black queen hypothesis

This is a real kiss.

At the beginning, Silvio was violent like a storm and had no rules; when Vilas tried to hook the rampaging intruder, the tip of his tongue touched, the two of them paused, and chased each other tentatively; then they became acquainted , kissed deeper, the surface of the tongue slid across the palate and the teeth, so eager that the gums also felt numb; the ambiguous sound of water gradually echoed in the room until——

"Snapped!"

The sound of something breaking.

Vilas came back from his lost mind, and realized that Sylvio not only hugged him, but also reached his waist from the hem of his shirt, and the thin calluses blew up small, numb electric currents; while he was panting unbearably As he spoke, his hands wrapped around Sylvio's shoulders and neck at some point, so that the glass he was holding fell to the ground.

"The rug is too thin," he murmured, slurred by the movement of their lips against theirs. "Maybe we need a new one."

Silvio agrees. "Well, the thicker the better."

The two were still very close, and the other's breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard.But amidst the hesitation, no one took further action.Slowly, as the turbulent lust faded away bit by bit, the atmosphere began to turn into embarrassment.

Vilas was the first to remember what they were scheduled to do.Was there any special movement nearby just now?

Hearing this question again, Silvio was almost helpless.Are you expecting me to just get distracted?

There are two suspicious directions in these words, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes more embarrassing.Vilas pursed his lips, and waited for his breathing to calm down before breaking free from the embrace that was no longer too tight, and stretched out his spiritual touch while getting up.what about now?

Sensing the other party's actions, Silvio was almost at a loss for words.He also removed the sensory barrier - no... no, Smits just left!Your twelve o'clock direction!

However, Vilas failed to capture the mental image that should exist. "One-way mental shielding," he began to frown, "he targets me, and even more targets you."

Silvio looked up at him. "How to say?"

Vilas could not help but glance at him. "Smitz should know that without you, I would not be able to recognize the Yin-Yang butterfly by myself. In other words, even if his spiritual guide appeared in front of me first, it was to show you deliberately." He paused, a little Hesitation: "Do you have a personal grudge with him?"

"Personal grievances?" Sylvie thought for a moment. "It didn't exist before," he stared fixedly at Vilas with burning eyes, "but now."

Vilas' eyes widened.There was no personal grievance before, but now?Regardless of his status as the prince of the empire, what Smits likes is his ability to surpass the S-level guide; could it be that Silvio also... If he understands correctly, the personal grievances that Silvio mentioned are rivals in love!this……

how can that be!

Even though he had some hunch earlier, Vilas was still taken aback. "You..." He paused for a moment, still completely unbelievable, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"It couldn't be more clear." Silvio replied without hesitation, and at the same time gestured behind Vilas with his eyes. "And I should have said it earlier!"

Things like the Federation, the Empire, and the Dark Sentinel flooded Vilas' mind, but he couldn't say it.Because when he turned around, he saw a completely unexpected scene——

Silvio's white lion was squatting by the low table, motionless like a statue.If you look carefully, you will find that its body is abnormally stiff, and only a pair of light blue eyes are trembling slightly.Because it was trying to look up, with a terribly nervous expression on its face (God knows how he could read expression on a lion's face!).

And above, just above its head, the silver-throated gray-blue tit is jumping around happily, with its long tail up and down, pecking at those half-standing fluffy manes from time to time, as if it wants to make a nest in it... …

Terrible!

Vilas leaned his forehead in embarrassment and bowed his head, completely unable to look directly at Silvio's meaningful smile.You've lost all your face, Milag!

After such a commotion, the supper couldn't be eaten anymore, and the two went back to their rooms to wash up.Vilas took a quick combat bath, but paid special attention to rubbing the back of his neck and waist twice.Wait until you brush your teeth and wash your face in the mirror——

As expected, the lips are red and swollen, and there is a conspicuous tooth mark on the neck...

Vilas rubbed his face vigorously, not caring that it was squeezed into various strange shapes.He expected that Silvio might not be able to control himself, but he didn't expect that Silvio would not be able to control himself in the end—to be precise, Silvio seemed to accept the "highly compatible sentinel guide" without much struggle. Born to be together" setting, a lot of foreseeable obstacles have been left behind by Mr. President.

