[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

This sentence was said quickly, as if it was just Ibaraki's own illusion for a moment, he blinked, and the two sides quickly ended the hug, and then the Quidditch players held their trophies and took pictures with the professors.

Holding the trophy, Yaodao Ji couldn't suppress the joyful smile on her face at all. However, in order to show the majesty of the captain, she had to put on a straight face and show a serious expression. Toad, who was whispering to Yamahasa, and Ibaraki-Douji, who was a little absent-minded.

The principal that the professors spoke of, Shuten-douji was too similar to the Shuten-douji in Ibaraki's memory. Ibaraki thought vaguely, maybe he summoned an SSR in his dream yesterday?Or did his best friend also enter this demonic dungeon together?

He took a group photo with the other team members and sat back at the dining table. Now the students around him were no longer whispering about Quidditch, but the new headmaster. Regarding his name, About his appearance, about the close relationship between him and Shuten-douji, until the principal finally stood up, briefly introduced himself including the name, and bit the pronunciation of the second word quickly, It was vague, and it sounded no different from Shuten-douji.

Ibaraki was even more suspicious. He subconsciously felt that the other party should be the Shuten-douji he knew, but he could only know if he had tried the other party's strength with his own hands. He saw that the other party had hardly eaten anything. After drinking a glass of wine, he put on his clothes. He took off his coat and left in a hurry.

Ibaraki also quickly settled the dinner. He handed the trophy to Shantong, beckoning him to help take it back to the dormitory. The demon sword girl thought that he had something important to leave, and told him not to forget the party in the dormitory at night. Yes, Ibaraki responded casually, and left from the small door next to the auditorium, but when Shuten-douji finally put aside the matter of Shuten-douji and crossed the crowd to look for the trace of Ibaraki-douji in Kanoya, he found The other party left long ago.

Ibaraki clicked on his map immediately after going out the small door, and followed the map's instructions to the so-called principal's office on the seventh floor. He passed through countless automatically erected stairs, and even a door was set in a mirror to absorb the rainwater. The armor was heavily pressed on him, and water droplets kept dripping from the cloak behind him, but Ibaraki didn't care at all—his attention was now focused on the identity of the other party, until the map Reminder that he has reached his destination.

It was the end of an empty corridor, and the grand vermilion door was closed tightly. Ibaraki took the map back and tried to knock on the door first.

The wooden door creaked open.

Ibaraki probably imagined that he would see a place similar to Yan Mo's office, but behind the wooden door was a yard he was all too familiar with.

In Danba City, it is rumored by the monsters that it is like the palace of the Dragon God, where Shuten Doji lived, along the Oe Mountains, but the place where they finally lived in the so-called palace was nothing more than a spacious courtyard with stone scenery. , stone bridge, dry landscape, startled deer, double cherry blossoms in full bloom on a moonlit night, and a few adjacent rooms.

The rooms and courtyards that he and Shuten-douji smashed were originally planted with miscellaneous trees, but because of the whimsical suggestion of his subordinates, the Yaezakura planted again was probably also caused by the two demons fighting, and the branches and leaves were destroyed. At least, Ibaraki stepped on the stone path in the garden. He was so familiar with all this that he could almost pass through the courtyard with his eyes closed, but he was so unfamiliar with it because he hadn't returned to the demon world for many years.

In his memory, the end of the stone road happened to stop outside Shuten-douji's room. Ibaraki walked around the last bend, and the first thing he saw was sitting on the floor of the corridor with a Ghost Gourd, Shuten Doji holding a bowl of wine in his hand.

Shuten-douji drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, glanced up and down at him, frowned and asked, "Ibaraki-douji, what are you wearing?"

If it hadn't been for his reminder, Ibaraki looked down at the Quidditch protective gear on his body, and would have thought that he had returned to the past history of the demon world, but Ibaraki still took off his heavy cloak and protective gear, leaving the last Inside the uniform shirt comes with trousers.

Shuten-douji patted the vacant seat beside him, and motioned for Ibaraki to come over. There was no further communication between the two parties. Shuten-douji poured a bowl of wine for Ibaraki. Demonic, the liquor is bright red, and the fragrance is sharp.

Even the taste is exactly the same as in memory.

Ibaraki sat next to him, and the two sides drank bowl after bowl, and even couldn't be satisfied with the status quo in the end. The wine bowl in Shuten-douji's hand fell on the stone in the courtyard and smashed to pieces. He took a few sips of the ghost gourd and threw it to Ibaraki.

The two demons sat on the promenade, looking at the sky above, from the darkness of the afternoon dusk, they saw the moon rising in the demon world, the silver light falling, the wind swept the cherry blossoms of the Yae Sakura, and they were swallowed by the ghost gourd.

In the end, Ibaraki was a little exhausted from drinking. He fell back and lay down on the wooden floor in the corridor. The coolness seeped into his shirt, but he still couldn't suppress the alcoholism and anger emanating from the inside out. heat.

He tidied up his remaining rationality, turned his head and asked Shuten-douji who was still sitting beside him, "My friend, why are you here? Or some kind of principal?"

The Jiu Tun boy, who was facing away from him, put down the ghost gourd in his hand, and put it somewhere. Before Ibaraki could ask any more questions, his shirt collar was grabbed, and he was taken into custody with him. up.

