Rib Flower [Ability]

who is it?

"Hello! Who's there?"

Holo dressed quickly.Although it was basically impossible for any uninvited guest to enter the hull, the terrifying fantasies that appeared from time to time for several days really made him start to panic.

He touched the mechanical wrist guard on his wrist, glanced at the bulkhead beside him, and froze in his steps.

It was bright red, and it was obviously the handwriting drawn by someone dipped in blood with their fingers. It was a mess, like the handwriting left by a mental patient with extremely confused thinking.

He vaguely discerned "sorry", "must", "suppress"... and a string of vague letters that seemed to be able to be pieced together to form his name, with a heavy drop of blood at the end, which even poked the impenetrable bulkhead. sunken in.A feeling of extreme uneasiness welled up.

At the same time, a muffled sound suddenly came from the front which startled him.

He strode forward with great strides, turning and turning around the intricate interior of the ship with his intuition, only to hear the sound that stopped abruptly just now sounded again nearby, like an emergency from the tail of the warship. Near the exit.

Calming breathing and slowing down, he walked there step by step.

A cluster of pale rays from the searchlight crossed the corner earlier than his shadow, plunged into a tube of thick ink-like darkness in the cylindrical space, and illuminated a white shadow "suspended" on the bulkhead.

When he saw what it was, the light trembled with his wrist, and almost rolled down to the ground first.

God knows what he saw.

Sayero's whole body is attached to the bulkhead, or "embedded" is more appropriate.

The bulkhead centered on his body was smashed back into a large crater, like a huge impact force or a heavy blow caused by gravity.The cabin door opposite him was even more horrible. The gate had been completely distorted, as if...

He had tried desperately to break it and escape.

"escape"?

Why did he go out from here?He didn't have time to think about this question, and the tension was already tearing Helo's skull.

He threw himself in front of Sayero, tremblingly moved closer to inspect his condition, his teeth clenched tightly.

Sayero hung his head weakly, his naked body could not hide under the light of the flashlight, his skin glowed with a cold light close to glaze, and there was no wound on his body.

He gasped in surprise.

Judging by common sense, if a normal person is hit by this kind of impact, there will definitely be multiple open fractures, but Sayero's body looks too intact, so intact that it is falsely abnormal.

Maybe the wound is concentrated on the back and inside?

Helo didn't dare to touch him casually, so he turned his body sideways to check, but Sayero moved his neck at this moment.

"Crack-crack--"

A series of clear bone rubbing sounds hit the eardrums, making his scalp numb. He stepped back half a step, lowered the flashlight intentionally, and dimmed the brightness. He saw Sayero raised his head at an abnormally slow speed. His long hair hangs like a curtain in front of his eyes, and his face is looming in the shadows.

Helo held his breath and stared at Sayero's eyes, and saw that the other party opened his eyes and stared at him from bottom to top. His long and narrow eyes were half-closed, the pupils were extremely small, and there was a vaguely demonic appearance on the edge of the irises. Strange purple, the eyes staring at him intently are like a night creature, revealing bloodthirsty coldness and danger, and if you peek a little deeper, you can find a kind of desire.

The meaning is unknown, but an extremely strong desire.

The nerves seemed to be pulled into a filament in the skull, and the hairs all over Helo's body stood on end.

He took a step back, his shoulders were clamped violently, and his body was pressed against the man's rock-hard chest.

The distance between the faces is no more than a finger, and the breathing is entangled, as if they are kissing——

But he is definitely not in the mood to think about this at the moment.

He opened his mouth, his throat was locked and he couldn't make a sound, the surrounding was strangely quiet, he could hear his disordered panting, being bound by Sayero's heavier breathing, slowly clenched, in this forced A horrifying effect formed in Komi's space, making him unable to breathe.

He didn't know what the other party was thinking at the moment, and what he wanted to do. The behavior of this person who had been with him day and night for several years became unpredictable.

...Will this person who loved and protected him in the past hurt him?

"Sayero? What happened to you?" Helo stared at the eyes that were close at hand, and the long silver-white eyelashes trembled, scratching Sayero's nerves that were stretched to the extreme like feathers.He could no longer respond to the other party with words, and all the functions in his body were used to restrain the manic power in his body.

But that kind of pure provocative power comes from Helo's bones. After time, it is more fragrant than the youthful youth, and more mellow than the adolescence. Even standing in front of him without doing anything, it is like a A dose of aphrodisiacs made him overwhelmed.Sayero forced himself to imagine the other party as the child who hadn't grown up, biting his teeth and holding his breath, with blue veins protruding from his forehead, jumping and jumping.

However, Helo does not have this self-knowledge.Suppressing the rising adrenaline, he raised his hand nervously, wrapped his arms around Sayero's thin waist, and tried to lift him out of the depression.

When doing so, the side of his neck inadvertently approached the other person's face, a pure and seductive deodorant instantly overflowed Sayero's throat, something burst in the blood vessel like a thin layer of ice The layer was broken, and a twisted flower bud emerged from underneath.

Sayero's brain suddenly boiled.He opened his lips instinctively, leaned close to Helo's cheek, and picked up a strand of wet hair with the tip of his tongue to absorb the sweet sweat of Helo.

"Sayaro! Be sober! Do you know what you are doing?"

Helo let go of his hand suddenly, and took a step back. He was so frightened by his almost flirtatious behavior that his voice changed a little.

Sayero clasped the opponent's shoulders tightly, and touched the skeleton of an adult man that grew under the delicate flesh. A fatal impulse gnawed at his heart fiercely, a series of hoarse, vague and inhuman words From between his lips and teeth: "I know..."

"What did you say?" Helo couldn't hear clearly, he raised his head, a long snow-white neck was exposed from the high neckline, and the skin near the ear base was red like a fever.Sayero's unshaven body is attached to his pubic bone, which is really a big stimulus for him. You must know that Sayero even touched him with his fingers during adolescence, which made him extremely shy.

But he's not a teenage kid after all.It's not that easy to scare him like this.He took a deep breath and struggled to free one hand—he didn't dare to punch Sayero like he punched Ando, ​​so he slapped him cleanly.

"Sayero. Look at me." He stared at the other party's eyes in the dark, and said clearly and sharply, but felt the hand on his shoulder suddenly increase in strength.

The evil desire to break out of the cage drove Sayero to pinch the back of the man in his arms with one hand, and embed his fingers in the soft hair. Taking advantage of his height, he lowered his head and put his lips close to the ears of the man in his arms. He shivered in horror.

Helo instinctively wanted to hide, but the back of her neck was firmly held in Sayero's big hands, her head and neck could not be moved, and her tense neck tendons formed a beautiful and graceful curve.

Sayero licked up along that curve, swallowed his red earlobe in one mouthful, sucked hard after biting hard, like a wild wolf that caught a rabbit, fierce and deadly.

This kind of "intimate contact" with the other party that he had never had before made Helo feel stupid all of a sudden.

The scorching heat spread from the earlobe like a plague, and his body trembled unconsciously. It took a long time for the nerve center to issue the command "struggle"-Sayaro would never make such a move under normal circumstances, worrying Seeing the possible wounds on the opponent's body, Hero didn't dare to use force, so he could only bend his elbows and shake his body, but Sayero leaned forward, throwing him into the hatch behind him.

"Sayaro..." He tried to catch the other person's gaze, his expression still forced to be calm, but his chaotic voice revealed the panic in his heart, "What's wrong with you?"

The only answer to him was Sayero's cold panting.His body was as heavy as a collapsed mountain, his back arched, and the shadow cast by his body completely enveloped him inside.