Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 8
by R. S.Hill started learning Chinese. This damn Chinese was like a book from heaven, making him dizzy from the moment he saw it.
”God… what is all this stuff…” Hill read along for a while before impatiently opening the translator. He saw that it was actually the name of a Chinese dish.
Hill then opened the daily conversation.
It was nothing more than greetings that Hill, an American, couldn’t understand: Have you eaten? Did you eat well? What did you eat? Then there was the conversation about shredded pork with garlic sauce.
Hill felt it was a waste of time and meaningless. Learning Chinese was of no use to him, except for understanding those lewd words when men touched his butt.
However, the thought of Asian thugs uttering those hoarse whispers to others made Hill’s heart ache as if it were being torn apart.
Oh… God… I should see a psychologist…
Why did I develop feelings for that rapist? Why did I learn his language to please him?
Hill was suddenly filled with self-loathing. He prided himself on being a psychologist, yet he couldn’t even solve his own emotional problems—how ridiculous!
While Hill was struggling with this dilemma, the man began cleaning the abandoned swimming pool in the backyard of Hill’s villa. The dried-up pool was filthy and repulsive, filled not only with decaying leaves but also Ella’s excrement.
The man, shirtless, began working, with Sophie occasionally helping him. The young African-American girl even chatted with him in Chinese, laughing and joking.
Hill emerged to find this scene before him, and his heart clenched. His previous self-consolation vanished, leaving only bitterness and resentment.
Of course, the gentlemanly Hill wouldn’t show it. He politely told Sophie to take care of little Ciri and not to slack off, or she’d lose her wages.
Sophie left with a grim expression.
Hill looked at the man again; he continued working silently, appearing like a diligent Asian. Hill stood there, speechless.
He couldn’t communicate with the man; the man didn’t speak English, and he didn’t speak that so-called ancient language.
Hill suddenly felt frustrated, muttering in a suppressed voice, “I don’t need you to do this.”
The man looked up, tossing the last large pile of fallen leaves onto it, his sweat-drenched, bronze face handsome and charming. “Want to come down and help?”
Hill, of course, couldn’t understand; he got a headache just hearing Chinese. “I don’t understand! You Asian…” But even though the man didn’t understand English, Hill couldn’t bring himself to scold him. He paused, then said dryly, “You’re not allowed to flirt with the nanny.”
Hill turned to go back to writing, but the man grabbed the edge of the pool and shoved him up, then grabbed Hill from behind, and with a startled scream from Hill, scooped him up and jumped back into the pool.
”Oh! What are you doing! You lunatic!”
The man put him down, threw him a rubber hose, and said, “Work with me.”
Hill naturally refused, so the man turned on the water, grabbed the hose, and sprayed him indiscriminately.
Hill screamed in fright, his designer shirt and trousers completely soaked, but the man continued spraying him, even targeting his sensitive areas like his buttocks and nipples.
Hill, unable to dodge in time, could only wade forward through the rushing water. When he finally grabbed the hose, he yelled angrily, “Let go! You insolent bastard! Oh… ugh…” only to be sprayed with water again.
The man laughed, threw away the hose, and grabbed the wet, sexy beauty, showering him with kisses. Hill was soaking wet, being forcibly kissed by a sweaty, smelly Asian thug. He should have been furious, should have kicked the thug in the groin, but he slowly stopped struggling.
His cold, wet body felt warm against the man’s strong, hot chest. The man brushed aside his wet blond hair and lightly kissed his smooth forehead. Hill shuddered, his face flushing visibly.
”You bastard…” Hill’s heart softened. The thug then hugged his waist and lightly kissed the tip of his nose.
Small freckles near Hill’s nose looked like chocolate shavings on sweet cream. The man, mesmerized, licked them with his tongue.
Hill groaned and twisted a few times, his penis suddenly becoming erect.
”Oh… damn it… why does just having my face licked make me hard… should I really see a psychologist…?”
“You little slut, you’re hard down there,” the man teased in a low voice, rubbing his large penis against his beautiful sweetheart’s genitals.
