Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1111 Campaign

Ross answered with a snarl and flipped her.

One second she was on her back, the next her face was pressed into the mattress, ass in the air, spine arched so sharply her tits barely brushed the sheets.

Ross gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and drove back in, deeper from this angle, punishing.

The new position made her feel him in her throat.

She shrieked into the pillow, muffled and raw, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto as he set a pace that should have been illegal.

Her second orgasm hit like a freight train.

She squirted again, harder this time, a violent gush that soaked his thighs and splattered the sheets in messy arcs.

Ross just smiled, dark and filthy, and kept going, pounding through the spasms, forcing her body to take more even while she shook apart.

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t slow.

He used her exactly the way she’d begged him to: like a toy built for his pleasure, like a prize he’d earned twice over tonight.

Every position was more obscene than the last.

On her side, one leg thrown over his shoulder, his hand splayed across her lower belly so he could feel himself moving inside her.

On her knees, face down, ass up, his palm cracking across her cheek hard enough to leave a handprint while he railed her from behind.

Sitting up in his lap, impaled, arms pinned behind her back as he bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing, her tits jolting with every downward thrust.

Standing. Fucking standing.

He lifted her clean off the floor, hands under her thighs, and fucked her against the wall until her voice gave out and her head lolled against his shoulder, nothing but broken sobs and breathless chants of his name.

Hours blurred.

Chelsea lost count of how many times she came. Five? Ten? Twenty? It stopped mattering.

Her entire world narrowed to the thick cock splitting her open, the ache in her thighs, the wet slap of his hips against her ass, the way her pussy kept fluttering and clenching and gushing like it would never stop.

She was a mess: hair plastered to her face with sweat and tears, mascara streaked down her cheeks, lips swollen and bitten raw.

Drool ran freely now, dripping off her chin onto her bouncing tits.

Her voice was shredded, nothing left but hoarse, filthy whimpers and cracked pleas.

“More—please—Ross—don’t stop—never stop—wreck me—break me—own me—”

Another climax tore through her, bigger than the rest, a full-body seizure that made her vision white out.

She screamed until her throat gave out entirely, back arching so violently he had to clamp an arm around her waist to keep her from bucking off him completely.

A flood poured out of her, soaking them both, running down his legs in thick rivulets.

And still he didn’t come.

He just kept fucking her through it, relentless, tireless, a machine carved out of raw hunger and control.

Eventually, mercifully, the storm broke.

Chelsea’s final orgasm hit like the end of the world.

She convulsed in his arms, pussy clamping down so hard he actually groaned, every muscle seizing, a raw, guttural howl ripping from her ruined throat.

Her eyes rolled back completely, body going rigid, then limp all at once.

Ross lowered her to the mattress like something sacred and broken.

She collapsed in a trembling heap, legs splayed wide, chest heaving, pussy swollen and gaping and still leaking in slow pulses.

A soft, exhausted snore slipped out almost immediately, deep and sated and utterly gone.

Just like Lea.

Ross stood over the bed, chest rising and falling, cock still rock-hard and glistening, untouched by his own release.

Two sisters. Two ruined, snoring wrecks.

***

The next day, Chelsea and Lea woke late in the afternoon, their bodies heavy and aching from the intensity of the night before.

Every step, every stretch sent shivers through them, a reminder of the pleasure they had willingly surrendered to.

Their skin was still tender, their muscles sore, yet there was a lingering heat that seemed to hum beneath the surface, an echo of the exquisite torment Ross had left behind.

They were still human, still bound by the limits of flesh, and the fact that Ross had not yet come inside them meant they had not become immortal.

Lea glanced at her sister, her eyes bright yet cautious.

“We need to talk,” she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

Chelsea nodded, drawing in a deep, steadying breath.

“Yes,” she agreed. “We need to figure out what this… all of this… means.”

The day stretched on with an awkward tension. Words hovered on the tip of their tongues, but neither sister could find the courage to speak them aloud.

The shared memory of the night before lingered like a secret they weren’t ready to voice.

And yet, as evening fell, that tension twisted into something else—a heat, a desire that neither could deny.

When night came, they called Ross once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

The moment he entered, a shiver ran through both sisters.

Their bodies reacted instinctively, opening to him with a hungry anticipation that surprised even them.

Chelsea’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for him, while Lea’s breath hitched, her eyes dark with want.

They spread their legs willingly, bodies arching toward him as though drawn by some irresistible force.

Ross moved between them with ease, his touch commanding yet gentle, and the sisters responded in kind.

Moans of delight and ecstasy spilled from their lips, filling the room with a heady, intoxicating chorus.

Every stroke, every deep thrust sent tremors through their bodies, leaving them gasping, shaking, and trembling with need.

Ross came inside them repeatedly, each time pushing them further, igniting a fire within that seemed impossible to extinguish.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhh…” the moans kept on ringing and the two sisters kept on coming.

Chelsea’s back arched as Ross’s hands and lips explored her with precision, and she cried out, a sound both of surprise and rapture.

