Rib Flower [Ability]

"elder brother?"

Sayaro trembled as if waking up from a dream.

"Brother, are you asleep? I have something to tell you."

Helo opened his eyes wide in a daze, and hurriedly let go of the legs that were still clamping Sayero's waist.He held his breath and looked nervously towards the door.If the past self saw the present him...

What would happen seeing him and Sayero doing something like this?

The entire time and space will probably be messed up because of this.

"Shh."

Sayero stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and covered his mouth with one hand, for fear that he would make a sound at this time.

"If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. You should go to sleep. Don't delay tomorrow's class. Be obedient."

He raised his voice, using a tone that was all too familiar to him in memory.

Helo stared blankly at the face of the other party who was close at hand under the moonlight, feeling as if he had been in another world. He couldn't help thinking of how much he hoped that there would be a thunderstorm every time Sayero turned him away, so that He had a legitimate reason to get into Sayero's bed and curl up in his warm embrace to sleep peacefully.

"... Oh. Good night."

Hearing the aggrieved and muffled response outside the door, Herlo couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to himself.

But at the same time, he had a vague sense of joy—even though it was really not meaningful to rob Sayero from him.

When the movement outside the door completely disappeared, the atmosphere between them suddenly became unspeakable.

Waking up from the dizziness he had vented, Helo was so embarrassed that he just wanted to dig a hole in the ground, and almost blurted out the secret key to awakening that would allow him to leave Sayero's brain, but he immediately held back.He came so easily, how could he just leave?At least you have to turn out all of Sayeo's underpants to make enough money.

After sorting out his chaotic thoughts, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Sayero. He leaned his elbows on the window sill to support his muddy body, and heard his trembling voice: "How did you judge, the reaction was too fast, right?" ?”

"Still time...and this."

Sayero spread out his palm, and it was the meteorite ring that he took off from his finger, and his voice was hoarse.

"Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and taste eternity in an hour. There will never be another ring like this in the world, except in my past."

"Why? I don't understand." Helo glanced at his hand in confusion. There was nothing on the finger wearing the ring. Sayero took it off at some point.

"You will understand later, Helo." After saying this, Sayero turned and walked to the bathroom.

damn it.Want to escape again!

Helo rushed over in a few stumbling steps, kicked the door open before Sayero closed it, and squeezed in.Sayero walked into the bathtub and turned on the shower, turned the temperature to the lowest, and took a deep breath while leaning on the wall.The cold spray sprayed all over his naked and straight back, making him look like a monk practicing penance under a waterfall. Hero couldn't help but suspect that Sayero's irresistible look a few minutes ago seemed to be just an illusion of his own.

The blood all over his body was hot again, and his legs were shaking.In addition to lust, there is anger.

"Answer me, Sayero!"

The shame was washed away by the anger at this time, Helo didn't know what he was thinking, his head was dizzy, and his heart froze. He simply took off all the open isolation suits, threw them aside, and then walked into the bathtub naked, looking up. Leaning against the wall beside Sayero, staring at him sideways.

Sayero's hand holding the shower visibly froze.

"Don't you want to watch it? You secretly recorded so much with the camera..." Herlo gritted her teeth and sneered, "Now that I'm in your brain, I'll let you watch as much as you want, how about it!"

Seeing Sayero standing there unmoved like a stone sculpture, he leaned closer: "You have raped me for so many years, you must have endured it very hard! Brother? You are a pervert with a good face!"

Before he finished speaking, one of his arms was firmly grabbed, and his body was turned over and pressed against the wall.

"If you know, you should stay away from me!"

There were bloodshot eyes in Sayero's eyes.

"You're just forcing me, aren't you? You want to see me lose control and do something that hurts you?"

Helo struggled stubbornly, his slippery body was writhing in his arms like a fish, Sayero spread his palms and pressed his hands against the wall in front of him, his fingers interlocked and his chin pressed against him At the neck, it looks like a raging lion trying to bite off the fragile throat of its prey.

"I just want to protect you, Helo."

A hard object seemed to be pressed against the tailbone, and Herlo stared at the overlapping palms of the two of them, and shivered.

This pose...

The tooth marks on the lower back were faintly hot, and Helo swallowed, and said with difficulty: "The one who attacked me at that time...was you, Sayero?"

After a moment of silence, he heard Sayero whispering a warning against his ear: "It's good that you know... While I can still control myself, get out of my brain immediately and send me back to the Thorn Heaven, and don't provoke me again!"

