Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 100 Getting the Beloved Toy
For him, she is a beloved toy that cannot be escaped, and the toy can only be accompanied by the owner or destroyed.

Claire got out of the car with weak steps, like walking on a sponge, she walked into the house unsteadily.

The combat uniform on Cassius was rigorous and uncluttered, and he followed behind at a steady pace.

The strange atmosphere between the two made Martina dare not say much, so Claire ran back to the room on the third floor, and locked the door with a snap of her fingers.

Leaning her back against the door panel, she stared at the dark night outside the window for a while, making sure that there were no footsteps coming from downstairs, then she clutched her chest and slowly left from the door and sat on the bed.

The skirt on her body was stained with a little blood at some point, and the dark red bloomed there like petals, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Claire looked down, frowned, picked up the cotton nightgown and went to the bathroom.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Cassius walked out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown, and opened the communication interface with an indifferent expression.

A video of a banquet was sent by an unknown number. On the cover, a girl in a white dress stood out in the middle of the dance floor.

His eyes sank slightly, and he clicked on the content.

The melodious music echoed in the joyful banquet hall, Claire was hugged by Cyril, the beat and pace were chaotic, and the embarrassment and embarrassment on his face were clearly exposed in front of Cassius' eyes.

With such an intimate action, Cyril still leaned close to her ear and said something to her, which caused the girl to smile, and her silent eyes became wrinkled and bright.

Cassius stood still by the bed until the end of the play, his fair and handsome face was completely cold.

He manually deleted the video, and by the way, threw the number of the creator of the video into the trash can, then called Fei Ji, and said in a slow voice: "I will not go to the military camp for these three days, and you will pay for the pension of the dead soldier." And deal with it."

"Understood." Fei Ji looked at the hung up communication, was surprised for a while, then remembered something, and smiled, and the passing orcs would say something obscene when they saw him like this.

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After sleeping until midnight, a gust of night wind blew in through the small half-open window, brushing against her skin, bringing a chill.

Claire closed her eyes tightly and wanted to reach out to raise the quilt, but found that her limbs seemed to be bound, and she couldn't move on the bed.

The chill from the cold wind made her whole body alert, and she woke up from her sleep.

The misty eyes suddenly opened, and a black shadow stood beside her bed with Yin Hui on its back, tall and cold like a marble statue.

With the little light outside the window, Claire met Cassius's cold and angry black eyes.

Her frightened eyes widened, and she said in disbelief, "Commander!"

She looked at the door suddenly again, and she remembered that she had locked the door.

"Afraid of me? So you lock the door?" The man slowly leaned over, his tone dangerous.

"No, no, I just have the habit of locking the door and feel safe." Claire's heart trembled, and the sleepy bug ran away.

"I said I want to satisfy you." He reached out and stroked her cheek, and said in a deep voice, "After the war is over."

"Now? It's already midnight."

Claire didn't understand where the anger in his eyes came from in the middle of the night, and he lay stiffly under the quilt, completely stunned.

"Now."

Cassius knelt on the bed on one knee, and the tall body pressed down on her almost occupied the entire small bed and enveloped her in it.

Claire knew that she had no right to refuse. She was unable to move and had no experience, so she could only tremble in fear.

As if to appease her in advance, Cassius pressed her hands to the top of her head, bowed her head, and kissed her deeply.

"You like Cyril very much?" His head was buried in Claire's neck, and his teeth were pressed against her carotid artery, as if she would bite off her neck if she said something wrong.

"I thought I made it very clear. We have nothing." Claire said tremblingly. Not only was she suppressed by his hands, but her body was also pinned to the bed by his mental power. It was really bad.

He raised his head and stared at her sullenly, "Honestly? But you seem to be smiling happily."

Happy?

Claire shuddered suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "To be honest, it was Cyril who said, he said that my food video went viral on the Star Network, and that's why I laughed."

She never thought that she had said it so clearly, and he would come to make trouble in the middle of the night because of the dancing.

"Trust you for now, but don't do it again. I don't make sure that the next person who touches you will be alive."

Cassius bit her left shoulder, causing Claire to cry out in pain, but it was just the beginning.
She knew that this day would come sooner or later, and she was already mentally prepared, but it hurt more than expected. Claire couldn't help but scream, and all the tragic screams were drowned in the dense kisses.

Cassius picked her up, his arm was so strong that he almost strangled her into his body, he pinched her cheek with one hand, and asked in an unsteady but persistent tone, "Claire, who do you belong to?"

Claire endured his torture, and the mental power suppressed on her disappeared at this moment.

She leaned against Cassius' chest, feeling her strength, and immediately, not to be outdone, bit his neck hard, scratching his broad and straight back with her nails.

Claire's act of venting his anger like a wild cat did not make Cassius angry. He ignored the red marks from his nails on his back, raised his hand and pushed him down, and asked again in a hoarse voice, "Say, who do you belong to?"

He insisted on forcing her to say the right of ownership by himself.

"Carcasius." Claire surrendered tremblingly.

"Again, who do you belong to?"

"Claire belongs to Cassius." She replied with a broken mind.

The night is long and the sounds are endless.

Claire thought that Cassius's talk on the ship was not enough for a day and it was just talk.

Unexpectedly, it was three full days. In order to punish her for dancing with Cyril, he trapped her in the bedroom for three full days.

The poor little bed, which was not spacious at all, was on the verge of breaking a leg.

Another sunny morning.

She was carried out of the bathroom by Cassius weakly.

"You have to get used to me as soon as possible." Cassius changed her clothes gently, but he didn't dress well. It was only after she reminded her in a low voice several times that she managed to zip up her skirt.

The ankle-length dress couldn't hide Claire's scarcely intact skin.

After he was satisfied, the hostility in Cassius' body was also exhausted. He put the girl who looked like a beautiful doll in his arms and carried him downstairs.

Downstairs, Martina, who was preparing breakfast downstairs, had a visibly happy expression on her face. She prepared sandwiches and two glasses of milk for the two of them, and congratulated Claire loudly with Jones, "Our family will soon have a new life! Congratulations Claire!"

　Revised Chapter 100, read it in the previous chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)