Rib Flower [Ability]

Not long after falling into a coma from exhaustion, Herlo woke up to the sound of splashing water.He opened his sleepy eyes and followed the sound - the door of the bathroom was ajar, revealing the back of the man taking a bath. This picture was so beautiful that it was unreal, almost like a dream.

But this sense of unreality was immediately broken by a surge of urination.

He propped up his almost naked body and staggered to the bathroom door. The moment his eyes passed through the crack of the door, the roots of his ears burned.At the moment of hesitating whether to push the door, the door was pulled open.

Sayero stood in front of him dripping wet, wiping his hair with one hand, and wrapped a bath towel around his waist.

The scene was so powerful that Herlo took a step back involuntarily.

"When did you wake up?" Sayero stared at him meaningfully, "You're not peeping at me again, are you?

"It's just...urgency to urinate!" The "again" immediately burst Helo's shame, and brought back some old memories.He rudely pushed aside the guy who was blocking the door, and turned his back, unaware that this posture happened to expose his horrible ass to the other party.

Sayero closed the door and walked behind him, wrapped him in his arms, and reached out with one hand.

Helo's hairs were all blown up, and Sayero's lips were pressed against his earlobe, and he whispered in that deadly voice: "Pee."

He trembled, his abdomen contracted uncontrollably, and he peed out all at once.

In an instant, he was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it. He turned his head and clenched his fists at the faces of the people behind him. He was pressed against the wall with his arms around his waist.The shower switch was knocked open, and the entangled figures of the two were engulfed in a mist of water.

After a while, Helo was holding the sink weakly, his legs trembling, and Sayero took a bath towel to dry his body. There was no trace of fatigue on his face, and his lower part was half-hard and not soft. The naked and wet back seemed to be full of unsatisfactory heat.

The viscous liquid dripped down the heels of his legs, Herlo leaned on his shoulder in shame, and closed his eyes.

That night Sayaka asked him five times, not counting the time in the bathroom.If it wasn't for Sayero's excellent self-control, he would have killed him alive—even without the effect of the Evil Flower, Sayero's physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, even if he has been strengthened and transformed, it is still difficult to achieve .

If they do get married...

"What are you thinking about?"

The slender and strong fingers that combed his hair slowly swam across his scalp, past his ears, and pinched his earlobes. Helo's scalp was brittle, and he grabbed the towel and wiped his boiling face, revealing only a pair of eyes, and asked in a muffled voice: "Is this... a wedding night?"

Sayero dried the bangs that stuck to his face like weeds, and picked up the razor to shave off the blue stubble on his chin. His charming smoke-gray eyes were half-closed, reflecting his face through the mirror.

"Tonight."

"what?"

He thought he had heard wrong.Sayero pulled him to the full-length mirror, opened the wardrobe on the side, and there were all kinds of men's clothing hanging in it. It could be a costume competition. He couldn't help imagining what Sayero would look like in these clothes, dressed as Policemen, cleaners, waiters, electricians, politicians, and even women.Helo pulled out one of the evening dresses, and chuckled.

"You still wear this, don't you?"

Sayero buttoned his shirt and glanced at it, then nodded without changing his expression: "When necessary."

"Can you wear it for me to see once?"

He put on a pair of underwear, pulled the skirt out, and mentally pictured Sayero in a lady's wig and heavy makeup.He smacked his lips, as if he had completely forgotten the fact that he was being fucked and cried: "It's amazing, I think you must be a great beauty in disguise."

Speaking of which, Herlo turned to his back, propped up the dress with one hand and compared it to his tall body, measured his waist up and down, and took the opportunity to lick the other's waist and hips.

What would happen if Sayero put on women's clothing and asked him to do it?When the tip of his nose brushed Sayero's shawl-shaved blond hair, he couldn't help thinking of this absurd thought, and was taken aback by himself.

