Every time love is overturned

Just like some people appear to be ordinary high-IQ scholars on the surface, but in fact they are Kamen Riders behind the scenes, Yukimura does not like to show his superpower alpha side in many places.

Except when he first started using his abilities to play superpower tennis, he would not use superpowers outside of the arena and the dark field.

"Do you like it here?"

The place where Yukimura brought me was his studio, which he bought with his own money when he was in college.Thanks to his work at the foundation, Yukimura has saved a considerable amount of money.In addition to the daily expenses, he has enough energy to bear all the expenses of a personal studio.

Contrary to previous guesses, Yukimura chose an art major when he was in college and decided to become a painter.He himself has a strong talent in this area, so I also support his career choice.As for his illness, he was completely cured a few years ago.

I originally thought that the process of curing the disease would be a very troublesome thing, but I didn't expect that after I gave him rice milk for several courses of treatment, he went to the hospital for an examination and was completely cured.

Although Yukimura didn't say that it was my credit, but after he learned that he had fully recovered and would not have sequelae, he instantly gave me five favorability skill points.The favorability bar is full in an instant. If the favorability is not full, it does not mean the ending. I guess this week will be able to achieve the fastest clearance achievement.

Tonight, he took me to the newly decorated studio, and all the displays inside were also replaced with new ones.I was very moved, because I bought all the trinkets here together with him, as well as the various gifts I gave him since our relationship, all of which were carefully placed in the studio by him.

Even the flowers I gave him on his birthday were made into dried flower specimens, pasted on drawing paper, framed and hung on the wall.

I felt intense emotions surging in my chest, but I just couldn't express them well.But the eyes can't help but want to shed tears. The most important thing is not to say what a precious gift I gave, but to feel the deep love.

Yukimura has been practicing what he has always said, my love for him is his greatest support, so the love that is given back to me will be stronger.

Yukimura wiped my tears with his hand, and said helplessly, "Why are you still crying? I didn't show you this to make you cry."

After being wiped away by him, I sniffed: "Can I open the present?"

"Can't wait?" Yukimura blushed a little, "Then... let's tear it down now."

I have watched Yukimura's paintings, except for the first time when he painted my portrait, I didn't look carefully, and I sat next to him for several times after that.In fact, generally speaking, the process of painting is not that interesting, but Yukimura itself is pleasing enough, even the boring painting process can become itself like a dynamic painting.

Since it is painting, it should start from the most basic steps.First of all, unpack the newly purchased painting tools, clean the paint box, prepare the brushes, and then spread out the painting paper.Then slowly, slowly draw a perfect work.

I asked Yukimura secretly before, if he had ever painted with mannequins, and faced with this malicious question, Yukimura answered very calmly.

"Drawn, and more than once."

"What does that feel like?" As an absolute layman in painting, the question I asked was naturally mentally handicapped.I'm sure he'd be offended if someone other than Yukimura heard about it, but he answered me nicely.

He said directly: "I don't feel much, just like painting an apple vase. The focus is on how to draw better and a deep understanding of the human body structure, and I don't have the time to think about other things."

I oh, and then hesitated whether to ask him if he had ever painted the opposite sex.Of course, although there are few omegas in this world who act as mannequins, it is not impossible.I actually just wanted to ask Yukimura if he ever drew the full fruit of a female omega.

Then Yukimura answered me like this: "Compared to young and healthy models, I would rather draw aging ones with imperfect bodies. Young ones are beautiful, but as a painter, this is more challenging."

This answer is really clever. While answering that I have indeed painted, at the same time expressing my professional attitude, it is really a perfect answer.

"But I never thought of asking you to be my mannequin." Yukimura said while stroking my cheek, "Not at all."

I blushed and asked him in a low voice: "Why? Because I don't have the challenge of painting?"

"No." Yukimura also blushed, as if feeling embarrassed to say this.Obviously I can't stand the straight ball usually, "It's because I don't want to leave your side with anything that can be recorded except my eyes." My paintings see the side of you that only belongs to me, and I will... be jealous to the point of madness."

It's horrible and cute possessive, and I think I can't be better.

In fact, I use hand control. Every time I see Yukimura's fingers, I think about how it would feel if I became the paintbrush in his hand and he took it to paint.How would it feel if I were the canvas he was staring at, seeing him about to paint on it.

I have delusional many times, but this time my secret wish came true.