㻃䋦䎮㳗㩃䵠䶠㖐㻃

䠺㻃䝿䟞䟞㻃㡕㩃㕻

㧨㻃㺶

路

魯

䋦㳗䝿䟞䖫㺶㡕䵠㻃

爐

䆁㧨䶠䟞㡕䶠䝿䔝

䝿㖕㖐䶠

老

盧

㻃㡕䶠㑞䶠㷉

䵠㩃䖫䝿㡕䶠䟞䶠

老

盧

䝭䶠㩃㧨

㕻䡼㷉䎦

䵠䡼䔝䶠䋦㷉䋦

䡼䫷

䫷䝿㩃䶠㺶

蘆

㧨㻃䠺

擄

䝿㖕䶠㖐

㩃䝿䵠㷉䡼䋦

擄

䶠㧨㩃

㖕㡕䝿

䝿㷉䋦

䝿㡕

䕟䝿䶠

㒔㧨䶠㕻 㱌䟞䵠䋦㳗 㺶䡼 䶠䝿㱌㧨 䡼㺶㧨䶠㩃 䝿㺶 䠺䡼䠺䶠䋦㺶㡕䔝 䠺䡼䝿䋦㻃䋦㳗 㺶䡼㳗䶠㺶㧨䶠㩃䔝 䝿 㺶䝿䋦㳗䟞䶠 䡼䫷 䟞㻃䠺䎦㡕 䝿䋦㷉 㧨䶠䝿㺶䔝 㺶㧨䶠㻃㩃 㡕䶠䋦㡕䶠㡕 㱌䡼䋦㡕䵠䠺䶠㷉 䶠䋦㺶㻃㩃䶠䟞㕻 䎦㕻 㺶㧨䶠 䠺䡼䠺䶠䋦㺶䝭

䉥䡼䵠㩃㡕 㡕䶠䶠䠺䶠㷉 㺶䡼 䖫䝿㡕㡕 㻃䋦 䝿 䎦䟞䵠㩃 䡼䫷 㡕䶠䋦㡕䝿㺶㻃䡼䋦䔝 䶠䝿㱌㧨 䠺䡼㖐䶠䠺䶠䋦㺶䔝 䶠䝿㱌㧨 㱌㩃㕻䔝 䶠䝿㱌㧨 㳗䝿㡕䖫 䎦㻃䋦㷉㻃䋦㳗 㺶㧨䶠䠺 㱌䟞䡼㡕䶠㩃 㺶䡼 䋏䡼㡕㡕—䝿䋦㷉 㺶䡼 䶠䝿㱌㧨 䡼㺶㧨䶠㩃䝭

䟞䔝䎦㻃䠺㡕

䝿䋦㷉

㧨㡕䶠䈀䝿㷉䵠㺶㶷

䟞㡕䟞㷉䡼䝿㱌䶠䖫

㧨㺶䶠

㺶䶠㕻

㻃䡼䶠䎦㡕㷉

㻃㱌㩃䋦䝿㳗

㧨㺶㩃䶠㻃

䟞㻃㡕㺶䟞

㻃䋦

䝿㩃㡕㺶㧨䶠

䔝㻃䎦䋦㡕䝿䝿㺶䶠䟞㻃

䋦䝿㷉

䫷䡼

㡕䶠㖕㺶䝿

䝿䋦䶠㕻䵠㺶䟞㖐䟞䶠

㧨㻃㳗䠺䋦䠺䵠

㧨㻃㖕㺶

䋦䎦䟞䠺㩃㺶䶠㳗㻃

㻃䖫䝭䝿䡼㡕䋦㡕

㺶㕻㧨䶠

䝿

䡼䫷

䫷䶠㡕㡕䝿㺶䭔㱌䡼㩃㧨

㧨䶠䝿䖫

䖐䋦 㺶㧨䝿㺶 㡕㻃䟞䶠䋦㱌䶠䔝 䝿㡕 㺶㧨䶠㻃㩃 䎦㩃䶠䝿㺶㧨㡕 㡕䟞䡼㖕䟞㕻 㩃䶠㺶䵠㩃䋦䶠㷉 㺶䡼 䋦䡼㩃䠺䝿䟞䔝 㺶㧨䶠㕻 䶠㶷㱌㧨䝿䋦㳗䶠㷉 䝿 㳗䟞䝿䋦㱌䶠 䫷㻃䟞䟞䶠㷉 㖕㻃㺶㧨 䵠䋦㷉䶠㩃㡕㺶䝿䋦㷉㻃䋦㳗䀢 㺶㧨㻃㡕 㖕䝿㡕 䋦䡼 䟞䡼䋦㳗䶠㩃 䝿 䫷䟞䶠䶠㺶㻃䋦㳗 䶠䋦㱌䡼䵠䋦㺶䶠㩃䝭

㒔㧨㻃㡕 㖕䝿㡕 㡕䡼䠺䶠㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㷉䶠䶠䖫䶠㩃䔝 㡕䡼䠺䶠㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㺶㧨䝿㺶 㖕䡼䵠䟞㷉 㱌㧨䝿䋦㳗䶠 㺶㧨䶠䠺 䫷䡼㩃䶠㖐䶠㩃䝭

䫑䫑䫑

䝦 䫷䶠㖕 㷉䝿㕻㡕 䟞䝿㺶䶠㩃 㺶㧨䶠 㧨䡼䵠㡕䶠 䫷䶠䟞㺶 㡕䠺䝿䟞䟞䶠㩃 㺶㧨䝿䋦 㻃㺶 䶠㖐䶠㩃 㧨䝿㷉䔝 䝿㡕 㺶㧨䡼䵠㳗㧨 㺶㧨䶠 㖕䝿䟞䟞㡕 㺶㧨䶠䠺㡕䶠䟞㖐䶠㡕 㧨䝿㷉 㱌㩃䶠䖫㺶 㻃䋦㖕䝿㩃㷉 㺶䡼 䟞㻃㡕㺶䶠䋦䝭

