Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

"Hmm?" His breathing gradually became steady, and his golden pupils looked even brighter against the sunlight outside.

"How about begging me?"

Wei Lan was breathing rapidly and was almost suffocated by him.

But seeing him smirking at this moment made me even angrier, I wanted to break his neck and kick it like a ball.

It goes without saying that the "he" he was referring to was Al. I was already frightened after hearing him call Al a waste.

Now, because of what he had done, he was even more furious. He was so angry that he was shaking all over and spitting:

"You think he'll be like you!!"

“Get out of here—!!”

Richard said simply: "No."

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his bitten lips with the tip of his thumb. Finally, he put his hand on Wei Lan's lips, opened his mouth, and reached inside.

"Why wouldn't he be like me...what about me?"

Wei Lan stretched out his hand to resist the push, but found that his movements were too light, so he had to bite down hard, until he felt that he bit his bones and his lip marks were embedded in his flesh, but he still didn't move at all.

Instead, he let him bite him. Richard just narrowed his eyes, clamped his struggling hands, and reached for his neck.

Wei Lan was bitten hard on the neck, without any gentleness, domineering and ferocious, as if a wild beast wanted to leave its mark.

Richard narrowed his eyes, loosened his lips, and smiled toward the courtyard below:

"How do you know what's in his mind?"

Al below opened his eyes wide, closed his lips tightly, clenched his fists together, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"Hiss——" Wei Lan's entire arm including his collarbone couldn't help but tremble. This biting method was not as skillful as that of a vampire.

The teeth pressed in completely, digging into the flesh, causing his mouth to loosen in pain.

Before he could respond, Richard raised his bitten finger and complained.

“It hurts, sister—.”

"Get away from me, I'll fuck you!" He once again hadn't uttered a few words when Richard grabbed his arm and pulled him. Then he heard the sound of curtains being drawn.

The last trace of a smile disappeared behind the goose down curtains.

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"Al Ryan!"

Al saw the curtains being drawn tight, his brows furrowed instantly and veins bulged on his forehead. He raised his foot and ran back, but was stopped by his father again.

King Leon was already filled with anger, "What are you going to do now!"

"Father, please go first! I have something to do!" With a snap,

Laith took two steps forward and slapped him hard, cursing under his breath.

"You bastard, don't you think you've lost enough face today?!"

The remaining few words Al said were strangled in his throat. He immediately felt a burning pain on his cheek, and his trembling fingertips penetrated deeply into the flesh.

My nose felt sore and my eyes were red, but not a single tear came out.

He lowered his head, turned around and walked back into the castle.

"You don't even listen to me, right? If you dare to take another step back, I will ask them to send you back first! I tell you, this is your last chance."

Came the intimidating voice of King Leon.

A few dozen meters ahead, King William, who had pretended to help King Leon before, had just deliberately changed the subject and encouraged everyone to go back and continue watching the circus performance.

He had only walked back less than 20 meters when he stopped, as if looking for another opportunity.

King William pretended to be surprised and exclaimed:

"Oh! My ally! Even if he lost, you shouldn't beat him like this. He is your own son after all. How could you have the heart to do that to him?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked over here.

"My oldest son Richard is only a few years older than him, and Al is still a young child, so this is no big deal."

King William pretended to comfort and acted like a good father, and he used the word "talent" quite cleverly.

Others couldn't hear it, but King Ryan saw it clearly. When he first arrived, he was the center of attention. King William was very concerned about him. Which country didn't fawn on him?

Now, just because of such an incident, he was stepping on my head, so of course I would not accept it.

King William never complained about his talkativeness.

"My dear eldest son is really rude. He treated such a young crown prince of Iris Kingdom so harshly."

"Alas..." he sighed, "But don't be afraid of me saying too much, this sword is blind when it moves--!"

"Haha - King William is right." King Ryan was furious, but he agreed with a smile.

"I just think my son is too impulsive, that's why he got angry. It would be bad if he hurt Crown Prince William."

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Wei Lan staggered when he was pulled, and the other party let go of his hand instantly. His feet leaned forward but had no foothold, so he fell into the person's chest.

At the same time, the light behind me was reduced by half, and my eyes became dark in an instant. Before I could adapt, I was held tightly in someone's arms again.

"So proactive, sister?" he said.

Take the initiative, you ancestor!

Wei Lan cursed in his heart. The simplest and most direct way to deal with anger is to "take action."

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and hit forward with all his might.

I thought to myself that today it's either you die or I live. He is a man after all. Something like this happened today. I feel suffocated just thinking about it.

But his fists were flying everywhere in a disorderly manner.

The girl on the other side didn't seem to want to be hit by him again and dodged very quickly. Wei Lan punched and kicked her, but the hem of her skirt got in the way and he wished he could tear the skirt to pieces on the spot.

Not being able to hit him made him even angrier, and he waved his arms in anger, but he didn't expect his front foot to step on the hem of her skirt and hit the edge of the bed.

He stumbled and fell face first into the soft blanket. He turned around and tried to get up quickly, but someone held his hands down and pressed him down.

Richard leaned over to his neck, exhaled hot and moist breath, and said in a deep voice with a smile,

"You can't fight anymore. There's a dance tonight.

Could it be that my sister wants to attend the event with so many traces left?"

Damn it!

"Let go!" Wei Lan struggled and twisted his hands, cursing out all the dirty words he had learned in his life.

"********, otherwise I will chop off your hands sooner or later!"

But these words had no effect on him at all.

The corners of his lips curled up frivolously, and the meaning of his smile was unclear.

"Okay."

"But when did you learn these words?"

Wei Lan was really going crazy. No matter what he said or did, the other party didn't waver in the slightest. Instead, he became even more excited.

His upper body was unable to move and was pinned down hard by him, so Wei Lan had no choice but to raise his foot to kick.

But he quickly grabbed her ankle, and his broad palm slid forward, pressing down under her thigh and stopping.

The temperature of the hands is far different from the temperature there.

Wei Lan trembled all over and froze in place.

"Fuck, what are you doing!!"

Richard laughed softly, the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, with a temptation that was almost death.

"What are you thinking about? Sister..."