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Another story?

However, after hearing what I said, the woman showed an expression as if she didn't want to buy it, "You mean that you'll finish the rest of your story here?" I didn't seem to be able to calm down. I've said so many things, does she still think that these things aren't enough?

"Yeah, I've told you so much already, can't you still explain it in so much detail?" "No, it can't be. It's just a woman, what does it represent? It's just an occasional person you meet. Is there anything more exciting than hers?" Hearing her say that, I also felt a headache coming on. Where can I find people that are more exciting? Aren't I usually in contact with those people back at school?

I already felt that there was nothing to talk about. He had to bite the bullet and say to her, "There's no more, just spare me." "What?" she said. Do you dare to say that? " At first, I didn't see clearly what it was, but when she turned on the switch, I felt that she was just trying to make things difficult for me. What she was holding out was actually a high intensity electric rod.

This type of electric baton could make a person temporarily faint when it was used on them. Being able to shock people with electricity, usually, this kind of electric baton would rarely appear on the body of commoners. However, as an assassin from a large clan like West Sea City, it was not surprising for her to have such a thing. "What do you want to do in the end?"

Even if you say you were fighting or giving someone a massage. They had all been beaten with their own fists and hands, and had never been electrocuted before by someone else. Looking at the reactions of those people on TV after being electrocuted, I also felt a chill in my heart. If this woman would give me that thing later, wouldn't I be done for?

"Don't touch me," I said to the woman. "If you touch me, then our hatred will be even higher." But how could this woman listen to me? In her opinion, if I didn't tell her funny stories and disrespect her, she would immediately turn on the electric baton and beat me. Before she could finish her sentence, she had already stuck it into my chest.

I myself was tied up with a chain, and because I was acting smart and struggling just now, I stuck the metal rod into the chain. Right now, the entire chain was as hard as steel, and there was no way for it to spin 180 degrees, practically locking me in place. I could only watch helplessly as she walked step by step in front of me with this electric baton.

F * ck, if I faint from the electric shock, what would I do? I only felt my entire body shudder, as though there were signs of me fainting. The instant that woman touched my skin with the electric baton, I felt a numbness radiating from that place fill my entire body.

However, the more I played with her, the happier she became. I only trembled slightly the first time she called me. " "Not bad, I feel that yours is quite fun, let's play a bit more." After saying this, this woman directly took out her other one.

So there was actually an electric baton that was even thicker than this. Holy shit, this woman doesn't usually like to play SM, why does her entire body bring about such a scary thing? After that, she gave me a dozen or so electric shocks. I could no longer bear it and said, "Miss, can you stop doing this?" I knew that my body could no longer withstand the electric shocks.

"Alright, then if you don't want me to charge you, then tell me a story as soon as possible and tell me those interesting stories. Do you hear me?" I could only nod at her repeatedly. In this situation, I no longer had the means to be a hero, so I could only follow her thoughts and say, "Then, what aspect of the story do you want to hear? I'll tell you another one." I looked at her obsequiously and smiled.

"What are you talking about? How about this? Tell me about you and your high school teacher and see if there are any sparks flying." How am I supposed to tell her that? Usually, I don't even have a single cent relationship with a teacher in school, nor do teachers care about me, nor do I care about teachers. Everyone went their separate ways, I didn't even know the names of the teachers I taught in high school, at most I only knew which teachers were teaching me. Now that she asked me to tell her story about me and the high school teacher, it really made it difficult for me.

"Can I have another one that I am a little more familiar with? I don't have any connections with my high school teacher, I don't even know what he looks like." This won't do, I just want to hear you talk about teachers. This woman looks as though she has gone mad. At this moment, I have already scolded her ancestors for eighteen generations in my heart. Having such a daughter, I have truly pitied her father.

Looking at her unceasingly flashing electric flowers, I also felt as though I had slapped myself on the face. Right now, I have no other choice but to make it up for myself, so I quickly thought about the high school teachers that I met before, which one of them was related to me and could be used as a prototype for the story. Eh, there, I suddenly remembered that I really was a teacher in junior high school.

"How about this, let me tell you a story about a teacher in my junior high school. What do you think?" A junior high school teacher is fine too, then you can start, "the woman said to me, and then she suddenly said to me, wait a minute, I thought she was going to do something, and was startled again.

She ran out of the room and came back after a while with a folding stool on her hand, which I could use to sit and listen to my stories, and I've fucked her a few times in my heart, and this damn woman listened to my bullshit, and she even sat on her stool to listen, and when I was free again, I'd have to beat her half to death. Today's stories are the most I've ever made up since I was born, and I didn't even know I had the ability to tell them before, so I gave in to her demands and I finally started to tell another story.