Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 3

The room was thick, the air seemed to be compressed in the corner next to the small door. The gulping sound was Caleb Zhou's swallowing. In extreme shock, his fair cheeks were like steamed white flour, with water drops oozing out from them, one by one. The gun was extremely cold, but it felt warm when it landed on the hot skin.

In a trance, he felt his heart banging against the door through his chest, as if it was turning into mud, and he could hardly breathe. With a hoarse voice, he begged for mercy incoherently. The muzzle of the gun was raised from his robe, the gloves rubbed his waist, and suddenly applied force on his lower abdomen, pushing him back.

So his B*tt0cks were raised, extremely ugly. His belt was torn off, completely exposing his breasts and slightly muscular abdomen. However, this amount of meat was like a joke in the eyes of the military master. The muzzle of the gun moved upward obscenely, pressing against the rapidly expanding nipple, like a germinating seed, breaking through the small mound of soil. His little meat ball bulged and bore fruit on the soil of the areola.

The hard iron scratched his breasts. Caleb Zhou held the door with his fingers, leaving several oval sticky marks on the wood. He spoke with difficulty: "Master Yong... You see, I haven't taken a shower yet, and I'm sweating all over. Even if you come now, I'll defile you."

Ethan Yong was still holding him down, and the gun was removed from his chest. Before Caleb Zhou could breathe a sigh of relief, Ethan Yong pulled the collar of his shirt down slowly with two fingers. Every inch of Caleb Zhou's skin was trembling, and his clothes were piled up in his arms, unable to come down. His body was stiff, with only half of his back exposed.

Under the curly black hair, the neck was slightly bent in a gentle manner. Ethan Yong squinted his eyes behind her and hummed in an ambiguous way. He looked very satisfied, but it was unknown what he was satisfied with. The left breast that had been played with by the muzzle of the gun was pinched by the fingers of someone else's hand that passed through the right armpit. The fabric of the gloves was too rough, and the delicate tender part was hurt.

He did not dare to resist, but humbly allowed himself to be pulled, pressed flat, and then pulled out. There was a row of cold iron buttons on his back, probably cufflinks on a military uniform, with rough patterns. It seemed to want to embed into his bones, getting closer and closer. Caleb Zhou felt that he could no longer sit there and wait for death.

He didn't want to walk on the dry road, so there was no reason for him to be walked on. He thought carefully and had never heard of Ethan Yong's love for men, so he had to take a chance and make Ethan Yong lose interest. So he screamed stiffly, it was an extremely unpleasant groan, like a duck's voice hanging very high, unable to go up or down, humming and groaning, corrupting nature.

So he was gagged with a gun, and Caleb Zhou immediately silenced himself and never spoke again. The two officers standing outside the door only heard the sound disappear for a short time before the door began to shake rhythmically. They looked at each other, and in the end no one spoke, but just looked ahead, quietly waiting for their major general to finish.

It must have been quite a while, the door was opened from the inside. Major General Yong took off his coat, and walked out wearing only a snow-white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned. His face was normal, with only a slight blush. Seeing the man walking forward, the two followed closely.

Caleb Zhou, who had escaped the disaster in the room, sat on the floor in a daze for a long time. Then he pulled the stockings and suspenders off his body as if he had touched something dirty. As he tore them vigorously, the remaining semen splashed on the dark carpet. The two extremely thin women's things were crumpled into a ball and thrown away next to the pair of gloves that were also abandoned.

Ethan Yong took it off after they were done, and let him hold the finger gloves in his mouth and slowly pull them off. He saw Ethan Yong's hands, the finger bones and finger caps, as precious as porcelain, with a faint glow. After the gloves were removed, Ethan Yong took out a handkerchief from his collar, put it on the handle and twisted it open. Perhaps because of his mysophobia, he had his back to him when the love affair began, and Ethan Yong indulged himself in the cool and smooth silk robe between his legs.