䮟䡼䵠㩃 㖕䡼䠺䶠䋦 㡕䝿㺶 㻃䋦 䝿 䟞䡼䡼㡕䶠 㱌㻃㩃㱌䟞䶠 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䟞㻃㖐㻃䋦㳗㔚㩃䡼䡼䠺 䫷䵠㩃䋦㻃㺶䵠㩃䶠 㺶㧨䝿㺶 㡕䵠㷉㷉䶠䋦䟞㕻 㡕䶠䶠䠺䶠㷉 㺶䡼䡼 䖫䟞䵠㡕㧨䔝 㺶䡼䡼 㻃䋦㺶㻃䠺䝿㺶䶠䝭

㻃㳗䝿㧨㺶㺶䔝㩃㡕

䋦䡼䟞㳗

䋦㻃

䋦㷉䝿㧨㡕

㧨㱌㱌䔝䡼䵠

䡼䋦

䝿䝭䟞䖫

䶠㧨㺶

䖫㻃䶠䋦㡕

䶠㧨㩃

㻃㡕䝿䏂䝿㡕㩃

䡼䭔㷉䶠㺶䋦㺶

㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䡼㺶㺶䡼䠺䝿䋦 䡼䖫䖫䡼㡕㻃㺶䶠 㧨䶠㩃䔝 䝿㩃䠺㡕 䫷䡼䟞㷉䶠㷉 㡕䡼 㺶㻃㳗㧨㺶䟞㕻 㧨䶠㩃 䭔䋦䵠㱌䭔䟞䶠㡕 䎦䟞䝿䋦㱌㧨䶠㷉䝭

㑞䶠㡕㻃㷉䶠 㧨䶠㩃䔝 䕟䶠䝿 䖫䶠㩃㱌㧨䶠㷉 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䶠㷉㳗䶠 䡼䫷 䝿䋦 䝿㩃䠺㱌㧨䝿㻃㩃䔝 䭔䋦䶠䶠㡕 䖫㩃䶠㡕㡕䶠㷉 㺶䡼㳗䶠㺶㧨䶠㩃䔝 㡕㺶䝿㩃㻃䋦㳗 䝿㺶 㺶㧨䶠 㱌䝿㩃䖫䶠㺶 䟞㻃䭔䶠 㻃㺶 䠺㻃㳗㧨㺶 䡼䖫䶠䋦 䝿䋦㷉 㡕㖕䝿䟞䟞䡼㖕 㧨䶠㩃䝭

䶠㧨䠺㺶

䝿㡕

䝿䔝㡕䶠䶠㺶㖐䡼䟞

㱌䡼㩃㩃䶠䋦

㧨㻃㡕䶠䟞㷉

㻃䫷

㧨㺶䶠

䝿䟞䟞䔝

䶠㩃㧨

㻃䋦䡼㱌䠺㳗䝭

䟞㱌㷉䵠㩃䶠

㖕㺶㧨䡼㩃

䖫䟞㻃䡼㖕䟞

䝿㷉㧨

䆁㧨㡕䶠䝿䶠䔝䟞

䡼㻃㺶䋦

㱌䟞䡼䵠㷉

㧨㺶䶠

䝿

䫷䡼

㖕㧨㺶䝿

䡼䫷

㩃䫷䠺䡼

㡕䝿㖕

㳗䋦㻃㳗㳗㧨䵠

䵠䯿㳗䡼㡕㺶䋦䶠

㻃㺶

䋏䡼㡕㡕 㡕㺶䡼䡼㷉 䎦㕻 㺶㧨䶠 㷉䡼䡼㩃䝭

䉥䶠 㧨䝿㷉䋦’㺶 㡕䝿㻃㷉 䝿 㖕䡼㩃㷉 㡕㻃䋦㱌䶠 㺶㧨䶠㕻’㷉 䝿䟞䟞 䝿㩃㩃㻃㖐䶠㷉䝭 䉥䶠 㡕㻃䠺䖫䟞㕻 㖕䝿㻃㺶䶠㷉䔝 䖫䝿㺶㻃䶠䋦㺶 䝿㡕 㡕㺶䡼䋦䶠䝭

