Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen was lying on the bed and fell asleep. He had a vague feeling that someone had entered the room and turned on the light. He was staring at him with cold eyes.

Han Sen woke up slowly from his sleep, squinted his eyes slightly, and saw the white light in the room falling on his eyelids, and the smell of cigarettes seemed to be very familiar in the room, Han Sen himself never smoking.

Realizing that all this is real, Han Sen who was sleeping soundly woke up suddenly, and said vigilantly: "Who?!"

Han Sen sat up quickly, turned his head and saw Nietzsche crossed his legs, sitting on the sofa beside his bed, looking straight at him.

Seeing that it was Nietzsche, Han Sen quickly woke up and looked at Nietzsche in a daze.

The man was wearing a black low-necked shirt and black boxer shorts, with a cigarette between his fingers, his red hair was wet against his cheeks, his red lips were tightly pressed together, The dark green eyes stared straight at Han Sen, and there was a cold light in those eyes.

The bright light above the head falls directly on Nietzsche's fair cheeks, with a strong and weird sense of beauty.

"call--"

Han Sen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking, who would sit beside his bed silently in the middle of the night, except Nietzsche, a pervert.

However, Nietzsche rarely appeared in Han Sen's room.

"Mr. Nietzsche, what's the matter?"

Han Sen quickly lifted the quilt covering him, got out of bed and made Nietzsche a cup of coffee.

Nietzsche stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, took a sip of coffee, then looked straight at Han Sen and said, "The person who came to see you during the day is called Shen Zui, right?"

Han Sen nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen coldly, and said lightly:

"I don't find him pleasing to the eye."

Han Sen was taken aback for a moment, and quickly explained:

"Mr. Nietzsche, intoxication is my friend, we are just friends."

Han Sen knew in his heart that although Nietzsche looked noble and handsome, he was definitely a bloodthirsty, violent and unscrupulous guy. Killing someone was nothing to him, just like crushing a mouse.

His long-fingered hands were stained with blood.

At this moment, Han Sen saw killing intent in Nietzsche's eyes. Nietzsche was not joking.

Nietzsche turned to look at Han Sen:

"You don't want to?"

Han Sen shook his head:

"No, I'm not reluctant."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen, then slowly got up from the chair, sat by Han Sen's bed, then patted the seat beside him and said, "Sit here."

Han Sen sat down cautiously, putting his hands on his knees neatly.

Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's chin and said coldly:

"Why, I think you are worried about him. You seem to have a good relationship. Are you very 'close' friends? Have you slept together?"

"How? What the hell are you talking about?"

Not everyone likes to sleep with men as much as you do.Han Sen thought sullenly in his heart.

"speak politely!"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen with a displeased expression, his expression a bit hideous.

He doesn't like anyone being disrespectful when talking to him.

Han Sen quickly restrained the expression on his face, and said in a respectful and careful tone:

"No, Mr. Nietzsche, I have no abnormal relationship with him, just friends, really just friends, he has a girlfriend himself."

Nietzsche's straightforward Han Sen seemed to think for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice:

"If you can help me kill someone, I will believe in you, and I will never go to trouble with that drunk. By the way, I will show your focus on me, and I will rest assured of you when you are by my side in the future."

Han Sen was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Nietzsche and said:

"who?"

Nietzsche pursed his lips and smiled silently:

"You go out with me the day after tomorrow. I will let the judge grant us parole. In two days, we will kill that judge Charlie. He has made me very unhappy recently."

"But only people who have been in prison for two years are eligible for parole."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen without expression,

"I said you can and you can."

Han Sen nodded, thinking the same thing, the judge and the prosecutor have been bought by Nietzsche, so what's the point of being released on parole for two days.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you don't cause intoxication, I will do anything."

"Is it?"

Nietzsche stood up as if he was about to leave, then turned around and slapped Han Sen on the cheek.

Han Sen accidentally fell on the bed, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

If it weren't for his powerlessness now, he would definitely use all the methods he could think of to torture this perverted thug, Han Sen thought viciously, and used his imagination to delay Nietzsche countless times in his mind.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen indifferently, then took off his clothes slowly, looked at Han Sen and said, "Get up and have sex."

Han Sen nodded silently, took off his clothes neatly, then knelt in front of Nietzsche, supported Nietzsche's leg with both hands, buried his head, and put it in his mouth.

Nietzsche looked down at Han Sen who was moving, and said in a deep voice:

"I said hello to Karl (the warden), and I said that you are no longer working with me. The prosecutor and the judge's investigation team who conducted the parole investigation on you were all bribed by me. Then you just need to shut down obediently." Just use your mouth, don't talk nonsense to those people."

Han Sen snorted to show that he understood, and then continued to swallow deeply in the way Nietzsche liked.

"So what about government bureaucrats, they're just a bunch of whores who take money to sell their meat."

Nietzsche snorted very disdainfully.

In fact, Han Sen knows that everyone in the prison knows that he works with Nietzsche, but if Nietzsche tells the warden that he is not his man, then the warden can only pretend that Nietzsche is not his man, as long as he does not work with Nietzsche When it comes to relationships, he is still a good young man with integrity.

Nietzsche grabbed Han Sen's hair and pulled Han Sen onto the bed, then stood by the bed and looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen hastily moved his hands a few times, "I'm ready, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche hummed, and supported Han Sen's shoulders and sat up heavily. He seemed to like this position very much. Han Sen raised his head and saw the faint joyful expression on Nietzsche's cheek.

Han Sen snorted softly, then supported Nietzsche's waist and pushed it up in simple terms. Nietzsche's slender fingers pinched Han Sen's shoulder tightly, and Han Sen pressed Nietzsche's waist and slammed into it.

"Well……"

Nietzsche, who had always been relatively silent, suddenly let out a low snort.

Han Sen raised his head and found that Nietzsche's cheeks were slightly rosy, and his red lips were slightly opened.

Han Sen lowered his head and gently kissed Nietzsche's chest.

As soon as Han Sen leaned up, Nietzsche suddenly came back to his senses. He probably felt comfortable, so he stretched out his hand and pressed the back of Han Sen's head tightly. Han Sen continued to suck hard, and felt Nietzsche's body tremble slightly. for a moment.

Han Sen accelerated the frequency to the top, helping Nietzsche reach the high point smoothly.

After the first round, Nietzsche pressed Han Sen on the bed and did it again, and it took a long time, as if he was venting some emotion.

Han Sen has been carefully trying to figure out Nietzsche's thoughts. He probably knows that Nietzsche is very unhappy because of what Judge Charlie did, so he has a very bad temper.

If Nietzsche said it couldn't end, Han Sen would stick to it until the end. Because it took a long time, Han Sen endured it very hard. It was really hard.

Men who have sex for a long time, either have physical problems or are very experienced-doing so much that they are not as sensitive as they started.

And Han Sen is not an experienced young man, he has only had this kind of relationship with Nietzsche, so prolonging the time of intercourse is also a major test for him.

When it was finally over, Han Sen got up and wiped Nietzsche off the water stains on his body, then got out of bed to help him put on his clothes, carried Nietzsche who was smoking back to his room, put him on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him After smoking, covered him with a quilt and turned off the light, then turned and went back to his room.