Well…I think I got used to this smell. I love it now.

WAKE YOUR DREAMS (R18)

Well…I think I got used to this smell. I love it now.

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Kiyoko walked across the pavement. The morning sun, hidden behind fluffy clouds, radiated its luminescence onto the tall buildings.

She was returning to the apartment from the night shift at the hospital.

The smell of sweet cakes wafted past her nose, quickly followed by the greasy touch of smoking bacon making her queasy in the early summer heat.

Kiyoko could not help herself. She entered the pastry shop and bought couple of freshly baked cupcakes.

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Kiyoko entered her apartment condo.

It was quiet and calm. The sun bathed the living room through the glass door of the balcony.

'Zehan must be sleeping!' Kiyoko thought; she hastily removed her shoes and hung her bag on the hanger by the door.

Kiyoko put the box of cupcakes on the kitchen table.

She quietly entered the bedroom but was surprised that no one was on the bed. The bed sheet was also tidy and unused.

She walked towards the study room which was attached to the bedroom. It was used by Zehan as his studio for painting.

"There he is…" Kiyoko mumbled.

Zehan was leaning on the couch and was fast asleep. Kiyoko walked closer towards him and as she stepped further inside the room her eyes struck at the huge canvas which took almost half of the space.

"Whoa…!" Kiyoko gasped with shock.

On the canvas, there was a woman in a lab coat leaning against a window pane.

It was Kiyoko.

"Umm…Kiyoko…!" Zehan nudged from his slumber. "You are back…"

Kiyoko blankly stared at the painting.

"Symbol of life… Both soft and strong…!" Zehan said and hugged Kiyoko and pulled her in his arms.

"Who is that lady? Your muse…" Kiyoko asked.

"You are that muse…Silly"

"Me…? How am I that pretty…?"

Zehan signed and then said," You will start with your training again just like how I told you to do when you were in your high-school. You have to repeat…'I am beautiful' three times every day…"

Kiyoko chuckled and playfully punched on Zehan's chest.

"A tiny bit is left. When it will be complete you will be amazed to see the completed painting then…"

"Looking forward to it…! Why are you drawing me, Sir?"

"I am taking part in an international art and craft competition. I always wanted to do something on my own and if I win in this competition then I can hope for that. To open my own gallery…"

Kiyoko pecked on Zehan's lips and said," Of course! My hubby will surely do that."

"Hubby…! That's my first time hearing that." Zehan snuggled closer towards Kiyoko and put a small bite upon her neck. He took a deep sniff near her neck.

"Hey…Don't do like that! I did not a take a shower yet!"

Zehan continued sniffing Kiyoko as he put small kisses all over Kiyoko's neck.

"Don't…" Kiyoko giggled. "Didn't you used to say that I stink when I used to come from work? What happened now?"

"Well…I think I got used to this smell. I love it now." Zehan said.

"Shameless…" Kiyoko took the paint brush from the table and put some paint on Zehan's face.

"Kiyoko…"

Kiyoko giggled as she continued painting shapes on Zehan's face.

Zehan smirked and carried Kiyoko and strode towards the bathroom. He gently let her sit on the stool while he busied himself to fill up the bathtub.

"Hey…Go on now!" Kiyoko whimpered.

"I also need a wash after what you have done with my face." Zehan said seriously.

Kiyoko chuckled.

Zehan turned his face to look at Kiyoko which made Kiyoko giggle.

"You look cute…" Kiyoko said.

Zehan hastily took Kiyoko in his arm and pinned her to the bathtub. He leaned closer to her.

Their clothes were all wet from the water which relentlessly fell from the faucet above the tub.

But Kiyoko burst into laughter. "Your face…"

Zehan raised his left eyebrow and glanced straight at Kiyoko.

"My husband is getting mad?" Kiyoko smirked. She touched Zehan's face to rub off the colors.

Zehan snuggled closer to Kiyoko's neck and put little kisses on her neck.

His hands hastily unbuttoned Kiyoko's dress which was already wet. He unfastened her stockings and slowly rolled them off. Her shirt was next and then her underpants.

Zehan threw open his already wet shirt.

Kiyoko touched Zehan's chest and her hands began to fall in excruciating slow designs. She rolled down Zehan's track pants exposing his hard prick. She took it in her hand.

"Hmm…" Zehan groaned. Zehan lunged forward towards Kiyoko and their lips met. Their tongues intertwined against each other.

Without warning, Zehan hastily pulled Kiyoko to his arms and sat her up on his lap.

"Zehan…"

Zehan adamantly kept holding Kiyoko in that awkward posture. He abruptly buried his mouth on Kiyoko's chest.

"Ugh…No" Kiyoko moaned as she felt the whirling sensation upon her peaks.

His tongue trailed down to her most sensitive place, teasing and leaving traces upon her bareness. Zehan tongue seemed to scrutinize her insides before it glide into her wetness.

"Ahh…" Kiyoko bit her lower lips trying to muffle her yelps. "No…"

Zehan chuckled and said," You look sexy!"

He moved towards the faucet and switched off the water supply.

Kiyoko pecked on Zehan's cheek.

Zehan's hand slide through Kiyoko's hair at the same moment as his lips connects fiercely with hers. He slides his body against her, and his kiss instantly became intense. It was deep and dominating. It was full of feeling and hope.

Zehan plunged two fingers inside her already wet insides. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue invaded each and every part of mouth.

Kiyoko flushed. She was literally riding his hand. She told herself to stop but she couldn't. She grasped Zehan's shoulders.

Her insides coiled tighter against his fingers, grasping them. It was so wet that she could hear the sloppy sounds every time his fingers plunged and drove inside her.

Zehan positioned his manhood against her opening and slowly yet in a domineering manner shoved it inside her until it reached her deepest part.

Kiyoko whimpered as she felt her insides tightening against his thing plunged within her. She felt weird as she felt the watery sensation around her.

Zehan groped her twin peaks and kept his mouth on her, lavishing her breasts with attention.

"Kiyoko…" Zehan moved more intensely as he gave a low groan.

"Let's go….b-bed. Not h-here."

Zehan pulled Kiyoko up as he stood up all while inside her. He strode towards the bedroom.

He pinned her to the bed and buried her with his weight.

"Z-Zehan…" Kiyoko yelped.

The bed creaked slightly due to their moments.

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END OF CHAPTER 35