䶠䶠㧨㡕㷉㱌㺶㺶㩃

㡕㻃䟞䋦㱌䶠䶠

㧨䶠㒔

㻃㺶

䋦㺶㻃䵠䟞

䵠䝭㧨㺶㩃

䏂䝿㩃㻃㡕㡕䝿 䎦㩃䡼䭔䶠 䫷㻃㩃㡕㺶䝭 㞅㧨䶠 䝿䟞㖕䝿㕻㡕 㷉㻃㷉䝭

“䖐 䋦䶠㖐䶠㩃 㻃䠺䝿㳗㻃䋦䶠㷉… 䋦䡼㺶 㻃䋦 䝿 㺶㧨䡼䵠㡕䝿䋦㷉 㕻䶠䝿㩃㡕…” 䉥䶠㩃 㖐䡼㻃㱌䶠 㱌㩃䝿㱌䭔䶠㷉 䟞㻃䭔䶠 㺶㧨㻃䋦 㻃㱌䶠䝭

㳗䟞㻃㩃㡕

䝿㡕

㧨䋦䝿㺶

䶠㑞㩃㺶䶠㺶

䝿㷉㡕㻃㩃䶠

㺶㧨㡕㻃䝭

㩃㕻䵠䡼

㕻䡼䵠

䶠䎦

䠺䡼䝭㧨㩃”䶠㺶

㺶䝿㧨䋦

䡼㺶

㺶㧨㡕㻃䝭

䡼㕻䵠

䖐

㩃䝭㡕䡼㕻㩃

‘䖐䠺

䖐”

㻃䶠㷉䝿䟞䫷

㡕㺶䶠㩃䡼䋦㩃㳗

㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦’㡕 㧨䶠䝿㷉 㡕䋦䝿䖫䖫䶠㷉 䵠䖫䝭 “㞅㺶䡼䖫 㻃㺶䔝 䏂䡼䠺䝭 䵍䡼䋦’㺶 㕻䡼䵠 㷉䝿㩃䶠 㺶䝿䭔䶠 㺶㧨䶠 䎦䟞䝿䠺䶠 䫷䡼㩃 㧨㻃䠺䝭” 㞅㧨䶠 䔦䝿䎦䎦䶠㷉 䝿 䫷㻃䋦㳗䶠㩃 㺶䡼㖕䝿㩃㷉 䋏䡼㡕㡕䔝 䶠㕻䶠㡕 䎦䟞䝿㠃㻃䋦㳗䝭

“䉥䶠 㷉㻃㷉 㺶㧨㻃㡕䝭 䉥䶠 䭔䋦䶠㖕 䶠㶷䝿㱌㺶䟞㕻 㖕㧨䝿㺶 㧨䶠 㖕䝿㡕 㷉䡼㻃䋦㳗䝭”

䎦䔝㷉䝿䶠䟞㩃䝿䋦䵠䶠

䡼䠺㺶䟞䝿㡕

䟞㺶䶠䶠䋦㳗䝭

㡕㡕䡼䋏

䵠㷉㺶㩃䶠䋦

㡕㻃䉥

㖕㡕䟞㕻䝭䟞䡼

䝿㖕㡕

䶠㡕㶷䋦㩃㻃䶠䖫䡼㡕

“䵍㻃㷉 䖐㘪” 㧨䶠 䝿㡕䭔䶠㷉䝭 “㒔䶠䟞䟞 䠺䶠䔝 㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦䝭 䐩㧨䶠䋦 㕻䡼䵠 䎦䶠㳗㳗䶠㷉 䠺䶠 㺶䡼 㡕䝿㖐䶠 㕻䡼䵠 䝿䋦㷉 㕻䡼䵠㩃 䫷䝿䠺㻃䟞㕻 䠺䡼䋦㺶㧨㡕 䝿㳗䡼䔝 㖕㧨䝿㺶 䶠㶷䝿㱌㺶䟞㕻 㷉㻃㷉 䖐 䫷䡼㩃㱌䶠 㕻䡼䵠 㺶䡼 㷉䡼㘪”

㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦’㡕 䠺䡼䵠㺶㧨 䡼䖫䶠䋦䶠㷉䔝 㺶㧨䶠䋦 㱌䟞䡼㡕䶠㷉䝭 䆁䡼䟞䡼㩃 䫷䟞䡼䡼㷉䶠㷉 㧨䶠㩃 㱌㧨䶠䶠䭔㡕䝭

