THE THREE POINTS OF MAN'S WEAKNESSES

"Y-you! How did you get into my apartment?" Honey pointed at the man's face!

"Tsk tsk tsk. Don't divert my question. Let me repeat, is this what is called a woman who is never confident in front of a man?" Casanova glared at him.

Then the man rose from his seat. Light a cigarette and walk slowly towards the window.

"Womanizer! I did all of this because…"

"Money?"

The man looked away for a moment, then looked away quickly, and then threw the cigarette smoke out the window.

Honey was silent. He lowered his head and his hands clenched into fists.

Agghhh! I feel like telling them everything about her current condition, especially about her mother who is in a coma in the hospital. But it's free! Because Casanova must have known everything.

I understand very well your current condition, Honey," said the man. "Indeed, sometimes a woman doesn't have many choices in her life. He must be willing to sacrifice self-respect, for the sake of another honor."

Casanova turned around and began to walk slowly towards the woman who was bowing languidly. Casano v a touched her cheek gently, stroked her long hair, and stared intensely into the girl's innocent eyes.

"Do you know? Even a princess in a kingdom, from a young age, was deliberately cared for properly so that one day she could grow up to be a beautiful girl. However, when he grows up, he will only be sacrificed, forcibly married to a crown prince of another kingdom whom he has never known let alone loved! Hahaha, isn't that ironic? All of that was done to maintain the pride of his kingdom! So you're not alone. It's been a long time since it's happened to women, and especially now it's happened to you."

Honey lifted her face.

"Then what should I do, Casanova?" His eyes are glassy.

"Be Cinderella!" answered the man quickly. "She is a free woman who can choose her true love. Cinderella didn't care even though she had to be tortured by her two brothers. Nor does he care even if he has to receive a painful curse from his stepmother. Cinderella never gave up, and kept on fighting to get the love of a handsome prince."

Honey was still looking at him. With teary eyes.

"Should I leave that damn stocky man? Or should I kill him instead?"

Casanova smiled.

"I'll teach you how to beat a man, Honey," he whispered, right in Honey's ear.

The woman immediately shivered. Especially when Casanova suddenly touched his chest.

Like being blown into the air, Honey let out a loud sigh, lifting her head! He felt Casanova's hand begin to sink into his towel, and his thin lips floated on his neck.

"First lesson for you, Honey, get a guy excited about you. Because with that, a man will bend his knees before you!" said Casanova, still kissing the woman's white neck.

"Ugh..."

Honey sighed. His lust roared as he received an attack from Casanova's finger that touched the top of his chest.

The man didn't stop. His hands quickly dropped to be able to escape the ropes of the towel that the beautiful woman was wearing. A moment later, the towel fell on the floor, making Honey's body look perfect without wearing anything.

"Lesson two for you, Honey, touch the most sensitive parts of a man. Make him jump because his lust will rise uncontrollably. That part is here. And also here. And the last one in this section!"

Casanova's right-hand point to three main points.

Number one under the earlobe. Number two at the top of his chest. And the last number three is the intimate area under the stomach.

Honey was silent. He nodded and looked at her with innocent eyes.

"Would... it arouse male lust?"

"Of course. Even for women. Hmm, do you want to give it a try?"

The woman nodded. Biting his finger.

"Yes. Please Casanova, please teach me to do it," said the woman impatiently, wanting to be touched at the 3 points.

"Wala! What can you do if you insist?" Casanova got into action.

First, he pushed Honey's body so that she fell onto the bed, and started sweeping all over the smooth skin surface with her tongue!

Honey squirmed.

Great sigh.

Her cheeks flushed like the color of tomato ready to be harvested by a farmer.

The woman squirmed cupping her thighs every time Casanova fiddled with her tongue under her ears, or at the top of her chest, especially when the man's face began to slowly descend toward her slender stomach.

Ugh...

Shhh...

Honey couldn't take it anymore. His exasperated hands began to squeeze Casanova's back and even clawed at him.

Casanova's back was bleeding from that.

A moment later Casanova stopped. He got up and nodded slowly.

"Looks like I have to paralyze your hand," he said firmly. Then he slipped off the leather belt around his waist. He stretched out Honey's hands roughly and finally tied them tightly to the high part of the couch.

Perfect! Now the beautiful woman is helpless.

"Remember, Honey, my second lesson. You have to be smart to play this 3 point part. Are you ready?" Casanova looked at him deeply.

"Yes, please just do it, Casanova! Hurry up!" Honey didn't want to wait any longer.

And finally, Casanova started playing the girl's 3 parts. Making Honey's body convulse all over. And screams of pleasure can not be avoided anymore from the mouth of the beautiful woman.

Honey feels like being flown into the air! Casanova's game is driving him crazy!

bastard. barbaric. Asshole Casanova! And who knows what other dirty words that came out of the mouth of that beautiful woman.

He raved to himself. His hands twitched trying to untie the belt.

He could not lie anymore that this was the pinnacle of worldly pleasures, which he had never felt before. Casanova had made him infatuated. Until you don't feel the bed sheets are wet. Flooded by thick water that came out from below Honey's stomach.

"Then lastly, the third lesson for you, Honey," Casanova said as he stood up. The man straightened his clothes and combed his hair as if everything was finished just here.

"What? What's the third lesson, Casanova? Let's do it! Take off your clothes and get into my bed! You must be responsible for everything you have started with me! I'm already wet. And as a man, you should be responsible for finishing it!" Honey snapped angrily! He didn't like the sight of Casanova packing up.

Casanova turned and smiled.

"Third lesson, Honey. End the game when your prey is at the peak of lust. Leave him. Go quietly. Do that to your prey, because it will make your prey die of curiosity. And from then on your face will continue to be pictured, in his head."

Casanova left after saying his sentence.

Bruges!

The sound of the door closing.

Honey was silent in his daydream. With his hands still tied to the bed, and a bare body.

He didn't think he had been caught up in the Casanova game!

And from that moment on, Casanova's face kept playing in his head.

Oh, it looks like the poor girl has fallen in love!