Sayero turned around abruptly, grabbed the dishonest guy behind him, and put the backless evening dress on him.Helo pushed him so frightened that he turned over, pressed his knees against the hollows of his legs, and pressed his whole body against the mirror. There was no room for struggle, and Sayero could only let Sayero fasten the belt of his evening dress slowly.He was still half-naked, and the crossed shoulder straps set off his beautiful and snow-white back beautifully.

Not daring to look at himself in the mirror, Herlo turned his face away, a blush spread from the ears to the shoulders.

The tux was only hung on him by a few laces, and there was still a vacuum behind him.

"Who is the beauty now?"

Sayaro slapped his ass viciously and made a loud sound. Hero was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, and roared unbearably: "Enough, Sayaro, I warn you..."

A hard object suddenly hit the tailbone, it was a baton.

"Pretty little guy, you broke the law and I have to arrest you."

The cold baton gently slapped his buttocks, and slowly moved towards his private parts. Helo subconsciously clamped his buttocks and straightened his back. Sayero's hard chest was pressed against him, breathing hot and heavy, and the baton circled a little A little slipped into his ass, rubbing back and forth between his legs.

The mirror surface was blurred by the breathing air, Helo opened his eyes, and vaguely glimpsed the pair of smoky gray pupils in the reflection, like a beast hidden in the mist.

"I have to sentence you to life imprisonment and make you wake up under me every day."

Rough and hot fingers stroked his chin, neck, and went straight into the shoulder straps of the evening dress, one by one.The silk dress slid down from the shoulders, and was barely grasped by the other hand, rubbing his flat chest repeatedly through the sponge of the bra, as obscene as sexual harassment.

"Say...Sayero..."

Helo couldn't help panting, her lower body had already reacted, pushing up the skirt, and her slender legs were exposed outside the hem of the skirt, showing a gender-inverted style.

"Do you want to continue?"

The baton between his legs teased his erection, and Khloe's legs went limp, trying to hide behind the vacuum.But the buttocks were instinctively lifted up, and pressed against Sayero's hard thighs.Sayero bent his knees to support him, one hand reached into the position of the bra to play with his nipples wantonly, and the other hand wrapped around his scrotum, pinching him up and down, which made him tremble after a while stand up.

"Ah... um... Sayero... I don't want to play... I don't want to play anymore!"

Sayero didn't stop, but teased him more and more, as if this wasn't enough, he opened the drawer, picked up a collar and put it around his neck, and then looked at how he was wearing it in the mirror , the depths of the smoky pupils faintly revealed a kind of deep bone marrow...

Satisfy.

That look startled Helo.

The thing on the neck was hard, cold and tough. He Luo looked away, not daring to look directly at the mirror, but touched it involuntarily. An unprecedented panic and humiliation surrounded the body and mind.

Regarding the unknown side of Sayero, he guessed at least one thing——

Sayero is really an S.

César's admiration immediately played back in his ears: Then who did Sayero play these games with, and how many people did he fuck in this room?

His mood fell to the bottom in an instant, he struggled hard, squatted down when Sayero's arms were slightly loose, got rid of his suppression, took off his evening dress, and raised his eyebrows.

Sensing the change in his mood, Sayero picked up the clothes and put them back, picked out a white shirt that looked like a student uniform for the other party, and put it on for him, but was blocked by resistance.

"What's the matter?" The man who turned into a beast a moment ago lowered his eyelids gently, and untied his neck ring slowly, "Don't you like this?"

"Did you... used to be here... used to play this with others?" Helo squeezed out a few words between his teeth, lowered his head, revealing a light red mark on the back of his neck under his silver hair.

"there has never been."

"…Um?"

The dim blue eyes under the messy silver hair lit up again, and Sayero took his hand and stuffed it into the sleeve, and slowly buttoned him one by one.

"I said that the identity here is just a cover, but just now..." His fingers brushed over his Adam's apple and turned down his collar, with embers hidden in his eyes.

"Because I really want to."

Herlo's face flushed red.