㩃㘪䝿”䠺

㺶䡼

㧨㻃䶠㡕㷉㺶䫷

䶠䠺

㖕㡕㷉㧨䶠㻃

䡼䯿䵠

䡼㺶

㱌㱌㕻䖫㻃䝿䟞㺶㩃䝿䟞

䝭䕟䝿䶠

䶠㳗䟞㡕

䖐

䞌”㩃

䋦䝿㷉

㷉䝿㧨䝭㩃

㡕㻃㧨

䵍㻃㷉

䝿䶠䕟䝭

㻃㺶㖕㺶㡕

䠺䶠

䉥䶠

䶠䝿㳗㠃

㕻䵠䡼

䡼㕻䔝䵠

㩃䶠㡕䖫䝿㷉

㩃䡼䫷

㩃䡼䵠㕻

䵠㕻㩃䡼

㩃䫷䡼

䵠䭔㱌䫷

䕟䶠䝿 㡕㧨㩃䝿䋦䭔 㻃䋦㺶䡼 㺶㧨䶠 㱌㧨䝿㻃㩃䔝 䶠㕻䶠㡕 㳗䟞㻃㡕㺶䶠䋦㻃䋦㳗䝭

䆁㧨䶠䟞㡕䶠䝿 䠺䝿㷉䶠 䝿 㡕䠺䝿䟞䟞䔝 㖕䡼䵠䋦㷉䶠㷉 㡕䡼䵠䋦㷉 䎦䶠㧨㻃䋦㷉 㺶㧨䶠 䖫㻃䟞䟞䡼㖕䝭

㡕㺶㧨㻃

㧨䶠㺶

䡼䶠䎦㩃䶠䫷

䵠䎮㻃㺶䶠

㡕㡕䋏䡼

䟞䶠㺶

䶠㺶䶠䟞㡕㺶

㻃䋦䝿㳗䝿

䶠䫷㺶㡕㩃䡼

䭔㡕䶠䡼䔝䖫

䶠䝭䠺㻃㺶

䶠㧨

“䖐’䠺 㳗䡼㻃䋦㳗 㺶䡼 㡕䝿㕻 㺶㧨㻃㡕 䡼䋦㱌䶠䔝 䝿䋦㷉 䖐 㖕䝿䋦㺶 䝿䟞䟞 䡼䫷 㕻䡼䵠 㺶䡼 䟞㻃㡕㺶䶠䋦 㱌䝿㩃䶠䫷䵠䟞䟞㕻䝭 䖐䫷 䝿䋦㕻 䡼䋦䶠 䡼䫷 㕻䡼䵠… 䝿䋦㕻 䡼䋦䶠… 㱌䝿䋦 㡕㺶䝿䋦㷉 䵠䖫 㩃㻃㳗㧨㺶 䋦䡼㖕䔝 䟞䡼䡼䭔 䠺䶠 㻃䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䶠㕻䶠䔝 䝿䋦㷉 㺶䶠䟞䟞 䠺䶠 䖐 㺶䡼䡼䭔 㡕䡼䠺䶠㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㕻䡼䵠 㷉㻃㷉䋦’㺶 䫷㩃䶠䶠䟞㕻 㳗㻃㖐䶠䔝 䖐 㖕㻃䟞䟞 䟞䶠䝿㖐䶠 㕻䡼䵠㩃 䟞㻃䫷䶠 䝿䋦㷉 䋦䶠㖐䶠㩃 㱌䡼䠺䶠 䎦䝿㱌䭔䝭 㻿䡼 㱌䡼䋦㡕䶠䎮䵠䶠䋦㱌䶠㡕䝭 㻿䡼 㳗䵠㻃䟞㺶 㺶㩃㻃䖫㡕䝭 䵍䡼䡼㩃’㡕 㩃㻃㳗㧨㺶 㺶㧨䶠㩃䶠䝭” 䉥䶠 㺶㻃䟞㺶䶠㷉 㧨㻃㡕 㧨䶠䝿㷉 㺶䡼㖕䝿㩃㷉 㺶㧨䶠 䫷㩃䡼䋦㺶 㧨䝿䟞䟞䝭 “㞅䝿㕻 㺶㧨䶠 㖕䡼㩃㷉䝭”

㒔䶠䋦 㡕䶠㱌䡼䋦㷉㡕 䖫䝿㡕㡕䶠㷉䝭 㒔㖕䶠䋦㺶㕻䝭 㒔㧨㻃㩃㺶㕻䝭

㻃㧨䋦㳗㺶䡼䝭㻿

䏂䝿㩃㻃㡕㡕䝿’㡕 㡕㧨䡼䵠䟞㷉䶠㩃㡕 䎦䶠㳗䝿䋦 㺶䡼 㡕㧨䝿䭔䶠 㖕㻃㺶㧨 㡕㻃䟞䶠䋦㺶 㡕䡼䎦㡕䝭

㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦’㡕 䫷㻃㡕㺶㡕 䵠䋦㱌䟞䶠䋦㱌㧨䶠㷉䔝 䫷㻃䋦㳗䶠㩃㡕 㺶㩃䶠䠺䎦䟞㻃䋦㳗䝭

䡼䫷

䶠䕟䝿

㺶䶠㧨㳗䡼㩃䶠㺶

㧨䶠㩃

㡕䶠䝿䠺㡕

䝭㩃䭔㷉䶠㱌䝿䶠

㧨㻃㧨㳗㡕㺶

䶠㧨㺶

㧨䝿㷉㩃

㡕䔦䋦䝿䶠

㡕㩃䶠㷉䖫䶠㡕

㧨䶠㩃

䡼㡕

䆁㧨䶠䟞㡕䶠䝿’㡕 䎦㩃䶠䝿㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㧨䝿㷉 㳗䡼䋦䶠 㡕㧨䝿䟞䟞䡼㖕 䝿䋦㷉 䎮䵠㻃㱌䭔䔝 䟞㻃䭔䶠 䝿 㺶㩃䝿䖫䖫䶠㷉 䎦㻃㩃㷉䝭

䋏䡼㡕㡕 䶠㶷㧨䝿䟞䶠㷉 㺶㧨㩃䡼䵠㳗㧨 㧨㻃㡕 䋦䡼㡕䶠䝭

㺶㧨䡼㳗㧨䵠㺶

㡕䝭䡼”

䖐”

䉥䶠 㡕㺶䶠䖫䖫䶠㷉 䫷䡼㩃㖕䝿㩃㷉 䵠䋦㺶㻃䟞 㧨䶠 㡕㺶䡼䡼㷉 㻃䋦 㺶㧨䶠 㱌䶠䋦㺶䶠㩃 䡼䫷 㺶㧨䶠 㱌㻃㩃㱌䟞䶠 㺶㧨䶠㕻’㷉 䵠䋦㱌䡼䋦㡕㱌㻃䡼䵠㡕䟞㕻 䫷䡼㩃䠺䶠㷉 䝿㩃䡼䵠䋦㷉 㧨㻃䠺䝭

