After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

When I woke up, I was momentarily dazed.

The curtains block the light from outside, and the interior is extremely dark. The wardrobes and other furniture in the bedroom are basically black, and the floor is covered with scarlet carpets. The design of the whole bedroom is cold and depressing, which is not my favorite type at all. .

I found that I seem to have forgotten something.

...For example, who am I and where is this place.

Although I have forgotten my name and identity in the past, I vaguely remember that I should be a person above ten thousand people... After all, when I was trying to remember, a sentence "Long live my emperor" suddenly popped up in my mind, it seems that someone called me "His Majesty".

Oh, it seems that I used to be a big man who was admired and powerful in the world.

Although I don't remember who I am, my instinct tells me that I... no, I, should be the real dragon emperor, the ninety-five supreme.

The kind that people often kneel on the ground and shout "Long live my emperor".

Thinking of this, I rolled over and got out of bed, only to notice that I was wearing a close-fitting white nightdress, which was neither too long nor too short, just covering my thighs.

...My intuition tells me that the clothes I was wearing before amnesia are definitely not this one.

I walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. It was dusk outside, and I saw a quiet sea. Occasionally, one or two white gulls passed by the sea, and then quickly disappeared into the sky. in my sight.

Although the bedroom decoration is not my favorite style, but the scenery outside the window is my favorite.

I took a deep breath and planned to change clothes and go out to have a look.

I opened the door of the closet and found that there were countless black suits and white shirts neatly hung inside...men's models.

well.

I watched it calmly for three seconds, quickly closed it, and then opened it again.

Still neat men's suits and shirts.

I slammed the closet door back shut, feeling the need for silence.

There are only two possibilities: the first possibility, I was a person who liked men's clothing in the past... but the suit size is much larger than mine, and it is definitely not my clothes, so there is only the second reason... this is A man's bedroom, and I'm here for some reason.

Now the second possibility may be a little more likely.

Just when I was wondering whether to make do with these clothes first, I heard rustling noises from the bedroom door.

Someone came in.

I looked over vigilantly. The person who came was a tall and thin young man, wearing an old black long coat, the same black suit and white shirt as in the closet, and an old red scarf around his neck. His black hair was fluffy and slightly curly, his left eye was bound by a white bandage for some unknown reason, his eyes were a beautiful iris color, and the only remaining right eye looked at me without blinking.

"who are you?"

"Dazai, Osamu Dazai." His eyelashes trembled, reminding me inexplicably of a butterfly flapping its wings when it was dying. "Xiao Shang, why do you ask that? Are you going to play some new amnesia play?"

What play?What the hell? ?

I frowned: "So you know me? Then who am I? Why am I here?"

"You are Huang Shang, we... have a very close relationship, so you sometimes come to live with me for a while, and we have done a lot of happy things here," he whispered, "Xiao Shang, you really... Have you forgotten everything?"

...happy things?What the hell? ? ?

I squinted my eyes and walked a little closer. This man named Osamu Dazai was nearly a head taller than me, and I had to look up slightly to look at him.

... a little upset.

He seemed to feel my displeasure, and slowly half-kneeled in front of me, looking up at me, his movements can be called meek.

Docile and harmless.

This is what he was trying to pass on to me.

I stretched out my right hand and pinched his chin, he raised his chin in cooperation, rubbed my palm, and stared at me.

The moment I met his iris eyes, I saw my reflection in his eyes.

you are my only.

There was a slight expectation in his eyes, and he said so.

"Intimate relationship...?" I slowly raised the corners of my lips, "What kind of relationship?"

"Xiao Shang," his throat rolled, "I am one of your lovers..."

What the hell? ! !

I almost couldn't hold back my expression, what did this guy just say? ! ! !

lover? ! !

When will I have an extra lover out of thin air when I am so innocent and a big girl with yellow flowers!Also one? ! !What the hell? ! ! !

"Xiao Shang," his voice almost murmured, "you won't abandon me, right...you said you would love me forever..."

He held my free other hand with both hands, and stuck it to his face. The whole person is like a clingy black cat, actively showing its soft belly to its owner, hoping to please the owner, and let the other party stay with him around.

"I've lost my memory," I said calmly, "I won't believe a word of it unless you prove it's true."

His iris-colored eyes flickered, and finally he slowly revealed a harmless smile, and said softly, "Xiao Shang likes to face me the most, and says he likes to see my expression when I'm crying, and you still like me to call out, let me call It must be pleasant to listen to, and you also like to play various games, such as blindfolded, forced..."

"Stop, stop! Stop talking!" I quickly stopped him. God knows how much perseverance I used to run away without turning around. What's even more frightening is...my intuition told me that what he said was [-]% true.

forgive me! ! !I'm just a poor little amnesiac! ! !I don't want to get involved in the mess before amnesia! ! ! ! !

My intuition tells me that this guy has a sense of disobedience, but I really can't figure out where the disobedience comes from...

"If you still don't believe me, Xiaoshang..." He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on one of the audio files, and played it.

"Ah...Xiao Shang...um...take it easy..."

"Ha... use your strength..."

There were bursts of blushing voices from inside.

"Turn it off!" I hurried to grab his phone, delete it, and turn it off, all in one go.

Osamu Dazai looked at me innocently: "Xiao Shang, you prefer to record when you are doing it, and then listen to it often, have you forgotten?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, calm down...be sure to calm down...he's not talking about me...I lost my memory...I'm not that scum...

When I couldn't see, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Just when I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm down, I suddenly felt wet at the fingertips that were pinching his chin. A soft, moist and hot object slowly grazed my fingertips, and penetrated deep into the crevice. In my eyes, I was horrified to find that the other party was half kneeling on the ground. My left hand was held by him and pressed against his face. Twist your tongue carefully.

I was so scared that I immediately withdrew my left hand, but he held my right hand firmly with one hand. His tongue nimbly swept every corner of my fingers, and finally licked and kissed my palm, causing my whole body to tremble unconsciously. , his other hand began to slowly undo the tie, and then the top button of the shirt, revealing the somewhat pale skin that was usually covered up.

"What are you doing?!!" I broke my voice in shock.

He tilted his head slightly, with just the right amount of confusion in his eyes, "Didn't you plan to play like this, Xiaoshang? You also said that if you don't play like this, you can go to Zhongye..."

I ain't I don't! ! !

I almost yelled like a groundhog, but I finally restrained myself and asked calmly, "Who is Zhongya?"

Osamu Dazai paused when he undressed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit bitter: "...your new lover."

His coat had already slipped off, and his suit and shirt were completely unbuttoned with his soft ending sound. He half-kneeled there, looking up at me, with affectionate eyes, "Xiao Shang, I will be very obedient and obedient. Do you want to treat me well?" You can do anything, so don't abandon me, okay?"

I gasped, took a sharp step back, and bumped into the wardrobe.

Help, I can't stand it anymore! ! !