black queen hypothesis

Under the same night, some people are so worried that they don’t know what to do, some people swear to their hearts to protect their significant other, and some people are angrily cursing the culprit who put them in such a bad situation that they have to hide .

"...That damned old fox, I'm going to be asked to do this kind of thing." Smits sat in the armchair, holding whiskey on the rocks in one hand, his long legs shaking impatiently, "Since he doesn't If you plan to make a move, why waste your time here?"

It was just him and another young man in the room.The man had gentle eyes and stood beside Smitz with his hands down, as harmless as a newborn lamb. "Let's see how other people react...the governor said he has a plan."

"He always has hundreds of plans!" Smits snorted coldly, and made a motion similar to "rolling" with his empty hand. "How many years has it been? Hasn't he met a good time?"

The man opened his mouth, but closed it without saying anything.

As a qualified super S-rank sentinel, Smitz certainly captured this tiny reaction. "Why, you think I'm wrong?" He stretched out his hand—the man bent down obediently, letting his chin be clamped relentlessly—"I know what Norma sent you to me, Kang Wave."

Hearing this sentence, the man named Kang Bo trembled, as if he had been stung by a poisonous needle. "Of course not. I'm your guide now," he added without much hesitation, "one of them."

"Oh, as long as you know." Smits sneered.He kneaded the other's cheeks until the fair and delicate skin was flushed with a pitiful blush. "Which things should be done and which things should not be done, don't I need to teach you again?"

Kang Bo immediately shook his head.

This finally made Smits feel better.He pointed at himself, and Kang Bo understood and knelt down.

The sound of sticky water soon resounded in the dark room.The fire in the fireplace was flickering, and the shadows of the two people were drawn to the wall, like a demon with its bloody mouth open.

Smits squinted, the lack of bright light did not affect his vision at all, and he was satisfied with what he saw—the corners of Compo's lips were tense and red because they were too full. "It would be great if every guide was as well-behaved as you..." He said abruptly, "But if that person is like you, it probably won't be attractive to me."

Compo knew who "that person" was in Smitz's mouth, and he also knew that "that person" had completely aroused Smitz's desire-the evidence was some liquid that had just shot into his mouth.Under normal circumstances, Smits' endurance is amazing, and it will never come out after half an hour, but now it has only been 10 minutes...

Smits is really not happy.After another 5 minutes, he was still sitting there lazily, with Kang Bo on top of him, with his legs wide open, naked, heaving up and down with all his strength, trying to please the tyrant with the inside of his body.

In this matter, reluctance has long since become secondary.In fact, Compo better do it.Because his spontaneous bonding heat cycle was approaching; only the bodily|fluids of the bonded Sentinel could temper the heat.

However, this need is not mutual.Few people know that Smitz is a real dark sentinel with a wide range of pheromone compatibility.For some special reason, not only did he not have spontaneous binding heat, but he also did not have sudden binding heat.These factors add up to create a sentinel that can "bind" the wizard multiple times——

The difference from general binding is that this "bound" combination of spirit and body is not unique to Smits, but it is to Kang Bo.You know, the governor let him as a guide with Smitz originally to monitor Smitz's every move; but the problem is that Smitz is a complete lunatic!

Compo dared to think so only when Smits was clearly lost in his own thoughts.He bit his lower lip, not wanting to show that he already knew he was being used as a stand-in.

Because of his absent-mindedness, Smits didn't last long the second time.When Kang Bo got up on his own initiative, he came back to his senses and stared at the liquid winding down the inner thigh of the opponent without shame. "It's finally useful..." He smacked his lips, "Women can still get pregnant, it's too troublesome to deal with."

It can be said that these words hurt people among the last sentinel guides, but Kang Bo didn't react at all.He cleaned himself skillfully, but when he bent over to get dressed, he was penetrated viciously from behind again.

"...Hmm!" Kang Bo managed to suppress the painful exhalation into a short exhalation.Smits likes to be sadistic, and if he shows weakness, he will be tortured even worse.

"Know what to say later?" Smits pressed against his back while viciously torturing his chest and ears.

Kang Bo was pushed against the edge of the table, as if the feeling of being torn from the inside broke his voice: "Know...know."

Smits hooked his lips. "Tell me first."

"Fitz Lear has been attracted by the target," Compo panted heavily, trying to restrain his urge to grit his teeth and endure the pain—because that would be discovered by Smits, and the result of being discovered can be described in terms of consequences—" The entire Lear family is hopeless, it is best to send some more people to Sils Maria."

Thinking of something, Smitz's complexion instantly became grim.Not only because Fitz, who treated him impatiently, was able to get close to Vilas, but also because Silvio got ahead of him. "Those sentries!" he exasperated.

As soon as Kang Bo heard it, he knew that Smitz had committed an old problem—as a dark sentinel, Smitz believed that he was a species independent of ordinary people, sentries, and guides, and was better and higher.Under this cognition, all guides are only worthy of carrying his shoes, and all sentries are only worthy of kneeling down.

Smits just wanted to vent, not respond. "And that guide..." he said, gnashing his teeth completely, "has the audacity to refuse me, he has no idea what awaits him!"

What else did the other party curse afterwards? Kang Bo's memory is vague, because he was numb from the pain.By the time it was over, he was slumped, feeling like an overused rag sack.

Naturally, Smits turned a blind eye to this. "Remember what you just said," he ordered mercilessly, "I don't want to hear Norma pointing again."