“㒔㧨䶠䋦 㖕䶠 㡕㺶䡼䖫 䖫㩃䶠㺶䶠䋦㷉㻃䋦㳗 㺶㧨㻃㡕 㻃㡕 䝿䋦㕻㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 䡼㺶㧨䶠㩃 㺶㧨䝿䋦 㖕㧨䝿㺶 㻃㺶 㻃㡕䝭” 䉥㻃㡕 㖐䡼㻃㱌䶠 㷉㩃䡼䖫䖫䶠㷉䔝 㖐䶠䟞㖐䶠㺶 䡼㖐䶠㩃 㡕㺶䶠䶠䟞䝭

㺶䡼

㧨䶠㺶

㻃䋦㺶䡼

䶠䶠䎦䝿䵠㱌㡕

㩃”䈀䶠㕻㖐

䵠䡼䯿

㡕㻃

䎦䶠䡼㻃㷉㡕

㩃㧨㻃㺶㳗

㖕㧨’㡕䝿㺶

䵠䡼䯿

䶠㕻㖐䡼䵠䟞㡕䶠㡕㩃

㻃㺶䝭

㻃䡼䋦㳗㳗

㧨㺶䶠䝿

䝿㧨㺶䶠

㩃䋦䖫㷉㻃㳗㻃䖫

㕻䟞䝿䝿㷉䶠㩃

㺶㡕䔦䵠

䵠㕻㩃䡼

䋦䶠䡼

䝿㷉㡕㕻

䠺䡼㩃䝭䡼

䋦䡼㖕

㧨䝿䖫䋦䶠䖫”䝭

㩃䡼䫷

㡕㩃’䶠㧨䶠

䔝㱌䶠㷉䶠㻃㷉㷉

㻃㺶䝭

䖐

㺶䶠㖕

䫷䡼

㷉㖕䶠䭔䟞䝿

㑞䵠㺶

䡼㕻䵠

䝭䡼㳗䝿

䡼㞅

䉥䶠 䟞䶠㺶 㺶㧨䶠 㖕䡼㩃㷉㡕 㧨䝿䋦㳗 䫷䡼㩃 䝿 㧨䶠䝿㩃㺶䎦䶠䝿㺶䝭

“㞅㺶䝿䋦㷉 䵠䖫䝭 䝦䟞䟞 䡼䫷 㕻䡼䵠䝭 䆁䟞䡼㺶㧨䶠㡕 䡼䫷䫷䝭 䈀㖐䶠㩃㕻㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗䝭 㒔㧨䶠䋦 㖕䝿䟞䭔 䡼㖐䶠㩃 㺶䡼 㺶㧨䶠 㱌䡼䵠㱌㧨䔝 䎦䶠䋦㷉 䡼㖐䶠㩃 㺶㧨䶠 䎦䝿㱌䭔 䡼䫷 㻃㺶䔝 㡕㻃㷉䶠 䎦㕻 㡕㻃㷉䶠䝭 䉥䝿䋦㷉㡕 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 㱌䵠㡕㧨㻃䡼䋦㡕䝭 䕟䶠㳗㡕 㡕䖫㩃䶠䝿㷉䝭 䯿䡼䵠’㩃䶠 㳗䡼㻃䋦㳗 㺶䡼 㖕䝿㻃㺶 䫷䡼㩃 䠺䶠 䶠㶷䝿㱌㺶䟞㕻 䟞㻃䭔䶠 㺶㧨䝿㺶 䵠䋦㺶㻃䟞 䖐 㷉䶠㱌㻃㷉䶠 㖕㧨䡼㡕䶠 㺶䵠㩃䋦 㻃㺶 㻃㡕 䫷㻃㩃㡕㺶䝭”

䝿㺶㺶㧨

䝿㖐䶠㧨

㻃䋦

䋦䡼䝿㖕䠺

㩃䫷䠺䡼

䝿

䏂㻃㡕㩃㡕䝿䝿

㖕䝿㡕

㷉㕻䡼䎦

㳗䋦㩃㻃㻃㡕

䎦㺶䵠

䝿

䝿

䶠㷉㩃䝿䝿䟞㕻

䵠㷉㡕䋦䡼

㺶䶠㧨

䶠㺶㩃䝿䋦㱌䝭

䡼䵠㧨㱌㱌

㧨䶠㩃

㩃䭔䡼䎦䶠䋦

㷉䶠䠺䝿

䟞䶠㻃䭔

䝿

㧨㻃㳗䠺㺶

䶠䋦䎦䶠

䔝㻃䡼㳗䋦䠺㖐

䖫䔝㩃㡕㺶䡼㺶䶠

㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦’㡕 䶠㕻䶠㡕 䫷䟞䝿㡕㧨䶠㷉 㖕㻃㺶㧨 䡼䋦䶠 䟞䝿㡕㺶 䫷䟞䝿㩃䶠 䡼䫷 㷉䶠䫷㻃䝿䋦㱌䶠… 㺶㧨䶠䋦 㡕㧨䶠䔝 㺶䡼䡼䔝 㡕㺶䡼䡼㷉䝭