Shuten-douji's words were mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, and he sprayed his face unscrupulously. Ibaraki pressed Shuten-douji's arm with his left hand. It was not difficult for him to see that Shuten-douji was a sign of bad temper, but Unexpectedly, the first sentence the other party asked him was just like this.

"Ibaraki Doji... who the hell did you sleep with?"

Ibaraki innocently and subconsciously blinked at him.

There was a name on his lips, but he felt that it was ridiculous to say it, but Shuten-douji's fingers tore his shirt, and pressed down along the marks that hadn't faded.

"Here... here... Ibaraki-douji, what did you say to me over and over again, have you forgotten?"

"Give your body to my master... what have you done now?!"

Shuten-douji held down Ibaraki's hand instead, and now the two monsters are no longer the same size when they were the same age, but the difference between a mature man and a boy who is about to enter adulthood but is still a boy. Ibaraki was pressed in the cold On the floor of the corridor, Shuten-douji grabbed him with one hand, and shackled his neck with the other hand. His fingers stroked the skin of the neck, and then stayed for a moment at a not so obvious bite mark under the earlobe.

Ibaraki had some difficulty breathing, he was forced to look into Shuten-douji's furious eyes, his brain was half downed by the ghost gourd's wine, but it was inappropriate to think about how many times Shuten-douji stared at him with anger like this, Maybe it was when he offered to go to the human world, or when he persisted in asking if he was a close friend, but when talking about a close friend, he remembered the emotional problems that the guiding shikigami had analyzed for him earlier.

Probably influenced by the young Shuten-douji, Ibaraki always felt that the other party was going to kiss him in the next second, but he quickly denied his thoughts.

In reality, Shuten-douji did not have this kind of emotion or desire for him. He has always had unspeakable thoughts about Shuten-douji, but he used to place all of this in the name of a close friend Now, all actions can be explained by his admiration and following Shuten-douji, and after experiencing the crazy and direct confession of the young Shuten-douji, Ibaraki found himself somewhat sadly reacting.

His gaze slid down Shutendouji's naked upper body, and he quickly retracted his gaze. The man above his body was undoubtedly the most perfect and powerful monster he had ever seen. The figure, the monster power matching the skill, everything is attracting him.

Shuten-douji asked him again about the source of the marks on his body.

Ibaraki felt that he might not have the patience to ask for a third time, but this answer did not satisfy Shuten-douji, Ibaraki hesitated, but squeezed out the answer from his pressed throat.

"...Ask yourself, Shuten-douji, who the hell am I sleeping with?"

The next second, as an expression of his satisfaction with this answer, Shuten-douji tore the rest of the shirt fabric, and the buttons flew out following his movements, rolling down on the thick carpet.

--carpet?

The scene of the courtyard and the promenade disappeared, and returned to the tip of the wand thrown on the desk. Ibaraki only felt the warmth behind his back, and looked away, only to find that he was sitting on the soft chair behind the desk. Inside, there are probably only a few seats, and the back is against the smooth edge of the chair, and the two legs have no place to rest. As the only tool for maintaining balance, they can only be placed on the waist of Shuten Douji and clamped tightly. took it.

Shuten-douji backhanded to signal his wand to fly into his hand, he cast a binding spell without hesitation, conjured up a belt, bound Ibaraki-douji's left hand to the handle of the soft chair.

Ibaraki Doji looked at him in shock, as if he couldn't understand why he would use this power from another world.

Shuten looked down at Ibaraki Doji.

Ibaraki Doji, who was still a young man, was naked from the upper body. The young man's abdominal muscles had already felt a little subtle, but still had soft flesh. The shirt on his upper body had been torn, leaving a pair of trousers, which were tightly fastened. It stretched his waist and abdomen, leaving imaginative lines that penetrated into the lower body.

And the same dark red hair color as him.

Jiu Tun has never regretted so much before. He regrets that he did not follow Qing Xingdeng's advice. He was capricious and procrastinated. He regretted that his former self took the lead. He was not used to using the power of this world. He threw it aside, he pressed Ibaraki Doji's face, forcing him to look at him.

"Ibaraki Doji."

In that merciful yet knowing tone,

"Uncle Ben is giving you one last chance to confirm one thing - are you crazy about Uncle Ben?"

However, before Ibaraki Doji answered his words, the office door behind him was blasted open by a dozen crazy cutting spells, among which there should be many powerful destruction spells that can only be found in the restricted area.

Accompanied by the remains of the wooden door, the short-haired boy angrily stepped into the office.

"Don't fucking even think about it!"

The two Shuten-douji faced each other, the older one glared at the younger one, feeling that he saw a look of disdain in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Ibaraki: Is it you or you or you!Just fucking sleep with you!

Xiaojiutun: Don't even think about doing anything to him—oh, you haven't done it yet, tsk tsk#论少年的动力#

In fact, it is quite easy to distinguish between large and small wines.

It's better to save face than to attack the body. Of course, it's not a problem to attack the body [Bah Xiaojiutun is passionate and strong. A young man with good energy ten times a night is not a dream [Bah Ibaraki: I think I'm very dangerous...