[R18] Onii-sama, fuck me) – “Brother Fuck Me” Chapter 147 [English]

4. Facial Paralysis and Lonely Brother (17)

The man who was thrown to Bog’s feet had brilliant blond hair, a really delicate face, a thin figure, and fair skin. He didn’t care about the pain of being thrown in the face of being abandoned. He knelt in front of Bog and hugged one of his thighs, crying loudly, “Bog, Bog, don’t let me go. It’s all Brooke’s nonsense. Before, he always pestered me. Now he must be saying this to make you hate me so that he can get me again…”

This man is not stupid, he knows how to drag out Brooke to clear his name. The reason why he climbed into Borg’s bed is because he failed to seduce Ranso, and Brooke’s status is not high. Even though he has no strength, but his ability to judge people is excellent, he has already seen that Lanso is guarding Brooke, and Lanso doesn’t want him. If he follows Brooke, he will not be killed.

But now Borg was angry because he was humiliated by Brooke, and kicked him away. This kick was really real. Ike curled up on the ground for a long time and couldn’t get up. He probably broke two of his ribs.

Borg became more and more angry when he saw Lanso, who was eating indifferently, and was surprised that Eugene was looking at him with a look of disdain. His sarcastic smile almost made him lose his mind. He turned his head and raised his chin at the person behind him. The man behind him who had been gearing up for a long time stepped forward and grabbed Heyin and dragged him towards Borg.

Heyin’s small stature was like a kitten being grabbed by the back of the neck when being lifted by a big man. Heyin didn’t struggle, and the man lifted her in front of Borg.

Borg’s ferocious beast-like eyes stared at her tightly. The hair on Heyin’s body stood up, and the hand that reached into his pants pocket froze. The terrifying feeling of being locked tightly by danger made people shudder.

Then Borg smiled triumphantly and looked at several people with increasingly mocking eyes.

Upon seeing this, Eugene stood up, his muscles all tense, like a wolf ready to attack. Lansuo also put down his knife and fork, his eyes were as cold as ice, staring at the man’s hand holding Heyin indifferently, as if looking at a dead thing.

“Ah ah ah -” the man screamed sadly.

Under such circumstances, no one expected that the frail oriental doll was holding something like an iron rod that was intertwined with each other, and thrust it straight into the eyes of the man who was holding him. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of bloodthirsty and cruelty. There was no fear of killing at all, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth as if he was enjoying it.

The girl with a delicate face held the iron stick in her hand and stirred hard. In the quiet dining room, you could almost hear the sound of brains being stirred, and the tooth-stinging sound of the iron stick scraping the skull.

Everyone couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts when they looked at this girl who seemed to have walked out of the depths of hell.

Eugene held the well-fed Heyin and leaned against the bed. The man’s calloused hands carefully touched Heyin’s small white jade hands. The skin was as delicate and as soft as boneless, and every knuckle was so perfect. The hands were as well-maintained as Miss Qianjinjiao. Who would have thought that it was just such a hand that killed a man.

“It’s so soft, yet so powerful…” He whispered like a lover’s murmur. The man’s hot breath hit the girl’s small earlobes as he spoke, and the ambiguous bright red stained the white jade-like ears.

As if Heyin didn’t see the danger in Eugene’s eyes, he still gently rubbed Eugene’s cheek like an ignorant girl, with a look of embarrassment on his pale face, “Mr. Eugene, are you satisfied?”

Eugene’s eyes became darker and darker, and he touched the girl’s hands with his hands, kneading the soft and small breasts, and then to the tight and ecstatic flower grotto under his body. “Not only are your hands powerful, but your hole is also powerful. A man can die on you easily…”

Heyin looked like he was being soothed and showed a luxurious look of enjoyment. He moaned softly, and his big dark eyes were quickly covered with a layer of mist. He was beautiful and charming, like a charming banshee, “Do you like Mr. Eugene? Will Mr. Eugene die on me too?”

Eugene stopped talking, but a little hot fire ignited in the depths of his eyes as the girl’s words grew brighter and more dazzling. He turned over and pressed Heyin under his body, lowered his head to kiss her seductive lips, buried his hot and high-spiritedness into the girl’s body, ignored her screams of pain, and only penetrated the deepest part of her body.

The fiery flames of lust burned the air here, the strong scent of lust, and the moans that made people blush and heartbeat sounded without scruples.

Lan Suo’s usually unwavering eyes looked at the girl who was addicted to lust and obediently lying under Eugene, and his heart moved for some reason.