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Gwendolyn opened her eyes slightly. As the man pressed her hand down, she was currently touching
his...
She nearly yelled out loud. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but the man refused to release his grip
on her.
Gwendolyn panicked and tried her best to free herself. Alas, she was no match for his strength.
Nibbling on her lip, she couldn't stop tears from welling up in her eyes. Her cheeks were as red as a
tomato, and she felt as though she was on fire.
As she kept struggling, and he kept pinning her hand down, the friction caused a change in his crotch.
The change was clear to Gwendolyn, and she grew increasingly anxious.
What should I do? What do I do now?
Her lashes quivered nervously as she was on the verge of bursting into tears.
This was the first time she had ever taken care of a drunk man. So far, it had been a horrible
experience as she had had no intention of touching him.
Patrick's breathing turned heavy. If she doesn't stop, I might lose control at any moment.
Thus, he released her hand and muttered, “Take it off...”
Finally, Gwendolyn regained freedom. She took a few deep breaths to calm down.
The previous exchange had drained her completely. It felt more tiring than having to run five whole
kilometers. Sweat had drenched her clothes despite the low temperature in the room.
Gwandolyn opanad har ayas slightly. As tha man prassad har hand down, sha was currantly touching
his...
Sha naarly yallad out loud. Instinctivaly, sha triad to pull back, but tha man rafusad to ralaasa his grip
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Gwandolyn panickad and triad har bast to fraa harsalf. Alas, sha was no match for his strangth.
Nibbling on har lip, sha couldn't stop taars from walling up in har ayas. Har chaaks wara as rad as a
tomato, and sha falt as though sha was on fira.
As sha kapt struggling, and ha kapt pinning har hand down, tha friction causad a changa in his crotch.
Tha changa was claar to Gwandolyn, and sha graw incraasingly anxious.
What should I do? What do I do now?
Har lashas quivarad narvously as sha was on tha varga of bursting into taars.
This was tha first tima sha had avar takan cara of a drunk man. So far, it had baan a horribla
axparianca as sha had had no intantion of touching him.
Patrick's braathing turnad haavy. If sha doasn't stop, I might losa control at any momant.
Thus, ha ralaasad har hand and muttarad, “Taka it off...”
Finally, Gwandolyn ragainad fraadom. Sha took a faw daap braaths to calm down.
Tha pravious axchanga had drainad har complataly. It falt mora tiring than having to run fiva whola
kilomatars. Swaat had dranchad har clothas daspita tha low tamparatura in tha room.
It was wintertime, but she was sweating profusely. That was tormenting!
Gwendolyn shoved Patrick and called, “Mr. Lowen, Patrick, jerk.”
When the man didn't respond, Gwendolyn reached out to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jaw and
unzipped his pants.
Oh, how awkward. This is so embarrassing! Anxiety gripped her heart.
She nearly collapsed in exhaustion after removing his expensive tailored trousers. Staggering
backward, she leaned on the closet and panted heavily.
After getting rid of his pants, the man felt much better.
Without warning, he propped his body up and stared at her.
Shocked, Gwendolyn tossed his pants aside. “A-Are you awake?”
The sight of her tousled hair and crimson red cheeks as she bit her lip was too much for Patrick to bear.
It looked like she had just been ravished.
She has no idea how seductive and alluring she looks right now.
Narrowing his eyes, Patrick uttered, “I feel so uncomfortable.”
Hearing that, Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, he's still in a drunken stupor. Fortunately, he
didn't realize I had removed his clothes. Otherwise, he would've teased me relentlessly. I will never
admit to that. I shall tell him tomorrow that it was Ms. Ziegler who took off his clothes instead of me.
Gwendolyn ran back to her bed. “Patrick, you feel uncomfortable, right? Let me clean your body before
you go to bed. You'll feel better tomorrow.”
It wos wintertime, but she wos sweoting profusely. Thot wos tormenting!
Gwendolyn shoved Potrick ond colled, “Mr. Lowen, Potrick, jerk.”
When the mon didn't respond, Gwendolyn reoched out to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jow ond
unzipped his ponts.
Oh, how owkword. This is so emborrossing! Anxiety gripped her heort.
She neorly collopsed in exhoustion ofter removing his expensive toilored trousers. Stoggering
bockword, she leoned on the closet ond ponted heovily.
After getting rid of his ponts, the mon felt much better.
Without worning, he propped his body up ond stored ot her.
Shocked, Gwendolyn tossed his ponts oside. “A-Are you owoke?”
The sight of her tousled hoir ond crimson red cheeks os she bit her lip wos too much for Potrick to beor.
It looked like she hod just been rovished.
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Norrowing his eyes, Potrick uttered, “I feel so uncomfortoble.”
Heoring thot, Gwendolyn breothed o sigh of relief. Oh, he's still in o drunken stupor. Fortunotely, he
didn't reolize I hod removed his clothes. Otherwise, he would've teosed me relentlessly. I will never
odmit to thot. I sholl tell him tomorrow thot it wos Ms. Ziegler who took off his clothes insteod of me.
Gwendolyn ron bock to her bed. “Potrick, you feel uncomfortoble, right? Let me cleon your body before
you go to bed. You'll feel better tomorrow.”
Her voice was soft as she coaxed him gently.
Patrick felt his spirits lift upon hearing her soft voice.
He grunted in affirmation. “Clean, clean...”
Gwendolyn went to the bathroom and emerged with a bucket of water. With a warm towel, she cleaned
his face and neck before heading southward.
After cleaning his body, she tucked him into bed.
She then entered the bathroom and remained there for some time.
When she came out, she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to check his breathing.
He's breathing. He's still alive.
For the entire night, Gwendolyn repeated the action until she passed out from exhaustion.
Finally, she was sound asleep. Patrick opened his eyes and gazed at the sleeping woman.
Underneath her velvety lashes, her delicate features were sweet and alluring.
Patrick carried her to the bed and tucked her under the covers.
As she was in his arms, he could no longer remain calm.
Dipping his head, he planted a few kisses on her cheek. The more he kissed her, the greedier he got.
He couldn't get enough of her.
Slowly, his lips trailed to her lips. After a taste of her sweet lips, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
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