captain migraine

Bakir strongly stopped the incorrect posture of holding the person on his shoulders or in his arms, and lifted Megal from the bed. Caesar frowned, and the first sentence he said was: "... Smell It looks like it’s really going to be rotten.”

Lake: "Tsk tsk, scum."

Bakir: "Tsk tsk, beast."

Even from the corner of the eye, he didn't even bother to give these two trash a glance, he pulled the sheet and wrapped the person in his arms, the captain swaggered away like a crab.

The door of the medical room was very roughly closed with feet. On the way to the captain's cabin, the well-trained and careful crew members consciously covered the rain cloth. Only the heavy rain coming in from the sides of the ship could be noticed. At this moment, the sky is probably pouring rain like God kicked over the footbath.

Caesar turned sideways, his tall body blocking the incoming raindrops.

"Don't play dead when you wake up." He said flatly, "If you play dead again, you will be thrown into the sea. It's very windy tonight."

"I'm a patient." A hoarse voice sounded like being cut by a knife. In the man's arms, the black-haired young man lazily opened one eye, "I think I smell good, do you have a masculine smell? Look Look at how bad you are talking about me, it's like I was just fished out of the pickle jar."

"The rag in the pickle jar smells better than you."

The man replied blankly. At this time, he was already walking easily on the stairs leading to the third deck. McGarr closed his eyes again, and the sea breeze mixed with moist breath was blowing on his overheated face, which was very comfortable. ——He even wanted to stay on the deck for a while... Well, this is out of the basic needs of a patient, definitely not a girlish desire to be hugged by the princess for a longer time, absolutely not.

But soon, they were back indoors.

Putting McGaller on the sofa in the captain's cabin, the man rang the bell and ordered two buckets of hot water from the sailors who caught up. He then reached out to take off McGaller's clothes—to be precise, tearing off his clothes.

"Slow down, can't you take it off properly?" The black-haired young man with limp hands and feet, who was tossed to death, said helplessly, "You tore the clothes to pieces."

"If it breaks, it will break. Are you going to wear it forever?" The man snorted disdainfully, "Is this kind of clothes worn by humans?"

"Isn't this what I wear on my body? You are not a fucking human, ah, you don't need pants—hey..."

"What are you covering, it's not like you haven't seen it."

"What's the matter with this very proud tone?"

"You heard wrong."

With a blank expression, he raised his hand and threw away McGarr's pants—there was no underwear, and it had already been turned into pieces when he was in the cell.At this time, the door of the captain's lounge was knocked, and four sailors came in carrying a large bucket of hot water. They poured the hot water into the tub in the bathroom, and when they came out, one of the sailors looked I'm particularly embarrassed: "Captain, the hot water is not enough tonight, some of it was sent to the medical room by Bakir, but if you insist on two buckets of hot water..."

"No need." Caesar interrupted him, and said kindly in a rare tone, "Go out first, everyone has worked hard tonight."

It seems that they did not expect to pass the level so easily tonight, and the four sailors ran away in a hurry.At this time, McGarl staggered up from the sofa, with soft hands and feet and bare buttocks, with a perseverance that he didn't know where he came from. He was in the posture of crawling to the bathroom, shaking his mouth. Edge said, "I solemnly and formally refuse to use your second-hand bathwater, Captain."

Caesar glanced behind him twice, the two white butts made the captain dumbfounded.He wiped his face, told himself to be patient, and with his long legs, took two steps to catch up with McGarr, and hugged him horizontally.

McGarl exclaimed very girlishly, and then teased in a good mood: "Don't touch me, I'm naked now, if you touch it hard, you will be responsible."

"Shut up," said the captain.

The bathroom in the captain’s lounge is different—it’s not so much a wooden barrel as it is a wooden bathtub. McGarl was surprised to see such bathing equipment on the ship. Put it on the ground, like someone who is seriously ill and completely fine, jumped down with a joyous plop——

The water splashed all over Caesar.

"..."

Reminding himself that this is a patient again, suppressing the strong desire to drag him over and beat him up, Caesar's face was paralyzed, and he pulled a bath towel from the shelf at hand, it got wet in the bath, he took off his clothes, Start wiping yourself—

slam-la-

"..."

When the person in the bath who hadn't seen hot water in 800 years started splashing water on his face, the captain finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the bath towel to his feet, stretched out his long hand, and pinched the various poses in the bath to look like He was about to swim up the jaw of a young man who was going back and forth, dragged him to the side of the bath, and moved his head slightly with his big hands. Sure enough, the bandage just wrapped was completely wet with water, and the wound was soaking lightly. A circle of pink.

"Water got into the wound, didn't you take your brains when you went out?"

With a gloomy face, the man let go of his jaw, put one hand on McGaller's shoulder to keep him from moving, and looked around as if looking for something. Finally, his eyes stopped on a small corner by the bath. Inside the small square box, I stretched out my hand and easily grasped the brand new, unopened wooden box. In my hand, I squeezed the exquisite box easily, and squeezed out a milky white solidified object from inside.

