[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 115 [English]

Chapter 111 Pursuit

“Who wanted you to come! You rapist! Scumbag!” After throwing away the fruit, I still couldn’t forgive my hatred, so I simply grabbed the silver fruit plate, rushed over, and slapped him on the arm: “You did that to me, and you still dare to show up in front of me?!”

He first let me take several shots without fighting back. Seeing that I showed no sign of stopping, he reached out and took the plate from my hand, threw it casually, and threw it on the sofa on the other side.

“Why don’t you dare?” He said with a playful smile and no shame: “Didn’t you feel very happy that day?”

Ahhhh!Sure enough, a dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory, this shameless rascal!

I was ashamed and angry, but I couldn’t beat him. I couldn’t relieve my hatred. In the midst of my anger, I suddenly gained wisdom and let out my voice and shouted: “Letty! Letty!”

“Hey.” Letty was right outside the door. When she heard me calling her, she immediately agreed and ran in.With a furious face on my face, I pointed at Goya and ordered Letty: “Beat him!”

“Hey!” Letty responded quickly after hearing this. What didn’t match her innocent voice was her sharp eyes and quick and sharp reaction.With a flash of silver arc, she had a bright short blade in her hand, and she rushed towards Goya without hesitation!

Everything happened too fast. Letty flew to Goya’s side like a swallow and stabbed He in the waist with a knife. In just a blink of an eye, her wrist was held by Goya, and she turned up as if she was about to stand upside down. Her skirt flew up and she used her posture to sweep her legs towards Goya’s head, but was blocked by the iron-like arms.At this time, her knife had fallen out of her hand, into the other hand that was not caught, and she stabbed Goya in the chest without mercy!

In the flash of lightning, the two of them had been snapping back and forth for several times. I was shocked, and finally reacted, shouting urgently: “No! Stop!”

After words and deeds, Letty stopped holding the knife and looked up at me in confusion.

“Idiot!” I was anxious and scolded her: “Who asked you to use the knife!”

“Without weapons, I definitely can’t beat him…” Letty felt a little aggrieved by my training and replied, “Now my hand is almost broken by he…”

I felt completely powerless for a moment and didn’t know what to do with these two living treasures. I had to hold my forehead and wave my hand to tell Letty to exit, so as not to cause any life-threatening incident with blood splattering three feet away.

Letty felt that she had not received any praise for her diligent work, so she went out with a sad face.After such a fuss, I was so angry that I was scared away. I couldn’t stand up and sat on the sofa on one side.Compared with my pale face, Goya didn’t look like he had just met someone. He looked at Letty walking out with droopy eyebrows and a cheerful smile.

“You little bastard, you dare to draw a knife at me now. I don’t even think about the three punches and two kicks that she grew under my eyes. Do I still know?” He laughed and cursed, and shamelessly sat next to me: “However, after following you, this guy has really changed a lot. He looks much more energetic than before.”

Seeing that I was ignoring him with a cold face, he came over, reached out with his big paws, grabbed my hand and held it: “What’s wrong? Haven’t you already been beaten, and you’re still angry? Then, how many more hits?”

My little hand fell into he’s clutches, and my face turned red again. I tried to pull it back, but how could it match his strength?He is so close to me now, with his body pressed against my shoulder. He deliberately lowered his voice and smiled ambiguously above my head: “Why are you angry? Is it really because I want you? I didn’t do anything when you were a child, so why are you suddenly angry now?”

He’s voice is low and hoarse, only the two of us can hear it, and the tone is so sexy.My face suddenly became hot, my body became half limp, and I retorted in a panic: “You…you’re talking nonsense…”

My voice was originally soft, but when I lost my confidence, it became even more delicate and sultry. He became more serious, and my tall body leaned down further: “Are you still… angry that I haven’t come to you these days? Don’t worry, I didn’t provoke other women…”

I was so embarrassed that I became angry. I raised my eyes and glared at him.Unexpectedly, he lowered his body now, almost covering me, and his face was so close to mine. I was startled, but he took the opportunity to lower his head and took a peck on my pink lips.

“Okay, I’ve eaten all the food. Isn’t the anger just white?” He straightened up without giving me a chance to react after he succeeded, and stood up with a relaxed smile on his face: “Take me around your place?”

With that said, he strode out, leaving me behind with my face flushed, covering my mouth, feeling neither angry nor ashamed…

This guy is really very thick-skinned. He is not only rude to me on my territory, but also a bit anti-customer.They say they let me take him around, but in fact he strode in front and took the lead, while I trotted behind. Unknowingly, the rhythm was in his hands.Slowly I realized something was wrong. He seemed to be very familiar with this manor and didn’t need me to lead him.I asked him and found out that his mother was once a maid in the manor, and he spent his childhood here.When he was eight years old, he was sent to be a knight’s attendant. After leaving here, more than a year later, there was a fire in the manor, and his mother was killed in the flames.

After hearing this, I felt a rare pity for him in my heart, and I was trying to think of something to say to comfort him, when I saw him pointing to the small garden where I often went to spend time and said that it used to be a barn and a dung pile, and it smelled so bad that he had avoided it when he was a child.

…

How could I pity such a person!How redundant!

Goya stayed up until evening and had a late dinner.During the meal, I was always worried, wondering what his intentions were and whether he wanted to stay the night.What didn’t match my anxiety was that he had a hearty meal, got up after the meal, said a few very nice polite words, and left!

I had been led by him all day, and I followed the hospitality rules blankly and sent him to the door.When he went out, he suddenly thought of something, turned around, smiled at me and said, “I almost forgot what I came for. Tomorrow is the market day in the town. Do you want to go and play?”

The market in town!

My eyes lit up immediately!Not far from the hunting ground is a large town. I have been very curious about it for a long time. However, due to the special nature of my status, I have never been able to stay away from the palace. Even if I live in a manor now, it is difficult to travel far.Hearing his words, I jumped up and grabbed his sleeve like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

“I want to go! I want to go!” I said anxiously: “Can you take me there?”

He smiled heartily and rubbed my head with his hand.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, don’t sleep in, and prepare my breakfast.”

After saying that, he walked down the steps, mounted his horse and left.

I watched he’s back and stood there happily for a long time. It wasn’t until he could no longer be seen that I slowly came back to my senses.

This afternoon has been really weird!What on earth is going on between Goya and me now?Ordinarily, we are supposed to be in a relationship of adulterers and adulterers. How come he dares to be so blatant and openly declare that he wants to take me out tomorrow?The way we get along now, a couple doesn’t look like a couple, and friends don’t look like friends… Why does my rhythm get disrupted as soon as I touch “he”?!

Also, what on earth is tomorrow?Could it be…a date?!