The pair of gloves was carelessly thrown down in front of him. They landed on his legs. Caleb Zhou took off his clothes as well. He felt that those things were too dirty and disgusting. He got naked and crawled into the quilt to avoid the smell that Ethan Yong left on him. But it was useless, just like the semen shot on the base of his legs, blending into his skin.

Everywhere, everywhere was filled with the smell of Ethan Yong. Caleb Zhou closed his eyes tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It was not too late, and the streets were bustling with people. When Ethan Yong got into the car, Adjutant Chen took out a new pair of gloves from the spare compartment and gave them to Ethan Yong. The cigar was neatly cut and handed to Ethan Yong. He smoked the cigar leisurely on the black leather seat, and at this time he did not look like a major general.

The adjutant in the front seat whispered to him whether he needed to deal with Mr. Zhou. Ethan Yong bit his cigar and screwed the buttons back one by one. Adjutant Chen waited for a while before listening to the voice slightly hoarse by the cigarette: "No, keep him for a while. Just keep an eye on the Zhou family."

The pitch-black car drove straight forward, passing through the long street, passing by the half-Chinese and half-Western buildings, the noisy crowds, the crowded trams, and also went away from the sleeping Caleb Zhou.

The sleeping person was awakened by the sound of the door opening. Grandma knocked on the door, but the tightly closed master bedroom did not give her any response, so she naturally thought that the master was not in. When she pushed the door open, she found that both the main and small lights in the room were on, and there was a big bulge on the bed, like a child, and the master poked out a pair of panicked eyes from under the quilt.

As my mother picked up the clothes on the floor, she heard her husband shouting from the bed: "Throw them out, throw them out...Oh no, burn them!" Those things were made of very good materials. Although my mother felt it was a pity, she still picked them up and prepared to throw them out when she went out. She asked her husband: "Do you want to clean the room?"

The gentleman retracted his eyes into the crimson quilt. The quilt blocked his head, and when it was pulled up high, his feet were exposed. Just like a girl showing her fear, he retracted his eyes in an instant. The gentleman told her to put in a tub of hot water, and then she could go back. Grandma looked at the messy table corner and the dried nail polish on the floor, frowned, shook her head, and walked out.

It was a few days later that Mr. Zhou started to socialize. Miss Wen called him Zhou affectionately on the phone, saying that she had two movie tickets and wanted to watch a movie with him, and then go dancing after the movie. So Mr. Zhou, the gentleman, hung the chain of his pocket watch on his suit, a plaid handkerchief, and a hat until he was fashionable enough.

Before he drove to pick up Miss Wen, he had some dim sum and porridge at the restaurant. Miss Wen liked French food, but Caleb Zhou had a hard time appreciating it. He loved Chinese food, which had just the right taste and portion.

When Miss Wen came downstairs, Caleb Zhou burped lightly. He drank a sip of soda and opened the window again. He told Miss Wen that it was a different kind of city at night to go for a walk with the window open. In fact, he was just worried that if he closed the window tightly, the smell of the snacks would affect his dignity.

The day's date will end after dancing. Caleb Zhou never brings anyone home. He loves to enjoy women in their houses. Miss Wen taps her thick red heels to the music, and he holds her and spins in the center of the bar. A sweet, delicious, soft woman. A hard, cold, strong man.

I don't know if it was because the alcohol I drank evaporated in my stomach, but the two residual feelings on his body kept alternating. A woman's waist, rough gloves. Fluffy long hair, iron buttons of military uniform. Bright red lips, slightly cool semen.

In the intense music, he held Miss Wen's hand and watched her skirt swirl out a full arc, swinging back and forth, like the curtains fluttering in the window that day. The woman, with her hot and vigorous body, laughed like a trembling bird and crashed into his arms. Her soft breasts pressed against him, and her fingers also wrapped around Caleb Zhou's neck.

She tilted her head and raised her feet. She wanted to K!ss him, in this music. She felt like a movie that had just begun, directing the gorgeous curtain, and Zhou was the handsome and satisfying male protagonist. The handsome male protagonist was sweating, his cheeks were red, his long eyebrows were frowned, and he looked a little embarrassed. He was aroused by desire, but he didn't know who left the fire.