The scent of roses hits the nostrils.

He picked up a handful of water and soaked the handmade saponins made of animal fats and plant essences in his hands. He picked up one arm of Megal and began to rub mud on it with rough hands and feet.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." McGarr said the shit out of being rubbed almost to the point of peeling off.

"You have no right to resist," the man lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said flatly, "Because I don't believe in your IQ anymore."

"..."

Inexplicably, McGarl, who was personally attacked, was lying on the side of the bathtub, almost crying out of excitement—although being served and bathed by the captain himself sounds bad, but at this time, he actually hopes to have a gentle The soft girl with feet came to serve him.

When Caesar frowned and quickly cleaned McGarr from the chin down to the waist up, McGarr's whole body was sore, as if he had been beaten in disguise.Raising his fragrant arm and looking, he was horrified to see a pinched bruise on his arm—McGarr was very sure that at least this bruise didn't exist before he stepped into the tub.

"Put your butt up." An impatient order from the captain came from above his head.

Reflexively, McGarr buried his butt even deeper in the water.

Caesar: "..."

McGall: "..."

After a strange silence, the man snorted, stuffed the animal fat into McGall's hand, and he started to take off his clothes, as if he didn't see that the whole face of a certain black-haired young man turned into "( ⊙o⊙)", he stripped himself off generously, and his strong and perfect muscles were completely exposed to the water vapor in the bathroom. With one step of his long legs, the water in the bath violently turbulent, Caesar was on the other side of the bath Sit down comfortably.

McGall was stunned, and only one sentence remained in his mind: The big dog is so big.

Quietly gesticulating with his hand under the water, the black-haired young man had to admit that the big dog was not bragging, and compared to a certain part of his father's immortality, he was indeed bluer (...).

Putting his hands on the side of the bath, the captain sighed in relief.He closed his eyes, his wet hair stuck to his perfectly lined cheeks, water droplets slid down his face all the way to his chin and then dripped into the water, it was extremely sexy.

"At that time, what were you trying to do?"

Suddenly, Caesar asked questions without beginning or end.

After not getting a response for a long time, he frowned slightly and opened his eyes, his amber pupils staring at Megal dissatisfied.The latter was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he asked back: "Leoza has a title in Spain, and you alone are trying to single out the entire army? Do you think you are a god?"

"Although what you said is correct," the man said frankly, "but such a straightforward denial of Lao Tzu's ability still makes people a little angry."

"That's because you are very angry." McGarr said lightly, "How about menopause syndrome?"

Caesar didn't answer, he closed his eyes again, and the bathroom was silent again.

1 minute later.

Caesar: "Please, take your foot off my calf."

McGarr: "... just rub it."

Caesar: "Take it, or cut it off."

McGarr was full of disbelief: "No feeling? No feeling at all?"

Caesar: "Yes. I want to beat you up."

McGarr silently withdrew his restless foot, and then attributed the failure of seduction to his lack of skill.

There was a third silence in the bathroom.

This time, it was McGarr who took the initiative to break the silence. He took the rough and very primitive soap and rubbed it in his hands quite freshly, scraping off a layer of broken flocs floating on the water surface, and absently brushed it away with his hands. Stirring them into the water quickly, he said, "I heard everything in the medical room."

Caesar paused, then hummed inexplicably.

"It's not entirely the fault of those three people. It was dark, and I didn't take off my wig—they probably thought I was the daughter of some governor," he laughed at himself, and looked up at the captain who was facing him with his eyes closed. There was not much other emotion on his face, and then McGarl continued, "Then you want to snatch the sapphire ring on my hand-don't look at me, I just forgot to take it off, I said I was on the Stormrage, They don't believe it either."

After the opponent closed his eyes again, McGarl said in fear: "Then we fought with them."

"You got into a fight with your own people over the ring that trash gave you?"

"Is it really okay for your mind to jump like that? What kind of jumping equivalent exchange is this?"

"Tsk."

"In general, I'm being overly defensive, right?"

Caesar opened his eyes, sat up a bit, propped his head on one hand and lay on the side of the bathtub, and asked in a drawn-out voice, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, if you want to eat whips, those three trash can't be cheap for them."

"of course."

"More than me."

"That's right."

"According to what Bakir said, I probably have a chance to see the nine-tailed cat whip?"

"Well, according to the rules on the ship, during the war, the crew fights privately, thirty lashes per person, and an additional fifteen lashes for those who actively provoke...Since you are my personal slave, and you have an official position, you have a special status. Take five lashes less at the back door, and the five lashes will be accounted for."

"Are you going to execute it yourself?"

"Are you perverted? Want me to whip you myself?"

"Ah, I can't help but get excited when I think about what you can leave on me."

"Sure enough."

"..."

"It's not impossible to leave something behind."

McGarl was taken aback, he raised his head, and through the white steam of hot water in the tub, he saw the man lazily leaning against the edge of the tub, McGarl couldn't see his expression clearly, only heard his voice, with incomparable Said in a normal tone——

"Remember what I said? When you come to my boat, I can tattoo you myself."