(That doctor)

  In the room, which was like a condo, there was a beautiful ceiling and a large bed in the middle with curtains covering the windows on either side. Piseth was lying on his bed, thinking about the events that had happened during the day. He remembered the girl who was stubborn, ate a lot, and asked a lot of questions. However, the man was not very happy to be scolded by the young doctor because he took the patient out to eat without thinking. But it was also true that she fainted like that. The man picked up his phone and checked Pisal's profile to see if he had seen any information related to that doctor, because the two of them worked together. He scrolled and saw many pictures of Pisal and other doctors together, and there were tags for other people in the pictures, including that handsome doctor. Piseth was a person who didn't know how to ask for help from others, especially when it came to knowing about people like this. He checked the tags one by one until he checked the profile of the beautiful doctor. "Wang Jackson" Piseth reads and checks what people post, and then he also looks at the personal information of the social media owner.

  "45 years?!!" The man exclaimed in surprise when he saw the real age of the young doctor. He couldn't believe it and checked his photos to confirm that the information they used was not fake. He quickly saw a birthday cake that Jackson posted, which was said to be his 45th birthday. The man couldn't help but criticize the man, who was over forty years old: "Did he get a cosmetic procedure to be so young? Or is it because he's a doctor and takes anti-aging pills to be so young?! It's really unfair!" The man muttered to himself and hung up the phone. His jealousy was starting to show, making him unable to bear to see a man of his age who was still handsome. He looked ahead and thought aloud to himself: "As a doctor, you know so many beauty treatments, right? So those who aren't doctors will have ugly faces, aging with age, huh?! It's unfair to other people! And maybe I'm one of them." The man sighed and put the phone back on the hook. But didn't he think that he also made many women very nervous when he walked past them? It's not that no one loved him! On the contrary, because of his arrogance and stubbornness, no one dared to come close to him, because they were afraid of both his power and his character. The man slept with his thoughts until he fell asleep without knowing when. He fell asleep in a long dream...

  (Dream)

  When he opened his eyes, his hands were chained to the headboard. His hands, which were full of strength, were now powerless against the chains. He saw a blurry figure standing in front of the bed, at the tip of his feet. The person had waist-length hair, and it was definitely a woman. But the man's eyes couldn't see clearly because the room was filled with darkness, and only the red light was shining from behind her. The big man closed his eyes and a groaning sound came from the man's throat, "Um... Huh...". His breath was drawn out, unable to bear the pain. His entire body was burning, filled with fire burning from the bottom of his beautiful body. His ankles were tied to elastic bands attached to a metal pipe that could be bent in both directions. Suddenly, a pair of slender hands pulled the device apart, causing the man's long, strong legs to be spread apart. The man's heart was beating at 130 times per minute. Even though he was a handsome man, he had never tortured anyone like this as a sex slave. And if he was to be treated like this again, it would be even more unimaginable. A voice called out, "How is it? Do you like it like this?" The mysterious woman appeared, but the man didn't recognize her, only felt a resemblance.She was wearing a red dress. Her hands were small, like an evening gown. Her lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes were large, with long, thick eyelashes and arched black eyebrows, and her dark eyes were staring at her world.

  Her slender figure crawled over the man's body as if his body was her exclusive property. Hands touched Piseth's cheek and moved it down to his neck. But the slender hand was so strong that it choked the man's neck, making the man almost unable to breathe. This was punishment. A harsh voice spoke into the man's right ear: "Do you like me to do this?" Her breath touched the man's earlobe, making the big man shiver all over his body. Her lips moved to kiss the man's earlobe. She took her tongue and slowly reached his earlobe and continued to move it down his neck, making the man blush from head to toe. But Piseth, who was in the dream, turned away, disgusted by the woman's touch. What man wouldn't want such a scene? But why did the man in this dream hate this woman so much? He bit his lip tightly, not making a sound to show that he was not happy with what was happening. But doing so only made the woman more angry. The same voice came out in anger: "Do you still think you are a noble person? Hehe, let's see how long you can hold out?" The woman's right hand squeezed the man's neck harder. The noble man tried to breathe until his face turned purple from lack of oxygen. Seeing that, the woman pulled her hand away, and Piseth tried to gasp for air, but he still didn't look at the woman's face and turned away in disgust. He didn't even look at her face, only when she forced him to pull his neck to look at her did his eyes meet hers.Why does Piseth hate the woman in this dream so much?

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  The woman tore the man's shirt apart. She tore off all the shirts, revealing only the man's firm, honey-colored chest. The mysterious woman lowered herself down. She stuck out her tongue and licked the man's nipples, and her other hand played with the man's breasts like a baby playing with its mother's. Occasionally, she sucked his breasts. The woman's appearance was cruel, but every time he came to her, she felt that she was always like a child who wanted the man's attention. As for the man, he tried hard not to make a sound, but he couldn't help but moan and groan from time to time. The man's body was perfect, his smooth, soft skin made her addicted to caressing and caressing, whether it was his face, chest, arms, legs, or anywhere else. Every time she touched him, a smile appeared on her face. The woman kissed the man's chest and then moved up to his neck and face. Her kisses were like knives carving the shape of red, bruised bites everywhere. The woman's lips kissed the man's cheek and chin, the red lipstick stains and the blood marks she had bitten while kissing him. Her soft fingers reached for the man's neck to turn him to look at her, and a smile appeared on her lips, along with the words: "What can I do? I can't get enough of you! And as long as you are mine, don't expect anyone to touch you!" With that, the woman lifted Piseth's face and kissed and sucked his mouth nonstop, as if his lips were her delicious food. Kissing mixed with biting, sucking, and licking, it can be said that this was a bitter relationship, mixed with love, hate, revenge, and lust. As for Piseth, he was completely defeated. Even though he was stubborn and stubborn with the woman, his body was like a slave waiting to serve her needs and give her everything she wanted. The woman's soft hands, after caressing and caressing the muscular upper body, slowly moved down to the point where Piseth had to moan... "Ahhhh!..." The woman looked at the man with pleasure and joy and looked at the man's face, who was struggling and his own desire was spreading because his weapon was being massaged up and down, making it hard until the semen came out. His eyes looked at her, lost in thought, his mind was empty, only pain and physical comfort were occurring in his thoughts. He had been tortured so much that outsiders never dreamed of it. The sound of moaning echoed throughout the room, from beginning to end.

  When the man woke up, he looked around for the woman on the bed with his eyes closed, maybe he thought it was real. Piseth opened his eyes and looked around to find the woman, but he also realized that what happened last night was just a dream. The man quickly pulled off the blanket and looked at his body. He was still wearing the same white nightgown, not naked like in the dream. It was really strange! The man thought about the events that happened in the dream over and over again, still feeling embarrassed. He pulled out a pillow to hug and smiled to himself. He didn't know whether to be surprised, sad or excited, but he had never had such a strange dream. It was the first time. Piseth muttered to himself: "Why did I have such a strange dream? Or was it because I watched too many movies?..."