't avoid it again. I want to finish my business with him.

Sit on the sofa while massaging my temple. Mind fucked. Think of Airin out there.

Especially now that it is raining heavily. Ah, what am I afraid of. Airin likes the rain.

"Are you okay, Rin?" muttered.

I'm concerned. After Celia's outrageous abuse, I hope you're okay.

"Nono.... "

The sound of the kuntilanak's shrillness made me look straight at it.

"Cel, someone wants me—"

"I made you coffee. Drink."

Celia placed the coffee in front of me, while sitting on the sofa.

Huff...

The woman again cut my words as good as her udel.

Immediately I sipped his coffee, only to make the woman who looked at me with her naughty grin disappear from here.

"Go home, Cel. You shouldn't be here."

"But, No—"

"Go!" I snapped with a high voice.

"Don't be that rude Nono, however we've been in one blanket."

Why these?

The feeling reappeared. The pleasure I endured.

Even though it has been a year since I have ignored this feeling. Because I kept thinking about Airin, seeing any woman I didn't taste. But what's wrong with me now?

Why did that desire come back? The air seems so hot. Even my pants feel tight.

I shook my head before standing up and dragged Celia towards the exit. His presence here threatens my sanity.

Grep's!

I'm appalled. Suddenly the woman turned around to hug me. The body temperature feels hotter. The thing down there is really uncomfortable. Keep pressing for a touch.

Moreover, Celia even rubbed a large chest that poked from the clothes lacking the material.

This sensation...

I haven't felt this passion for a year. The touch of Celia seems to be able to activate the hormone that has been held in itself.

A little tasting's okay, huh?

After all, I was already tense. Like not willing this moment to be missed.

Immediately I carried Celia's slender body towards the room, then I sat on the bed. My breath was already hunting when Celia had already shrewdly played her hand down there. I took off the clothes I was wearing with a single stomp.

Wow, that slender hand.

His lips have now traced every curve of my body. No exception in the place where 'he' resides.

My feeling alone or is Celia now more clever in the matter of bed?

Damnit. The treatment of his mouth alone has made me turn on.

I immediately put her body on the bed. The 'he' was impatient to find true warmth. Not satisfied with just a tongue game.

It does not take long to remove the clothes less material. It feels like my body cannot be controlled. He just moves to follow the game.

Okay, no need to warm up again. I've been frustrated enough to withstand the ever-urgent surge of unification. With ease my possession has now found its nest.

Move to rhythm. The movement that is initially slow tempo, the longer the faster it will reach the end of pleasure. I don't know why this position reminds me of someone.

"Airin.." an involuntary shriek came out of my lips.

I feel Celia getting wild under my body. He made a mark on my chest with a little rough. It is not uncommon to bite hard. Makes me grimace in pain.

Immediately I plucked 'he' from his nest, before spewing out that pitch-white lava. Spilling it over Celia's stomach, before it finally fell down.

I saw the disappointment of that woman. Unconcerned. I'm so tired. Celia didn't seem satisfied with just one round.

Whatever he wants. My head's dizzy. After that I did not remember anything else, because my eyes looked blurry, then darkened.

I feel like I made a mistake. Hopefully not fatal. Don't again. Please....

...***...

Tok Tok Tok

Airin, half-awake, could still hear her door being knocked several times.

"Did Rain forget something?" muttered.

Remembering a moment ago, Rain still faithfully accompanied to listen to Airin's heart, which successfully made him feel better.

Before getting out of bed, he made sure Zia was asleep in her sleep.

With a soggy, half-sleepy step, Airin walked towards the front room.

There's actually a little bit of suspicion. Because Airin sure had locked the front gate earlier. Why did Rain knock on the door?

Or has he forgotten? I don't know.

Chequek.

"Why, Mas—"

Airin hung his words. Glued in place with a full-fledged face look, upon seeing the black figure that was turning its back. From his posture, Airin was sure that he was not Rain.

"W-who areyou? How can—"

"Hi, Airin. How are you?"