Hill blushed and struggled a few times, then suddenly remembered Sophie at home and hurriedly cried out in panic, “Oh no… let me go! Sophie’s home! She can’t see us!”
If Sophie saw him, that big-mouthed Filipino woman would tell the whole world.
”No… let me go!!”
The man, though unable to understand his language, understood his meaning. The man thought he was just being petulant again, stubbornly holding his slender waist, letting him twist and turn in his arms.
Hill was furious. This Asian rogue was always like this, disrespectful, trampling on his physical dignity, always forcing himself with sex and violence.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he punched the man.
The man’s face was turned to the side by the slap. Hill hadn’t expected to really hit him and froze, his flushed face turning pale.
The man said nothing, simply releasing him in silence. Hill took a few steps back, expecting this vengeful beast to attack him, perhaps even rape him in public. But nothing happened. The man, his face grim, continued cleaning the filthy pool with the hose.
Hill stood awkwardly in place, his wet body growing cold without the man’s embrace.
He sluggishly climbed out of the pool, thinking he didn’t say anything—what right did this man have to be angry?—but he still felt uneasy.
He went back, looking at the man’s cold profile, and hesitantly began, “You…you can’t do this…you can’t restrict my freedom…you can’t force me…America has human rights…”
His tone softened as he spoke. Seeing his lack of reaction, Hill felt a pang of bitterness; it was a strange feeling, as if his very soul was being held captive.
He hesitated for a moment, then jumped back into the pool. But because of his incorrect posture and the excessive height, he twisted his ankle upon landing, the pain instantly bringing tears to his eyes.
”Oh… God…” Hill tried to stand up, enduring the pain, but the man striding over grabbed his ankle.
The man took off his shoes, looked at his slightly swollen ankle, and said softly, “It’s just a sprain.”
Hill shook his head, crying, “Is it broken? Oh… no… I don’t want to go to the hospital, that damn hospital…”
The man twisted his foot, then suddenly pushed hard, causing Hill to scream in pain, his tears flowing even more freely.
“Oh…I knew it…you bastard…I hate you…” Hill cried, desperately trying to pull his foot back. The man silently released him, looked up, and asked, “Are you alright now, you little slut?”
Hill noticed his injured foot didn’t hurt anymore and looked at the man in surprise. The man chuckled and looked back at him, his dark eyes gleaming with a playful light.
Hill’s face flushed again. Oh…what a damn bastard!
But also a bastard who makes your heart flutter…
“I apologize for hitting you. As compensation…you…you can kiss me,” Hill said, his face red.
The man didn’t understand and turned back to his work.
Hill felt a little embarrassed and frustrated; this was the downside of not being able to communicate.
But when he tried to leave, the wicked Asian thug grabbed him from behind. The man’s penis pressed against Hill’s plump buttocks, and the man forcefully tore open Hill’s clothes, grabbing his erect nipples. Hill’s reddened earlobe was also bitten by the man, who erotically nibbled at it while whispering lewd words that Hill couldn’t understand.
”He probably wants to do it again…”
”No…not during the day…” the wet American sweetheart mumbled softly.
The man’s eyes softened as he listened to his soft, melodious foreign language. He pressed down on Hill’s damp blond hair and leaned in from behind to kiss his lips.
This time, Hill shyly closed his eyes, letting the man’s tongue enter his mouth and lick his soft mucous membranes.
“You’re so sweet,” the man panted, pulling him closer. Hill cooperated by sticking out his tongue, intertwining it with the man’s large tongue, their lips grinding together.
The man kissed him while caressing his pale chest; Hill’s nipples were already swollen, now being pinched round and flat by the man.
“Your nipples are so big, did they feed Ciri to grow up like that?” the man teased him again.
Hill didn’t understand, only making a few whimpering sounds, his beautiful blue eyes filled with confusion.
The man’s eyes darkened slightly; it seemed learning English was urgent.
However, neither of them noticed the nanny, Sophie, standing at the second-floor window, looking utterly shocked.