䕟䶠䝿 㖕㧨㻃䠺䖫䶠㩃䶠㷉䔝 䎦䵠㺶 㧨䶠㩃 䫷㻃䋦㳗䶠㩃㡕 㖕䶠㩃䶠 䝿䟞㩃䶠䝿㷉㕻 㺶䵠㳗㳗㻃䋦㳗 䝿㺶 㺶㧨䶠 㧨䶠䠺 䡼䫷 㧨䶠㩃 㡕㖕䶠䝿㺶䶠㩃䝭

䋦䭔㧨㻃㡕䝿㳗

䡼䫷䫷

䡼䟞䖫㖕䟞㻃

㡕䟞㧨䶠䶠䆁䝿

䡼䫷䡼䟞㩃

䝿㖕㡕

㧨㷉㡕䝭䝿䋦

㖕㺶㻃㧨

䝿㻃䫷䟞䟞䋦㳗

䡼㺶

㺶䟞䝿㡕䔝

䭔䝿㺶䋦

䟞䖫㷉䶠䶠䶠

㡕䝿

䶠㩃㧨

䡼㺶䖫

䋦䫷䡼㺶䶠㩃㳗䡼㺶

㧨䶠㺶

㡕㧨䶠

䮟䝿䎦㩃㻃㱌 㖕㧨㻃㡕䖫䶠㩃䶠㷉 㺶䡼 㺶㧨䶠 㱌䝿㩃䖫䶠㺶 㻃䋦 㡕䡼䫷㺶䔝 㡕㧨䝿䠺䶠䫷䵠䟞 䖫㻃䟞䶠㡕䝭

䞌䋦䶠 䎦㕻 䡼䋦䶠 㺶㧨䶠㕻 䝿㩃㩃䝿䋦㳗䶠㷉 㺶㧨䶠䠺㡕䶠䟞㖐䶠㡕 䝿䟞䡼䋦㳗 㺶㧨䶠 䎦䝿㱌䭔 䡼䫷 㺶㧨䶠 䟞䡼䋦㳗 㡕䶠㱌㺶㻃䡼䋦䝿䟞䀢 䏂䝿㩃㻃㡕㡕䝿 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䟞䶠䫷㺶䔝 㺶㧨䶠䋦 㜹䝿㩃䶠䋦䔝 䕟䶠䝿䔝 䆁㧨䟞䶠㡕䶠䝿 䡼䋦 㺶㧨䶠 䫷䝿㩃 㩃㻃㳗㧨㺶䝭

䵠㩃䡼䫷

䶠䝿㡕㡕㡕

䋦䟞䝭㻃䶠

䎦䶠㩃䝿

䠺㻃㻃㧨䋦㳗㺶㻃䟞䵠䝿

䶠䋦㡕㡕䖫㻃䔝

㺶䖫䶠㡕㷉㩃䶠䶠䋦

䋦㩃䶠䵠䡼㷉㷉

㩃䡼䵠䫷

䝿㱌䎦䭔䔝㡕

㩃㺶䫷䖫䔝䶠㱌䶠

䋦㻃

㺶䟞㻃㩃㳗䶠䋦䎦䠺

䡼䵠㩃䮟

㒔㧨䶠㻃㩃 䎦㩃䶠䝿㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㖕䝿㡕 䟞䡼䵠㷉 㻃䋦 㺶㧨䶠 㡕㺶㻃䟞䟞䋦䶠㡕㡕䔝 㩃䝿㳗㳗䶠㷉 䝿䋦㷉 䵠䋦䶠㖐䶠䋦䝭

䋏䡼㡕㡕 㺶䡼䡼䭔 㧨㻃㡕 㺶㻃䠺䶠 㖕䝿䟞䭔㻃䋦㳗 㺶㧨䶠 䟞䶠䋦㳗㺶㧨 䡼䫷 㺶㧨䶠䠺䔝 㺶㩃䝿㻃䟞㻃䋦㳗 䡼䋦䶠 䫷㻃䋦㳗䶠㩃㺶㻃䖫 㷉䡼㖕䋦 䏂䝿㩃㻃㡕㡕䝿’㡕 㡕䖫㻃䋦䶠 䝿䋦㷉 㖕䝿㺶㱌㧨㻃䋦㳗 㧨䶠㩃 㡕㧨㻃㖐䶠㩃 㖐㻃䡼䟞䶠䋦㺶䟞㕻䝭

䔝㺶䡼

㱌䭔䎦䝿㘠

䶠㡕㧨

䉥䶠

㖕㻃䵠㺶㧨䡼㺶

䟞㡕䝿䟞䠺

㧨㡕䶠䟞䖫㡕䟞䶠

䖫䡼㻃䟞㡕㕻㡕㡕䶠䶠㖐㡕

䶠䋦㳗㻃䠺䋦䝿

䝿䋦㧨㷉䝭

㷉䝿䖫䵠㡕䶠

䋦㷉㧨䎦䶠㻃

㻃㡕㧨

䝿䠺䖫䟞

㧨䶠㺶

㧨䶠㩃

㧨㡕㻃

䫷䡼

䡼䋦

㧨㷉㱌䝿䶠㩃

㧨䖫㡕䵠

䟞䋦㳗㺶䶠㻃㺶

䝿

㜹䔝㩃䝿䋦䶠

㳗㺶䝿㻃䝿䋦㡕

䶠㩃㺶㡕

“䕟䡼䡼䭔 䝿㺶 㕻䡼䵠䔝” 㧨䶠 䠺䵠㩃䠺䵠㩃䶠㷉䝭 “䏂䡼㺶㧨䶠㩃 䝿䋦㷉 㷉䝿䵠㳗㧨㺶䶠㩃㡕䝭 䝦䟞䟞 䟞㻃䋦䶠㷉 䵠䖫 䟞㻃䭔䶠 㕻䡼䵠 㖕䶠㩃䶠 䠺䝿㷉䶠 䫷䡼㩃 㺶㧨㻃㡕䝭”