On the contrary, Vilas is now full of thoughts of death.He had admitted early in the morning that Silvio was not annoying, and this not hating had just been proved to be attractive just an hour ago.But no matter how strong the physical tension is, they can't just be together like this!

However, you have responded to him just now; not only that, but you are quite enthusiastic...

Thinking of this, Vilas was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to press his head into the cold pool to wake up.Well, if it's not necessary, he won't go out for three days!

Just after making this decision, there was a knock on the door, and there was no need to guess who it was.In fact, Vilas is very reluctant to see the target who has just fired a gun, but he avoids it as if he is afraid-this is absolutely not allowed.

Silvio knocked three times and waited a while before the door slid open.When he saw Vilas in pajamas, with a large lapel deliberately covering the bite marks, he felt a little regretful—even though he was here to deliver wound medicine. "This is for you, paint it three times a day."

Vilas took the small medicine bottle and stared at Sylvio again, seeing the regret properly, and was completely convinced that the other party "has no good intentions".However, he is not bad at acting. "Thank you."

Sylvio could see this thank you with a skinny smile, but he only thought...cute? "Cough," he hurriedly suppressed this dangerous thought—it would be bad if Vilas read it in person—"be prepared, Smits should take some action in the near future."

"Huh?" Vilas' attention was successfully diverted, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Whether he believes it or not, something did happen to us." When he said "something did happen to us", Silvio's throat inevitably went dry, but fortunately it was not obvious. "In order to prevent you from being truly bound to me, he must take action."

At first, they deliberately distributed fake news through the reception to attract the attention of Smitz; Smitz would definitely not believe the binding of the federal president and the imperial prince, which involves vital interests and must be checked in person; The signs of danger do exist, so don't we have to do something?

Vilas deliberately ignored the ambiguous words and snorted lightly. "Why do you think I'm waiting for you to come back tonight?"

Talking to smart people is so easy, Silvio couldn't help smiling. "Then you have a good rest. Good night."

"……Good night."

When he was lying on the bed, Vilas still didn't understand, when did he and Silvio start to say goodnight to each other before going to bed?He thought he would have a sleepless night of tossing and turning, but he didn't know whether it was because the sentinel's perfectly timed pheromones soothed him, or because he was overwhelmed by surprises, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a black and sweet Township.

Meanwhile, an abandoned underground air defense facility in Capiter.

Due to years of disrepair, the place is dark and damp, filled with rancidity, and occasionally a cold wind blows through it.The walls are covered with water stains and moss of different shades. Occasionally, rats squeak and squawk, and the hoarse neighing of unknown animals echoes horribly in the alley.

A person so dark that he was almost lost in the night suddenly appeared at the entrance, and the dim streetlights cast a long strange shadow.But the shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye, because the man rushed in quickly.

The depths are unnaturally quiet.The man accurately avoided the rubbish and puddles accumulated on the road without making any sound.When he got to the bottom, a dim candle light lit up almost at the same time as he knelt down, reflecting two ghostly black iron masks—the mask of the man holding the candle was carved with messy flying feathers, and the The face of the newcomer was a ferocious crocodile.

"Dear Anubis," said a respectful male voice from under the crocodile mask, "Amit is back."

There was no movement in the deeper darkness.

The man who called himself Amit turned his head and saw the woman wearing the flying feather mask nodding slightly, before continuing: "Amit has already found out the enemy's movements."

"Go on." The darkness finally answered.The voice was deep and slow, but there was a lifeless coldness in the majesty.

"Our enemy has a new target." Amit replied cautiously, "Just follow that target, and we can wipe them all out!"

This news can be described as ambiguous, but Darkness only cares about one detail: "How long will we have to wait?"

"It is estimated that it will not exceed three days, esteemed Anubis."

"Very good." The darkness moved silently, and the crocodile mask and the flying feather mask immediately lowered their heads at the same time. "Since they are so impatient, let's send them to the god of death as soon as possible!"

As if knowing the occasion, the candle flickered and went out when the sneer sounded.In the last moment of its luminous existence, a black iron mask of a jackal that lacked expression to the point of chilling flashed away.