This is not a good job, but Kang Bo must follow. "What if the Governor finds out that we didn't quite follow his plan...?" he asked carefully, refraining from stating certain facts—

Smitz's body modification was completed on the main star of the Giants; and Norma is also Smitz's nominal adoptive father, the kind that is not disclosed to the public.

"It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not." Smits slowly zipped up his trousers, and adjusted his mask, which was not crooked at all. "Don't forget, we are robbers." He sneered, as if evil flames were burning in his light golden eyes, "Bandits don't speak logic, and of course they don't speak credit."

Throwing the words away, Smitz left the room.Kang Bo lay on the ground for a while, and got up after recovering from his breath—if the fireplace hadn't been extinguished, he might have been lying for a longer time.After putting all the clothes back on his bruised body, he returned to his usual docile but dull face——

If Fitz Lear knew that the person Giant sent to join him was the notorious pirate leader, he would definitely be more cautious;

If His Majesty the future emperor knows how the pirate chief covets him, he will definitely find himself a bound sentinel as quickly as possible (like Vilas, Kang Bo firmly believes that death is better than falling in Sri Lanka) Mitz in hand);

If the Giants know that Smitz has reached the level of the Dark Sentinel they want, then the governor will definitely not send him to Smitz to do useless work;

And if he was not sent by Norma to Smits, then...

Compo shook his head.He clearly knows that he is a chess piece, and it is not good for a chess piece to think and know too much.There are no ifs in everything, all he can do is try to protect himself.

The undercurrent rolled and surged like black and rotten sludge, but no one saw it on the bright side.

When Vilas woke up, he felt that he had slept well.This kept the happy smile on his lips, and it still didn't fade when the four of them came——

Pure white slim military uniform, with gold epaulets, tassel ribbons and fine gold buckles; on the left chest is a Grand Cross, Sword and Star Shield, which can only be worn by the emperor of the empire, and the end of the ribbon is the rose star representing the royal family The belt draws out the neat and graceful lines of the shoulders and back, and then puts on the high leather boots... The whole person is solemn, tall and straight, yet handsome, and it is impossible not to catch people's attention.

"Tsk, I finally found out that you have indeed inherited the queen's beauty." Harford leaned against the door and teased, "If you always dress up like this, I might be dazed by miniatures, Your Highness!"

"I don't know how to describe it," Fernandez's eyes straightened. "Maybe I should agree with Harford."

Sieg reacted much calmer than the other two sentries. "how do you feel?"

Vilas didn't mind his companion's ridicule at all, and only smiled slightly: "Obviously I should say, there is nothing better."

Sieg laughed too. "I think so too." She watched the servants put Vilas on a well-made white satin and gold thread cloak, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "If you want to conquer the entire interstellar world, just wear it like this, and let them see— enough."

"At this time, I will take everything you say as a compliment." Vilas's smile widened.

Fernandez couldn't take his eyes off Villars at all, and asked in disbelief: "...Isn't this a compliment?"

Harford explained dryly: "It's really not." He spread his hands, "Because it's the truth!"

Fernandez was reassured that Harford was right, and he couldn't stay like this any longer. "I have to go first," he muttered, slipping out against the corner of the wall, "If this goes on, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it..."

Rarely, Harford feels as deeply as he does.Sig shook his head amusedly, told Vilas to pay attention to his neck for a while - the crown of Saint Dios used for coronation is very important - and followed the two out of the door.

Laughlin was the only one sitting upright in her place.Vilas read what she had to say, and quickly sent the servant out. "Don't you have a word to say to me today?" He asked deliberately.

"Of course." Laughlin nodded and shook her head again, "but after seeing you, I forgot what I wanted to say."

Vilas chuckled. "Then what do you want to say now?"

Just hearing this sentence, Laughlin knew that she had been seen through by the other party. "You've already bonded with a Sentinel," she pointed out bluntly, "it's clearly not the last time!"

"You are very sharp." Vilas still smiled.

"I'm a guide," Laughlin pointed out bluntly again, "and you didn't bother to hide it from me. What happened these days, that is to say," she bit her lower lip slightly, "that sentinel is A guest here, right?"

"You can say that name directly." Vilas still smiled.

Laughlin looked at him, her eyes flushed unexpectedly. "You really...?" She seemed to want to ask "Do you really like him", but turned a corner halfway: "Will he always treat you well?"

"You shouldn't be asking him that question."

Before Vilas could reply, such a sentence came from behind, and Laughlin was inevitably taken aback.She turned her head abruptly, just in time to see Silvio, who was dressed in a neat black suit but shouldn't be here, striding towards him. "—you should have asked me directly."

"I still wonder when you are willing to show up." Vilas also looked over, with a little teasing in his tone.

Laughlin looked left and right, the sadness just now turned into astonishment. "you……"

Silvio didn't let her finish her sentence, or he managed to scare Laughlin again with his actions.Because when he was two steps away from Vilas, he unexpectedly half-knelt down, lifted the other's left hand, and solemnly kissed him.

A little bit of heat spread from the place where the skin meets to the whole body, and Vilas didn't intend to withdraw his hand.He wants to ask you what to do, but in fact, he can guess Silvio's plan just by looking at it——

A crystal clear crystal box suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, in which a platinum ring inlaid with ice colored sapphires was shining; and those familiar black eyes looked at him from bottom to top, full of affection and firmness——

"Marry me, my dear majesty."

The author has something to say:

## The good news is that Silvio proposed and succeeded; the bad news is that the author, I have to ask for leave for seven days~

It's a rare long vacation, everyone should relax!Happy National Day, I love you =3=