Chapter 118 New Threats

• The sun peeped through a window illuminating the room in its pearly glow. The whisper of a soft breeze is heard, dancing the bedroom curtains. Sumire woke up in the late morning around noon the next day with a lovely smile on her face. She looks hot with her messy hair scattered on the white bed. Her face shone as radiant as the sun.
• Mort was no longer by her side but Sumire didn't feel any fear in her chest. She knew he wouldn't leave her ever again. Sumire rolled on the other side of the bed, sniffing the scent Mort left on the pillows. She buried herself in the cottony white pillow as the erotic scene flashed in her mind. Sumire let out a squeal with reddened cheeks.
• Rose from the bed, the maiden stretches her body and feels fresh. She is neatly clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt, and the bed has been freshly changed with bedsheets. For some reason, the pain in her body disappeared, but Mort's love bites left a mark all over her body which made her blush.