"...Woo." The painter's hands are applying color, and they are also turning my drawing paper into the look he needs.What filled the room instead of the smell of paint was Yukimura's pheromone, which smelled as good as the air after the rain, with the smell of flowers and grass, which made me unable to extricate myself.

His hands are fiddling with the drawing paper, his hands are using the painting tools, his thoughts are all about how to show a perfect painting, and the root of these is me in front of him.When I think of this, I am so excited that I can't hold it. This experience is completely different from the previous Zhoulu, because I have never experienced what it feels like to be at the mercy of others before.

Yukimura wiped the sweat from the side of my face with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Sorry, it will be a little uncomfortable... But, this is your own choice, so you can't blame me."

"Woo..." I couldn't say anything except blinking. After all, I'm just a piece of drawing paper now, and drawing paper can't speak.If the drawing paper could talk and move, then there would be a big problem.

I never thought that being a drawing paper would be such a tormenting thing, and Yukimura also made my feelings magnified a lot in a particularly malicious way.I remember that his ability is obviously Mie Wusense, but now the five senses are not shielded, but any slight movement makes me feel trembling.

Could it be that his ability has evolved again, and is now upgraded to force my five senses to synchronize with him?

"Don't move around." Yukimura raised his hand to stop my leg that was about to move, and said in a stern tone, "If you don't obey me, I will get angry. Yayoi is a good boy, so I should be more obedient and obedient now Something will satisfy me."

After the painting started, I completely lost the initiative, not only because I was controlled by the five senses, but also because of the large amount of pheromone he emitted.Although the pheromone smells very mild, just like his ability, by the time the problem is discovered, you have already completely fallen into his palm and been firmly controlled.

I feel like my consciousness is melting, and slowly I can only feel his every movement.Even the rhythm of breathing is firmly controlled, and nothing else can be felt in the nasal cavity except the smell of overflowing pheromones.The painter doesn't care what the painting paper thinks, and the painting paper doesn't care whether she will be treated gently or roughly. All she can think about is what kind of beautiful work she will become.

The process of painting is very long, the sweat is constantly overflowing, and the heart beats more violently.Finally I couldn't bear it any longer, and struggled to speak: "Ah... Ashi... I'm a little... I can't stand it..."

And Yukimura was in high spirits at the moment, and he didn't mean to stop painting at all: "Persist a little longer, it will be fine soon."

But having said that, he didn't stop there.At most, it just made me change my posture, which made it a little less difficult.But the hardship is not because of discomfort, it is better to say that it is too comfortable, it is like a sea wave swallowing me completely.

It is indeed the world of ABO, even the most fundamental refractory period does not exist, directly achieving a truly seamless connection.And the physical strength of alpha and omega reached a relatively balanced state at this time, otherwise, with the monster-level physical strength of alpha, it would be really difficult for omega to keep up with this extraordinary speed.

It was only at this time that Yukimura showed me his evil side. I felt that he was originally a DT, so why can he have so many tricks and tricks, and still fit his personality so well.How much homework did you do, and how long did you study secretly to be so proficient!

For some things that even I, an old driver, may not be able to do, he can give suggestions to try without changing his face.Faced with my hesitation, Yukimura directly helped me make a decision.

The reason is also very good: life is too short, so why not give it a try.

Then I was also dizzy by the pheromone fan, and I let him do whatever he wanted, as long as I used it as a "drawing paper" and let him draw.The result is that my drawing paper was turned over and over all night, and I was still drawing until the sun rose.

"No... I feel like I'm going to die..." I wailed as I crawled out, "I really can't... If this continues, I will definitely die..."

Then he was dragged back by Yukimura's ankles: "It's just a little bit short of the last, darling... You can rest after you finish painting."

Until he finally finished painting, I didn't care about my hunger and fell asleep directly.When I woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, and it was already dark. Looking at the sky outside and Yukimura who was smiling and preparing something for me, I think that tonight is probably going to be a remake of the classic.

Sure enough, our painting lasted for three whole days, and I couldn't get out of his studio room.When I opened my eyes, I saw it was night, and when I closed my eyes and fell asleep, it was still night when I woke up. It was a small dark room for three days.

Faced with my pain and happiness, the system asked me: "What is it like to have such a boyfriend who will accompany you to play in the dark house and force. Force. Love?"

I rubbed my sore waist and replied: "Thank you for the invitation, I feel like my body has been. Empty. Empty."

The author has something to say: Refractory period: After the organism responds to a certain stimulus, within a certain period of time, even if the stimulus is given again, it will not respond.

You thought it was wrestling, but it was actually painting! (X)