"Provoke you? I want it!" Helo suddenly became angry, "I'm afraid you won't kill me? I won't go!"

"Do you think... I really can't do this kind of thing?"

The hot lips and teeth moved from his neck to his ears, and his tone had changed a little.

Sayero clasps his throat with one hand, bites his earlobe and grinds it hard, squeezes his knee roughly into his crotch, and lifts his other thigh with the other hand, like holding a child to pee on him. Hugging him so that he could face the mirror, making him appear in front of his eyes in this humiliating and dissolute appearance.

"You like it when your brother punishes you, don't you? Forgot to tell you, brother is good at it."

A sense of embarrassment surrounded Helo in an instant. He tried to turn his head away, but his chin was firmly held by Sayero's hand, and one leg was lifted onto the sink, making the gap between his buttocks The scene was exposed in the mirror at a glance, and the light on the sink shone brightly on his private parts, giving him the illusion of being tortured, and he couldn't help shaking all over, and wanted to cry a little.

"You don't want to force me away like this!"

Sayero bit his neck viciously like a changed person, and lowered his voice: "Have you ever heard of the CIA's top ten tortures? Huh?"

As he said that, the hand that sheltered him from the wind and rain picked up the shaver on the sink, slowly, inch by inch, along the heels of his legs, and walked across his sparse hair in an almost cruel way. pussy.

The few silver-white hairs were sucked away by the vibrating knife edge, revealing the smooth fat skin underneath, and the erect penis became more abrupt, standing alone between the legs, like a damaged flower bud.

"It's too much...it's too much...Sayaro, I hate you! I hate you!"

Helo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, her shoulders trembled like a twitch, tears overflowed from under the trembling eyelashes, and rolled down her cheeks, forming tear lines.

He loves him so much, he loves him so desperately, without leaving any room for him, but what he gets in return is almost cruel indifference and refusal like deliberately torturing him.

At the moment when he wanted to retreat, the walls on all sides collapsed in an instant, disintegrated into pieces, and then a huge force threw him out.

He opened his eyes in a whirl, and found that he had returned to the surface of Sayero's brain. Those huge groups of memories and thoughts that looked like ancient creatures were floating around him faintly, but when he tried to enter one of them again, they seemed to have something to do. Shrunk far away like self-consciousness, so that he couldn't touch it.

"If you want to drive him away like this, there is no way!"

Wiping away his tears indiscriminately, suppressing the sadness surging in his chest, he closed his eyes, recalling the situation of Sayero the night before he left.Soon, he sensed a series of brain waves with a similar frequency, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a tower.At the bottom of the feet is the glorious night view of the city, large and small aircraft dragging comet-like long fireworks roaring back and forth.

This is the place where Sayero often took him to watch the sunrise and sunset or the night view of the city. Every year on his birthday, he would set off fireworks with Sayero here, but when he was 16 years old, Sayero left him here.

At that time, how could he be so cruel as to abandon himself?

Didn't he always love him so much?At that time, he clearly said that he would only leave for a month, why did he lie to him that he would leave for six years?

Will this be that night?

Climbing quickly along the revolving iron ladder, he inadvertently saw a figure smoking a cigarette against the wall under the roof. He was hidden in the shadows, only the cigarette butt on his mouth flickered on and off, and a pair of wine-red cigarettes were parked beside him. The flying bike—that's Ando.

Yes, that's when.Ando hugged him who almost fell down the stairs.

He looked at the roof of the building and saw two figures embracing each other in the night. He stared blankly for a long time, until one figure let go of the other, turned around and walked towards a flying motorcycle next to him.

"Brother! Don't go—!"

Helo heard his own voice screaming, and then Ando rushed upstairs as he remembered. He subconsciously looked at the wine-red flying motorcycle, and walked over silently.

"Hey! You desperate thief! Come back to me!"

When rushing to the sky, Ando's hoarse roar came from far behind. Hero turned back and pointed his middle finger at him, speeded up, and rushed in the direction where Sayero was going away, and followed him through the buildings. In the maze-like steel forest, he chased after him all the way.In order to be able to keep pace with Sayero one day, he practiced the skills of flying the aircraft in the Thorn Paradise, and passed the first-level pilot examination after countless times of vomiting, fainting, and passing by the god of death countless times.I didn't expect everything to happen.

How could he have thought that this skill would one day be used to track Sayero?