[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 126 [English]

Chapter 122 Uncle Wang is drunk!

The weather is getting colder day by day, and Goya and I are getting closer to home.Ever since I learned the big news that Uther was going to get married, my mood has been as depressed as winter, some not talkative, some depressed.But when we knew that our trip was over and we were going home, I started to feel depressed and not very talkative.So how much influence Uther has on me… I really don’t know yet.

In the past few days, Goya is also different from usual. Usually he is always full of joking. He likes to tease me the most, watch me blow my hair, then rub my head with laughter, and coax me back with sweet words.But these days, he has become extremely serious, no longer bullies me, and is very gentle and considerate to me.If it were before, I might laugh to death.But now, I can’t think of that. I am thinking about getting closer and closer to home. What should I do? What will happen when I go back? How should I face the new situation.

Think about it, he said it would be better to tell me now than to know after I go back. I should really thank him.The timing of he was very accurate. It did not affect my mood for the previous play and gave me time to buffer and sort out my mood before going back.This guy always has a rough appearance and a cynical demeanor, which makes me forget his actual shrewdness and carefulness.

Also, we haven’t done anything in the past few days.

First there was my period.Then my menstrual period was over, and I still looked so absent-minded, which probably made him very off-putting, and he didn’t do anything to me.As for me, menstruation and before and after are the time to get rid of the effects of love medicine. I don’t have many needs, so I concentrate on random thoughts and have no intention of hooking up with him.

At first we slept in the same bed.Within two days, when I checked in again, it was changed to two rooms.I don’t have any objections. I don’t pay for the rent anyway.And how can he, a stallion, endure loneliness at night? I can’t do it with him. At least I have to wink and step aside so that he can find someone else to relieve him.

Winter days are short and the sun sets early.Anyway, our trip was not in a hurry. We walked slowly during the day and checked into a hotel in the evening.I will drink some wine with him after dinner, sit down soon, and then go back to the room by myself when I feel tired.And what he did the next night, I don’t know, and I don’t want to ask.

During the trip, since he couldn’t amuse me, his communication with me naturally decreased a lot.We are no longer in the same high spirits as before, teasing each other all the way.He just took good care of me and didn’t let me get cold, hungry or tired.My basic needs were met, so I naturally focused on a mess of thoughts, thinking about Uther, myself, various memories of the past, and my unknown future.

On this day, we arrived at a small town before evening and stayed at the most luxurious hotel in the city.After all, the conditions in cities are different from those in villages and towns. The hotels are very spacious, gorgeously furnished, and have some local characteristics, which are fresh and interesting.But I was still distracted, turning a blind eye to my surroundings.When the shopkeeper asked how many rooms I wanted, I casually said, two.

Goya went to arrange the horses and came in a step later than me, just in time to hear my reply.He glanced at me and said nothing, but his eyes became dark.I was completely unaware of this and was just minding my own business.

In the evening, he still took me to find various local delicacies, and I also finished the dinner with great taste and drank with him.The city’s fruit wine is very famous, and it is stronger than other wines. After drinking two glasses, I felt so dizzy that I couldn’t sit still, so I told Goya that I had to go back to the hotel first.

Goya put down the cup and stood up to give it to me.But I stopped him.The tavern and hotel are on the same street, and the security in the city is very good, so there won’t be any danger.Moreover, I had already seen that several young women in the tavern were flirting with Goya, and some even boldly kissed him when he went to get a drink.Compared with village women, city women were obviously more refined and beautiful, and Goya couldn’t help but take a few more glances.After all, I am not his wife, so I have no right to keep him naked.Be a good person and make him perfect. Forget it.

In these days, if I can sort out a clue from the chaos in my heart, then the only thought is that I am not a chaste person, so there is no need to cry and cry because of their infidelity.I can set fire, and they can also light lamps. Everyone can enjoy themselves in time, isn’t everyone happy?

So I readily rejected his escort and paid no attention to his gloomy face after being rejected.I went back to the hotel by myself, took a famous local milk and dried flower bath, and went to bed.

The night was not yet deep, so I couldn’t sleep even while lying down, staring at the roof in a daze.At this time, there were chaotic footsteps and laughter in the corridor, and the voices of men and women were mixed together. It seemed that Goya was back, and he was not alone.

Goya’s room was next to mine, and the sound came through the not-so-thick wooden walls.I heard the door open and close, and a woman’s vague coquettish words – it seemed there was more than one woman.Then the laughter gradually changed its flavor and became lower.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. It was probably about to start over there. Occasionally I heard a cry or a gasp, or muffled whispers, floating in the silent night from time to time, scratching my heart.I didn’t feel like I was twisting my legs, I just felt the coolness rising inside, my pussy started to twitch, and the wetness overflowed.

I smiled bitterly in my heart. It had been a few days since my menstrual period. As expected, the love medicine cheered me up and started to take over my body.

During these days, I was nourished by Goya and felt comfortable. It had been a long time since I had experienced the power of the sex drug, but now I could only feel the coolness in my cave, causing my delicate body to rise and fall and my legs to twist.There was nothing around me, and I had no way to satisfy my craving. I could only stretch out my little jade-white hand to comfort him, and my fingers were immediately covered with spring water.

I was having a hard time here, and suddenly I felt something was wrong with the sound next door, and I couldn’t hear the woman’s laughter anymore. Then I heard the door being slammed hard, and the footsteps in the corridor were chaotic for a while, and then it became quiet again.

how?Goya went out again?Did you find me eavesdropping next door?

I felt a little guilty, and by being so distracted, I was able to break away from the influence of the love potion.I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I simply got up, walked to the window and looked outside, trying to distract myself. As a result, I saw two disheveled women downstairs, angrily walking out of the hotel and walking away along the street.

Wait a minute, shes, could it be…

If they are true, then, is Goya still in the room?Didn’t you leave with them?

I stood in front of the window wondering, and at this moment, I heard the door of the next door open, and rapid footsteps coming towards me.As soon as I turned my eyes to the door, the door was slammed hard, which shocked me.Before I could scream, there was a stronger knock on the door. The poor door panel lost its defense and opened wide. Goya’s strong body blocked the door. He carried a wine bottle and walked into the room with his long legs. His eyes scanned the room and focused on me.

Locked in his gaze, a shiver ran through my body. The tremors ran from my feet along my limbs and trunk to the top of my head. No, it wasn’t fear. Even though he barged in so rudely, I had no fear at all. Instead, I felt a strange excitement. I felt all the hairs on my body stand up with excitement.I stood still while he raised his head and took a sip of wine, then threw the bottle away, strode towards me, grabbed me and threw me on the bed.