captain migraine

After that, no one spoke, thinking that McGarl was shivering in pain and turned into a ball of mud, and Caesar... Caesar swept away the previous unhappiness, and after turning on the compass again, he found that it was finally working normally, so he was in a good mood. Humming out of key pirate songs.

McGarr: "Bastard... ah, don't pierce so deep..."

"Measure our territory, take a look at our hometown~ This is my empire, its power sweeps everything~... Ah, scold you little slave, if this can make you feel better."

"Hey, didn't you say that you are not allowed to sing pirate songs casually on board?"

"Of course I can sing," the man said hoarsely and arrogantly, "you step out of the cabin and look around, everything you can see is my thing—make sure, this is my territory, big trash."

Sitting firmly on the buttocks of the black-haired young man to keep him from moving around, the captain had already completed the center of the compass composition in the shape of a rose flower. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and followed The delicate and small pattern curves, the red and swollen skin bulges out one by one, and there is a large area of ​​red around——

"This thing is about to become the only 'beautiful' thing on your body, rubbish." The captain said very complacently, he stretched out his thumb, and gently pressed the swollen skin——

Amid the screams of pain from the people below him, he snorted and threw the most delicate fishbone back into the wooden box. His slender fingertips hovered over the wooden box and drew a circle. Finally, he paused, Picked another fishbone that was a little bigger.After dipping his hand in ink, he flicked the compass away with the other hand and looked at it again. The man lazily said: "I remember I made this fishbone myself, flower sevengill shark, a cute eight-foot-long... ..."

Eight feet long, cute?McGarl turned his head back with difficulty to see if there was something wrong with the brain of the person behind him, but from his perspective, he could only see the rough white teeth of his boss——

Well, indeed, compared to big perverts, everyone is cutie, whatever you want... McGarr silently turned his head back and lay down.

"It swallowed my guinea in one gulp," Caesar went on self-consciously, "after being blown out of the head by the red-haired dwarf, my poor little guinea fell from the high mast, It fell into the mouth of this shark very accurately. At that time, he was Leosa's pet. It is said that he was raised in the tank on the boat since the baby shark..."

The resentment is really deep. He really is a plush control with a domineering appearance and a soft heart who loves small animals. As expected, I, McGarl, fell in love with it...Wait, who is Gini?Captain, who would name his monkey 'High Fork Swimsuit'? Hey! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

McGarl: "You and Leosa are both perverts."

Caesar: "Huh? I'm so glad, my tusker, you finally realized that Leosa is not a good person."

McGarr: "Hehe, because I suddenly realized that you two are the same kind."

Caesar snorted, and said disapprovingly, "Will a bad guy make you orgasm so smoothly, brat? I have a lot of ways to make you erect and then soften, and then get erect after softening. If I were a bad guy, this process would last until the sun goes down. You can't help but call mom."

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "Split your ass apart."

McGall: "...?"

Caesar: "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't have hands anymore - this petal will pierce into the buttocks, and it may hurt a little, please bear with it and don't scream, I will count one, two, three and we will start, get ready, one... ..."

McGarl: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"What's the name of the ghost?" Very professionally, he stretched out his thumb and touched the front of the walrus man's buttocks, wiped off the bright red blood oozing from the skin, raised it in front of his eyes and wiped it on McGarr's back casually, " It's bleeding, it's all your fault, don't move around, relax."

McGarl: "Aw, aw... what about the 'two' and 'three' you agreed upon, you bastard?!"

"You will still obediently lie down and stab me after counting?" The captain smiled slyly, "Obviously when the count reaches one, the muscles of the entire buttocks become stiff, as soon as you reach 'two', you are ready to start twisting and running away The rhythm - from my angle, I can see it clearly, big trash, playing tricks with your father and me, you are still young for ten years."

"I'm not in the mood to play role-playing games with you right now."

"Then lie on your stomach and don't move, it's almost done."

The man said blankly. He lowered his head and glanced at the tattoo on McGarr's body. The outermost circle of petals was completed, leaving only the directions...

But speaking of it, a single rose-shaped compass tattoo seems a bit monotonous.

McGarr: "You know, I get a little uneasy when you start thinking about it."

"It's late, I've finished thinking about it."

