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

Although Wanderer spoke forcefully - at this moment, he felt that he was the one being tightly held.

Whether it was psychologically or physically, he was so hooked that he couldn't bear to leave.

"what......"

The wanderer straightened up and pulled off the coat that was hanging on his forearm, which was a little obstructive at this moment. His beautiful purple eyes were narrow and possessive, and he used his eyes to plunder inch by inch. The skin of the person beneath you.

This is extremely straightforward, without any concealment, and can even be said to have a primitive animalistic look, like the inevitable night, chewing the day bit by bit.

"......Um?"

The girl met the wanderer's gaze and did not feel offended. Instead, she moved the white hair scattered in front of her to her shoulders with a touch of coquettishness. A slightly playful smile appeared on her face, and she spread her shoulder blades. Show your body openly and openly.

"hiss--"

Faced with the girl's generous attitude, the wanderer suddenly fell into a disadvantage.

His pupils shrank, and his eyes stayed on the girl for a moment, and then he looked away as if he was waking up from a dream. Without thinking, he closed his eyes on the girl's important parts with one hand and chuckled:

"Ha...what, Miss Rogue is not ashamed at all?"

"Hmm - it might be more convincing for Mr. Stiffy to take your hands away first."

The girl smiled and took the wanderer's hand away from her chest:

"This is my body and I love it, so I also think it's beautiful."

The girl raised her hand and gently straightened the homeless man's face:

"So, I am also happy to show it to the people I love."

"..."

The Wanderer lowered his eyes, gently pressed his fingertips on her shoulders, followed the movement of her collarbone, slowly moved to the girl's chest, and finally stopped in the center of her chest:

"Here - is it a birthmark?"

It was a pink square mark, which was being carefully rubbed by the wanderer's fingertips, causing some intense itching.

The wanderer seemed to notice something was wrong and frowned:

"No - it's a scar?"

After saying that, the wanderer himself was stunned:

"Who hurt you? Disabled your self-healing ability?"

"Ah - this, it's me."

The wanderer obviously did not intend to discuss this topic in a hurry. Although his beautiful eyes were still filled with passion, his calmness prevailed at this time:

"Every time you deal with siltation, it's a wound you inflict yourself, right?"

"At that time... I was a little unhappy... I was a little sick - don't ask..."

The girl put her hands around the wanderer's neck, slowly pushed him down, raised his neck, and kissed the wanderer's lips carefully.

"Well," the wanderer's eyes were confused for a moment, but he immediately regained his clarity and asked the two to separate with a somewhat tough attitude, "Are you trying to hide it from me?"

The wanderer's eyes darkened - the thought just popped up and made his acid water flow uncontrollably.

The story of her past - someone else was involved, someone else was driving it, someone else was even there throughout.

But he didn't even have the right to know.

"Ha, that's right. After all, regarding our savior, how can I, a sinner, be worthy of-"

"No!" The girl covered the wanderer's mouth to stop him from finishing his words, "It's not a particularly remarkable thing, nor is it a happy memory."

"And at that time, I - I was a little too squeamish... There are many people suffering in this world - eh!?"

"Ha~"

Looking at the girl's reaction, the wanderer smiled with satisfaction, softened his expression, lowered his head and kissed the girl's cheek and lips, soothing her out-of-control expression at that moment:

"Look, you are very squeamish now, and you want to make any movement like - well..."

The lips were blocked by something softer than a hand. It was probably the work of someone who finally felt ashamed.

Okay, okay - let her go for now.

They are and will all be immortal and even immortal.

The mortal past is only a moment, how can it be worth the present moment when the sun and the moon alternate.

"Ah, Miss Rogue is so savage——"

The homeless man pulled on the black tights that were torn and loose. There was still a vague pain on his back. He knew who the "murderer" was without even thinking about it, but these scratches should be considered very shallow marks. .

After all, it had made her anxious several times, but she bit it without hesitation.

But he didn't bite less.

The wanderer put his hand on the girl's neck, and followed the bruises left on the girl's skin bit by bit.

"This...will stay with you for a long time, right?"

The wanderer sat cross-legged on one side, supporting his head, with a smile on his lips:

"It will still be there until next time, leaving new traces -"

"Huh?" The girl's half-closed eyes were forced to open when she heard the Wanderer's words, and she softly held the Wanderer's hand that was wandering around her body, "Next time?"

The girl's voice didn't know whether it was tired or intentional. It sounded like it had a small hook on it, soft and crisp:

"Mr. Stiff-laced, have you just finished and are you thinking about next time?"

"Ok?"

The wanderer held the girl's hand behind his back and rubbed and kneaded it carefully. His usual aggressive tone was now entangled with ambiguity and tenderness:

"If Miss Rogue is in the mood, now can be 'next time'."

"Ha~" the girl yawned, "I really can't tell who is the real gangster now."

"Hmph," the wanderer raised his hand and pulled up the quilt on the girl, "Have a good rest, I... will watch over you."

"No...you stay with me," the girl's eyes had closed uncontrollably, but she still had the strength in her hands to pull the wanderer's body down, "I want you to stay with me."

"… clingy."

So a certain person who said he was clingy, but actually had a smile on his face, lay down on the girl's bed obediently:

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Huh? What?"

"Just squeamish——"

"Well," the girl pressed her face to the homeless man's chest, "there is too much suffering in this world. If you think about it carefully, maybe my experience is nothing, but at that time I was still——"

Recalling the bad things, the girl's whole body tensed up unconsciously, and she subconsciously crawled into the arms of the people around her. The wanderer was keenly aware of the girl's physiological instinctive reaction, so he held her with his hands. It broke her back, interrupting the girl's memory in time:

"Get some rest, good morning, and good night too."

"besides--"

The wanderer lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead:

"It's okay to be squeamish."

"Suffering is never big or small, so——"

"Even the savior is qualified to suffer."