One of the flight attendants soon hurried over to stop Kayson. “Sir, we're on a plane. What do you think you're doing?”
Unfortunately, Kayson felt so much discomfort that he couldn't be bothered about decorum. He pushed the flight attendant away and continued stripping and rubbing himself against the seat. As one would expect, the other passengers were dumbfounded.
To Kayson's surprise, the itch suddenly disappeared when he took his pants off. That was also when he noticed the charm stuck to the back of it.
A fresh swell of rage instantly rose in Kayson as he shot Flaxseed a menacing glare. There was no doubt the latter was the one behind it.
“Ha! Who knew that old geezer would turn out to be a charm master? I'll skin him alive once we get off the plane...” Kayson said through gritted teeth before putting his clothes back on.
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