The captain spoke lazily, and moved his fingertips to turn on the compass again, and according to the pattern on the compass, he perfected the details on the tattoos of the people below him—

"Don't secretly take a bath for me these two days," Caesar ordered, "Be careful of the skin rotting."

"..."

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten... Is this the first sentence the tattoo master told the customer after he finished having sex? !Bad review!

"Wait, don't move, it's not over yet."

Stretching out his hand to press the back of the young man who was about to get up, Caesar bent down and took out the thickest fishbone placed on the edge from a wooden box. When he had time to put on a frightened face, he stabbed deeply into the center of the rose flower about four centimeters above the top without hesitation.

Blood flowed down the white waist and dripped onto the sofa next to it, staining it dark red.

McGarl was lying on the sofa, feeling as if the god of death was riding on his waist and poking holes in the ground like piercing pigskin with its sickle - he could feel the warm, sticky blood running down his newly formed body. The sloughed back was popping out of every hole, and it was subtle, painful, and itchy.

The captain's lounge was very quiet, only Caesar's slight breathing and the walrusman's heavy breathing could be heard.

In the last touch, the fishbone didn't even just penetrate, it moved, as if a cut had been made on the skin, and I felt a slight turn of the hand on my body, and then there was a sharp pain, probably Caesar Draw a small link with a hook——

Because this pain and the pain of the red and swollen skin around the body of the rose tattoo suddenly became one.

Behind him, a big cold hand stretched out, carelessly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.Along with the sound and smell of tobacco lighting, McGarl vaguely felt that someone stretched out his hand and untied the belt that bound his wrist.

Then, following the force, that person grabbed his wrist and forcibly lifted him up from the sofa——

"Get up and look at my masterpiece."

Caesar spoke vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth. He half-closed his eyes, and pushed the soft-handed McGarr to a floor-standing crystal mirror snatched from a ship that he didn’t know in which year and month—McGarr raised his head blankly, In the mirror, a ferocious monster with a messy black bird's nest hairstyle and bloodshot eyes raised his head and looked at himself.

He was completely naked, his waist was lean but strong enough, underneath, objects of the right size and color were quietly dormant between the hairs——

Behind him, a man half a head taller than him was lazily smoking tobacco, with one eye casually glanced into the mirror.

For some reason, McGarr suddenly remembered the "Titanic" that he secretly borrowed to watch in his childhood... On that midsummer afternoon, he sat cross-legged on the sofa with a popsicle in his mouth, blowing on the electric fan, holding the DVD remote control, Fast forward, rewind, play, rewind, play again...

"Showing you tattoos, you're here staring at yourself obsessively, you asshole."

A broad hand was placed on the shoulder, the palm was huge, and the fingertips completely covered his collarbone. The hand turned him around forcibly with brutal force, and the walrus officer who was caught off guard staggered After a while, before he fell to the ground, a broad and strong chest firmly caught him——

He froze for a moment, and then realized that his chin was resting on Caesar's shoulder, and the man's body exuded a faint aura mixed with fine sweat and masculinity.

"Look back quickly." Patting his head on his shoulder impatiently, the man said viciously, "If you dare to say anything wrong, you will die."

"Understood, long-winded, just your attitude makes people want to give a bad review and return the product—"

McGarl turned his head, his voice was finally swallowed into his throat, shocked and confused by what he saw.

At the end of the tailbone, a blue rose bloomed silently on the white skin, which was different from the soft and coquettish tattoos of ordinary women. The petals were delicate and angular, just like the dial of a mechanical watch now——

The two snake-shaped hands symbolizing the compass form a strange angle, which seems to symbolize something. One of the longest ones is vertically downward from the center of the rosette, sinking straight in at an angle of six o'clock. In the crevices of the tight butt muscles, no one knows where it ends up pointing.

The indigo-like ink color is stabbed on the snow-white skin, like a perfect blue and white porcelain.

A huge semicircle starts from the top of the rose, like a crescent moon and the sharpest sickle. The perfect semicircle surrounds the rose along the way, and finally ends at the top of the seam. The small hook is randomly And delicately combine the half-arc and the rose together.

That's a letter.

C.

McGarl smiled lewdly.

Caesar's C.