Bunny Nightsuit

"Aron's point of view,"

"You are fantastic, Miss Grace.

I've never felt this degree of satisfaction from any other woman.

You possess magic."

As soon as my junior was able to sate its appetite, I let her go so she could tell me about our jacuzzi experience. But instead of paying attention to me, she sat idle, resting her head on the corner of the jacuzzi.

What's the matter with her?

How come she couldn't act like a normal woman?

The police wouldn't take her into custody if she demonstrated her happiness and contentment with my junior. I felt irritated every time she ignored me after our intercourse.

I had never paid attention to women's post-sex expressions and reactions before, but for some reason, I took note of every detail about her. Everything about her captures my attention: how she talks, how she walks, when she gets angry when she smiles, and what she likes and dislikes.

Wait, what did I say about her smile? Yes, of course you did. My subconscious responded.

However, she was always crying whenever I was in her presence, and I never once saw her smiling. I realized that she was not happy with me being around.

How dare she! How is it possible for any woman to dislike being in my presence?

I was even more enraged when I realized she wasn't happy with me.

"Please open your eyes, Miss Grace. This is not how you can ignore me."

Even after I tapped her on the cheek, she still wouldn't open her eyes. Instead, two tears fell from her eyes. She remained motionless even when I shook her hand.

Oh no, what happened to her?

In panic, I checked her breathing.

Thank god. She is alive. I heard her breathing, and I sighed with relief.

But what happened to her?

Why didn't she open her eyes?

I gave her a confused look.

Is she pranking me?

No, I don't think so. I can tell she is not teasing me because her head is awkwardly cocked to the left.

Don't tell me that my intense fucking makes her pass out. I try to ascertain what caused Sara to pass out after witnessing her collapse.

Maybe you fucked her hard this time. You have already been informed that your large dick does not fit through her tiny hole.

Oh, my goodness, stop believing Miss Grace's bullshit.

How is it conceivable for a lady to pass out after having sex? I have had sex with numerous women in the past, but none of them ever passed out.

Why can't you see that Sara Grace is a completely different person?

Before she dies, I need to call the doctor.

I took her out of the washroom and laid her down on the bed. She has a glacier-like, frigid body.

I called my doctor to ask her to check on Sara, but sadly, she is out of town. She made arrangements for a male physician to examine Sara.

I feel compelled to cover up her body to shield her attractive figure from that male doctor. I covered her with a warm blanket and switched off the air conditioner. I searched my closet for something that would cover her entire body, but none of my shirts fit.

It would be a terrible idea to force her to wear my clothing, as my pants do not flatter her figure. I also don't want her to have the chance to criticize me for making her wear a business suit while she was unconscious.

As soon as I realized I could find clothes for her, I instantly regretted ripping off her dress out of excessive lust.

Because it's already 4 a.m., I'm too late to go shopping.

Idea: I could ask Rosy for assistance.

I hurried over to her room right away.

"You woke up so early, Mr. Finge?" A smile spread across her face as she rubbed her eyes and met my gaze.

"Rosy, help me."

I wasn't in the mood to satiate her desire because my junior had already received fulfillment from Sara, and my main concern at the moment was covering her body to prevent the male doctor from seeing her stunning figure.

"Tell me what kind of help you need; I'm always here to help."

Unbuttoning her little robe, she exposed her thighs.

"I want your clothes." Ignoring her enticing position, I entered her room and opened her cabinet.

"Why do you need my clothes, Mr. Finge?"

She trailed behind me, perplexed.

"Don't you have full-body-covering clothes?"

When I opened her cabinet, I found bikinis, frocks, shorts, crop tops, and miniskirts.

"Mr. Finger, you usually enjoy seeing me in short dresses, so why do you require full-sleeved clothes?"

She gave me a perplexed glance.

"Rosy, I don't have time to play a question-and-answer game with you; just give me a full-sleeve top and a pair of trousers."

When I saw her short outfits, I became so enraged that I threw the clothing in her cupboard.

"OK, calm down. I have one night suit; you can check if it will help you." She opened her trunk and presented me with a pink rabbit pajama.

I checked the night suit.

"Yes, it's perfect; it will cover her full body." I muttered under my breath and rushed towards my room.

While releasing my pent-up annoyance, I draped a nightdress over her.

I have never seen a woman look so good in this outfit. Donning pink brought out her already radiant complexion even more.

The sight of her in the bunny pajamas brought back a fond memory of my favorite rabbit toy from childhood.

To make her resemble my large-eared rabbit soft toy, I fastened a bunny-shaped band on her forehead.

"Mr. Finge, the doctor, arrived here." Rosy and the doctor entered the room together.

She covered her mouth to contain her laughter as she glanced at Sara.

"You can leave, Rosy."

When she showed Sara that funny expression, I became furious.

She can not make fun of her; I am the only one who can.

"What happened to her, doctor?" I interrupted the doctor as he was assessing her nerves by holding her hand for an extended time.

"Mr. Finge, the patient passed out from physical weariness and a longer, intense cold. There is nothing to worry about. She will be alright in a few days." He wrote something on paper and handed it to me.

"Mr. Finge, please take care that she will not have a cold water shower or bath for one week."

Oh, so the cold water in the jacuzzi caused her to pass out.

It's not my fault, though. I tried to satisfy her after she mentioned having sex in the jacuzzi in today's chapter.

To avoid taking responsibility for her fainting in the jacuzzi, I mentally shrugged.

However, something inside of me made me feel heavy.

I had no clue that her physique was that sensitive. She was correct; her body possesses a unique composition. I noticed her dry lips and pale face.

The doctor recommended using the room heater to warm her up, but I found that it was too hot.

I was sweating profusely, but I couldn't figure out why I couldn't get out of the room.

I used to cuddle up with my favorite bunny when I was a kid, snuggling down beside her and wrapping my arms around her.

I was never interested in women other than for sex, so I'm not sure why I am so eager to learn about her in-depth.

She has an allure that goes beyond her physical attractiveness; I can't help but sense odd sensations growing inside of me.