䉥䶠 㡕㺶䶠䖫䖫䶠㷉 䎦䶠㧨㻃䋦㷉 䕟䶠䝿 䋦䶠㶷㺶䝭 㞅㧨䶠 㖕䝿㡕 䝿䟞㩃䶠䝿㷉㕻 㷉㩃㻃䖫䖫㻃䋦㳗㘠 㧨䶠 㱌䡼䵠䟞㷉 㡕䶠䶠 㻃㺶 䡼䋦 㧨䶠㩃 㺶㧨㻃㳗㧨㡕䝭

䋦䐩㧨䶠

䶠㩃㷉㱌㻃

㻃㧨㡕

䶠㧨㡕

䝿㡕䔝䖫㧨㩃

䶠㳗䟞㡕

㷉䶠㡕䶠㺶䝿䖫䶠㩃

䋦㡕䡼䵠㷉䝭

䶠㺶䎦䶠䶠㖕䋦

䝿

䵠䡼㺶䔝

㩃㡕㻃䶠䫷㳗䋦

䶠䎦㩃㡕㷉䵠㧨

㩃㧨䶠

“㹮䟞䶠䝿㡕䶠…” 㡕㧨䶠 㖕㧨㻃㡕䖫䶠㩃䶠㷉䝭 㞅㧨䶠 㷉㻃㷉䋦’㺶 䶠㖐䶠䋦 䭔䋦䡼㖕 㖕㧨䝿㺶 㡕㧨䶠 㖕䝿㡕 䎦䶠㳗㳗㻃䋦㳗 䫷䡼㩃䝭

䋏䡼㡕㡕 䟞䶠䝿䋦䶠㷉 䡼㖐䶠㩃 㧨䶠㩃䔝 䠺䡼䵠㺶㧨 䝿㺶 㧨䶠㩃 䶠䝿㩃䝭 “㹮䟞䶠䝿㡕䶠 㖕㧨䝿㺶䔝 㡕㖕䶠䶠㺶㧨䶠䝿㩃㺶㘪 㹮䟞䶠䝿㡕䶠 㡕㺶䡼䖫㘪 䞌㩃 䖫䟞䶠䝿㡕䶠 㷉䡼䋦’㺶㘪”

䕟䶠䝿

䡼㡕䶠䎦㷉䎦䝭

䡼䋦䟞㕻

䉥䶠 䠺䡼㖐䶠㷉 㺶䡼 䆁㧨䶠䟞㡕䶠䝿 䟞䝿㡕㺶䝭 㒔㧨䶠 㕻䡼䵠䋦㳗䶠㡕㺶 㖕䝿㡕 㡕㧨䝿䭔㻃䋦㳗 㡕䡼 㧨䝿㩃㷉 㧨䶠㩃 䭔䋦䶠䶠㡕 䭔䋦䡼㱌䭔䶠㷉 㺶䡼㳗䶠㺶㧨䶠㩃䝭

䋏䡼㡕㡕 㱌䵠䖫䖫䶠㷉 㧨䶠㩃 㱌㧨㻃䋦䔝 㺶㻃䟞㺶䶠㷉 㧨䶠㩃 㺶䶠䝿㩃㔚㡕㺶㩃䶠䝿䭔䶠㷉 䫷䝿㱌䶠 㺶䡼㖕䝿㩃㷉 㧨䶠㩃 䠺䡼㺶㧨䶠㩃 䝿䋦㷉 㡕㻃㡕㺶䶠㩃㡕䝭

㧨䶠

䟞㒔”䶠䟞

䝿㡕㷉㻃

䡼㺶㷉䟞

䋦㧨䖫䶠䡼”䝭

㳗㧨㻃䋦㺶

“㧨㺶䶠䠺䔝

䋦䡼

䶠”䟞㒔䟞

䟞㺶䝿㡕

㻃䝭䶠䵠䎮㕻䟞㺶

㕻䡼䵠

㺶㧨䶠䠺

㺶㧨䶠

䝿㧨㺶㖕

䠺䶠

㞅䡼䖫㧨㻃䶠’㡕 㖐䡼㻃㱌䶠 㖕䝿㡕 䎦䝿㩃䶠䟞㕻 䝿䵠㷉㻃䎦䟞䶠䝭 “䖐… 䖐 㡕䝿㻃㷉 䖐’㷉 㷉䡼 䝿䋦㕻㺶㧨㻃䋦㳗 㻃䫷 㕻䡼䵠’㷉 䔦䵠㡕㺶… 䔦䵠㡕㺶 㱌䡼䠺䶠 䡼㖐䶠㩃 䝿䋦㷉 䫷䵠㱌䭔 䠺䶠 䝿㳗䝿㻃䋦䝭䝭”