【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Dotore really never came to find the girl.

Indifferently, as if the person who pressed the girl down and kissed her on the experimental table yesterday was not him.

Although the basement is secure and private enough, it has one drawback - except for the clock, there is no way to tell the time.

And Dotore is not a person with a strong sense of time. The only clock is only hung outside Dotore's laboratory.

He just checked the time and didn't care what he was doing.

The girl said to herself in her heart, and then walked towards the laboratory.

Dotore was actually conducting experiments.

What's the meaning--

Could it be that you thought you were disturbing his experiment?

Once this thought came to mind, the hair all over his body drooped down instantly, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped his whole body.

The girl suddenly lost her thoughts and courage to move forward, and retreated with hands and feet.

Dotore, who seemed to have been preparing experiments in the laboratory, looked up at the clock on the wall and the slightly stiff figure at the corner.

"...That's almost it."

Dotore placed the test tubes on the shelf, and when he took off his gloves, he saw the test tubes that had been broken in the chaos yesterday.

After yesterday's chaos, both of them forgot about this thing.

Dotore sighed and knelt down to pick up the pieces.

In fact, this is not a reagent at all, it is just plain water and pigment.

no way.

Even Dotore couldn't stabilize his Taoist heart under the entanglement of the beauty.

Even though he looked calm and cool on the surface, in fact, he looked like a girl all day yesterday.

God knows how much emotion he poured into that last kiss yesterday.

today--

Dotore lowered his eyes and slowly placed his hand on his chest.

He used some methods to investigate the girl's previous affairs.

Her love seems to have been given to many people.

Dotore's eyes were scarlet, now full of gloom.

He was jealous, mad with jealousy.

"Jealousy" is a rare emotion, no, it almost never appears in Dotore.

He has always had high confidence in himself and never paid attention to what others had.

It doesn't matter, as long as he wants, he can get everything he wants.

But this situation is different, completely different.

He was already being led around, and he couldn't hold her at all.

Yes, he had planned this event for a long time.

He wanted to see her get close to him, but also wanted to see her scratching her head because of him.

It seemed like this was how he could feel her love concretely.

There was a sound of pushing the door open, and Dotore saw the girl huddled up on the bed, wrapping herself in the quilt.

He chuckled and gently pulled out the girl's face:

"Aren't you bored?"

Maybe she was angry, maybe she hadn't forgotten that she was still in the gambling game, but she didn't respond. She even closed her eyes because she was afraid of being shaken.

"Pfft."

Dotore couldn't help but smile.

Without him, the girl's expression always reminded him of the words "heroic sacrifice".

"Did I kiss you?"

As if unintentionally, Dotore spoke again:

"It's eleven o'clock now."

The implication is that-

If you still want to win, you can only follow my actions.

The girl's competitive spirit has been taken care of, and she really hasn't made any moves at all.

Even though Dotore was extremely provocative in this kiss, the girl actually held it back.

Dotore was not annoyed - after all, this was exactly what he wanted.

There are not many moments when you can be domineering like this.

Little by little, he pulled away the quilt that was tightly wrapped around the girl's body, and Dotore's ungloved fingers gently pressed on the girl's white and slender neck. The force was not too light, causing a small piece of the girl's soft skin to sink.

The girl's outfit today is a babydoll with an elasticated neckline. If she wants, she can wear it straight across the shoulders.

This double-wear design was very convenient for Dotore. When he noticed that the girl was very competitive, he was already pulling down the fabric on the girl's shoulders.

By the way, many of the girl's current clothes were actually chosen by Dotore.

Anyway, a girl's aesthetics is very broad, and she looks good in whatever she wears.

Although Dotore's movements were natural, they were still too sudden for the girl's current state.

Although her body Dotore has been seen many times, after confirming the relationship——

Really never.

Something dirty flashed through her mind, but it was hindered by the victory that was so close at hand and a little bit of anger.

Just ignore him.

But the girl's little thoughts have already been expressed in her body.

Now, even her lightly exposed shoulders were glowing with an attractive pink color.

Dotore paused briefly, glanced at the girl's already red face, and said with a smile in his voice:

"Still not moving?"

"Then can I continue?"

Very well negotiated.

It would be better if you don’t move your hands during the discussion.

The slightly cold fingertips touched the warm shoulder, and the girl shuddered subconsciously - but according to the rules, this kind of subconscious physiological reaction was not within the scope of "reason".

So Dotore can still do whatever he wants.

He leaned down, his breath spraying on the girl's shoulders and even her collarbone, causing goosebumps to appear on the delicate skin.

The girl almost screamed, but she held it back.

It's just that his breathing uncontrollably became hollow and hot, and it also sprinkled on Dotore's face and ears.

The hot wetness fell on the skin, and it did not stop, but invaded the girl's personal domain inch by inch.

The loose fabric kept escaping from the girl's body, barely able to cover the girl's hurriedness and shame, and could only hang on her defense line.

"...the size is perfect."

At this time, the girl had no intention of distinguishing whether Dotore was talking about clothes or something strange. She even forgot about the outcome. She quickly pulled out one hand to cover her chest, while the other hand held on to the clothes and wanted to take them off. Lost collar:

"Dotore!"

Opening his eyes, he looked into Dotore's smiling eyes that were stained with lust.

"Are you paying attention to me?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched the girl's red and hot earlobe.

The girl's watery eyes stared at him. She turned away and thought of something again:

"what time is it?"

Dotore shrugged:

"I do not know."

"Why don't we go out and have a look together?"

The girl let out a "hum" from her nose. As soon as she stretched her sweaty legs out of the quilt to reach for the slippers under the bed, Dotore picked her up into his arms——

In the position of holding a child.

"Dotore!"

The girl was startled at first and hugged Dotore's neck tightly. After reacting, she quietly hit Dotore on the shoulder, but helplessly, this kind of force was too much like a kitten stepping on milk for Dotore. .

Dotore ignored the shy and annoyed girl and stood still in front of the clock:

"Ah - what a coincidence."

The girl was in Dotore's arms and looked behind her.

It's quite unfortunate.

Now, exactly, it's half past eleven.