So Hill, right under the nanny’s nose, engaged in an ambiguous interaction with the Asian rogue. This feeling was both thrilling and sweet; on one hand, he feared being discovered by his daughter and the nanny, and on the other hand, he enjoyed the forbidden thrill of being exposed at any moment.
Hill loved this feeling; it also fueled his creativity.
Previously, he had only written the prologue to *Robert on Cheese*, but since the man arrived, he had successfully completed the first chapter, and the publisher was very satisfied, willing to fund his continued writing.
Hill was overjoyed upon receiving this news. He went home and kissed his daughter’s cheek, and his now fully recovered golden retriever wagged its tail excitedly.
Hill stroked the dog’s head, suddenly remembering the fierce and domineering Asian beast at home. His cheeks flushed, and he picked up his daughter, took the dog, and somewhat awkwardly walked towards the backyard.
Recently, the man had been cleaning the pool; the tiles on the pool walls were wiped clean, and azure water was being filled in.
Seeing this clear color, the man unconsciously thought of Hill’s eyes, equally clear and pure. He stared blankly for a moment, then turned around and saw his beautiful American sweetheart looking at him shyly.
The man smiled, his handsome face reflecting a bronze glow in the sunlight. He held out his hand and said softly, “Come here, Creamy((because of his white creamy skin)).”
Hill knew the man was calling him and reluctantly moved over, but when he saw the swimming pool, he exclaimed with delight, “Oh! The swimming pool! My darling, this is the swimming pool you’ve always wanted!”
”Daddy, I already knew,” little Ciri waved her hand like a little adult.
Hill put his daughter in her stroller and walked around the pool, the man’s gaze following him intently. When Hill looked up, he met the man’s smiling eyes.
Although they couldn’t speak the same language, their eyes and expressions conveyed much more.
Hill knew the man was happy. He remembered the first time he met him, the man was as gloomy as a lone wolf, but as time went by, this ruthless beast had become increasingly gentle.
Hill glanced at him a few times, cleared his throat, and said, “Well done, buddy.” Then his face turned red.
Hill’s skin was very fair, and a shy blush was very noticeable on his face.
The man walked over, his tall, strong body exuding a powerful masculine aura and a sense of oppression. Hill took a step back uncomfortably, his face turning even redder.
“Do you like it?” the man asked softly, standing in front of him.
Hill looked up, his sapphire blue eyes now filled with intense shyness.
”I…I don’t understand…”
The man laughed, stroking his soft cheek with his rough fingertips.
“You’re so cute…” he murmured in a low, husky voice, speaking ambiguous words of love. Although Hill didn’t understand, his ears involuntarily turned red. As if in a spiritual communication, he vaguely understood the man’s meaning.
This Asian thug…he definitely wants to fuck his ass again!
Just as he was about to retort, the man suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, then leaned forward, and to Hill’s astonishment, he pulled him into the azure swimming pool with him.
”Oh…no!!” His new shirt, his custom-made trousers, and his handsome black suit.
”You bastard… Ugh!” Before he could finish the sentence, he was submerged in the clear blue water. His eyes widened in the ripples as he stared at the resolute yet gentle handsome face before him.
The man gazed intently at him, then suddenly, his large hand around his waist began to unbuckle his belt. Hill froze, his beautiful blue eyes widening in the water.
The man pulled off his belt and abruptly ripped open his trousers.
No… this barbarian!!
In the rippling water, this erotic and domineering beast, like a predator toying with its prey, slowly stripped Hill of his clothes.
Hill was no match for him, especially since his clothes were billowing in the water. In no time, the poor American gentleman was stripped naked, left only with his short briefs.
In the water, Hill resembled a beautiful mermaid. He struggled to swim to shore, but the deep-sea beast grabbed his ankle and, as if teasing him, slowly pulled him back. Then, it embraced his fair body, pressed him back into its arms, and, just as Hill was about to suffocate, sealed his lips with its own, supplying him with healthy, masculine oxygen.
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