Then Lestari leaned against the door. All the maids had left, so for the second time, she could focus her attention on looking around.
However, the most important thing was...
'These two breasts are quite large and very firm--'
Honestly, Lestari wanted to do that when she saw none of the maids wore anything to cover their breasts, making her realize that she was like them.
Once, Lestari read several articles on the internet about ancient Javanese women's clothing, which exposed the chest due to the tropical climate and because breasts were not considered sexual objects, which were instead the thighs and buttocks. In addition, it turned out that not only in ancient Java, but it was also common in Bali until the 1940s.
'--even spilling out when I hold them in my palms .... The size is probably a C cup.'
Lestari regretted sending the maids away. She still needed their help to fetch a mirror to admire her body and face projected in her dream. Although the item might be in the room, in Ancient Java, the quartz sand mirror was not yet discovered. In that era, the most likely material used for mirrors was bronze, but the problem was, she had never seen one, neither in movies nor in real life.
However, no matter.
'With these long, slender fingers,
these hairless, slender hands in this view,
this thick, wavy hair that reaches down to my thigh,
this status as a princess,
this light yellow complexion to this pair of light brown nipples ....
The entire visual in this dream looks so detailed and realistic that it's impossible for me to be faceless right now, right?
Then, considering the qualifications I mentioned earlier, it's impossible for me to have an ugly face, right?'
Lestari then picked up the fallen cloth and walked towards the bed.
'This knot is finally untied.'
Speaking of which, the light brown nipples and golden thighs ... had sparked an irresistible curiosity in Lestari.
'Because there is no mirror or cell phone ....'
Leaning her back against the wall, Lestari spread her legs wide. She stared down at her private parts below.
'The color isn't much different from the surrounding skin, but it's clearly hairless ....
However, these calves are also hairless. Maybe this body hasn't gone through puberty yet ...
or maybe this is the body my heart has always desired. This is a dream and, in any case, there must be an aspect of deep desire.'
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
'What's that noise? Why is it so loud? It's nighttime, time to sleep ....'
'Aahhhh!!!!!'
'Wait, what's going on? Why is that scream so painful?'
"Ban-bandung, aaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
"Ampun, am-"
Swoosh, crunch
Crash
The door, which had been secured in two stages by Lestari, was forcibly opened by a man.
Still unable to process the scene that had happened so quickly, Lestari couldn't avoid the flying debris, luckily, the large pieces of wood were thrown in another direction. Let alone dodging, she was still completely naked.
"RARA JONGGRANG!"
With her eyes wide open, Lestari witnessed the horror in front of her. The man held a blood-stained sword in his right hand, while his left hand carried a head without a body, with the hair!
Blood from the sword and the head dripped as the man stepped forward with frightening calmness. His wooden sandals hit the floor with heavy, rhythmic thuds, as if he was counting down the last seconds of life in that room.
"Aaaahhhhh tulung!"
[Translation: Aaaahhhhh help!].
Lestari's lips trembled uncontrollably before a hysterical scream finally escaped her throat. Her entire body quivered as she gasped for breath. Her instinct to run away from the man was triggered.
However, before Lestari could take five steps, the man had stopped her by throwing the head toward her and ...
it hit her face directly.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!"
Sitting down with her right knee raised, Lestari was trying not to step on the head. The dim light in the room reflected the shadow of the man, who had completely swallowed his frightened figure. She couldn't get up; he was standing right in front of her, not leaving any room for an escape.
"Rara Jonggrang ... apa sing ko pilih?"
[Translation: Rara Jonggrang ... what do you choose?].
"Iki."
[Translation: This.].
When the door he kicked was destroyed and revealed a woman with a blank stare and her small pink mouth slightly open, the man's initial intention to behead her actually faded away.
Especially with a pair of breasts that looked so supple, bobbing up and down in rhythm with her labored breathing.
The slight distance was no obstacle for the man. He was a Kanuragan martial arts practitioner and former prime minister of the largest kingdom he had now conquered, his five senses were even sharper than those of any other Kanuragan practitioner.
From there, the man could scan a secret valley between the woman's quivering thighs, a focal point that lit up his pupils.
Then the woman stood up, displaying the forbidden beauty in the other side. The man was transfixed by the shape of her buttocks, looking so firm and full, forming a perfect and sensual curve. The skin in that area was flawless and a light shade of yellow.
"Mangarep malayu eh ...."
Casually, the man threw the head of his successor. The woman fell into a sitting position with one knee raised.
The most taboo beauty was revealed, radiating a charm that further clouded the man's mind.
The man's Adam's apple went up and down, as if trying to suppress the wild urge by swallowing his saliva.
"Rara Jonggrang ... apa sing ko pilih?"
[Translation: Rara Jonggrang ... what do you choose?].
"Iki."
[Translation: This.].
The sharp tip of the sword in the man's hand was almost touching the woman's neck.
"Utawa iki."
[Translation: Or this].
Click
Sheathing his sword, the man then squatted down. His eyes traced the contours of the woman's face, wet with tears and sweat, mixed with blood. Their eyes met for a moment, before he lowered his gaze to her chin and bosoms.
The contrast with the woman's light yellow complexion created a gruesome aesthetic that triggered a twisted desire within the man.
That man's eyes kept following the flow of sweat and red tears.
Then both of his eyes narrowed, fixed on the secret beauty that only showed a single vertical line. The man's mind was filled with thoughts of opening that slit with his blood-stained fingers, from the woman's people he had killed.
The dim light falling between the woman's thighs accentuated every detail of the delicate folds that were now glistening with cold sweat.
The flow of red sweat and tears stopped, as if it had found its outlet.
That was the man's final limit.
"Amilih apa?!"