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parts, depicting every blood vessel protruding from the epidermis, as well as the boundary-like coronal sulcus.

Angus gripped the edge of the bed even more tightly. He felt that this training was too difficult. His heart was beating violently and could not be calmed down. He didn't know how to react at all. Waves of heat hit his crotch in his body. Completely out of control, this is definitely the biggest test of his willpower.

When he lowered his head and saw the position of Ike's bowed head between his crotch, his thin lips gently held the tip, and his soft tongue licked his hot part delicately, but his body told very clearly His, uncle's tongue and lips were softer than his eyes could see.

Uncle is really soft...

Angus came to the conclusion in his heart, but if Ike knew that he had received a "soft" praise again, he probably didn't know what kind of expression he would show.

Ike opened his mouth and took the mushroom-like bird head in, allowing it to enter deeply into his mouth.Angus felt a little pain when his teeth rubbed against the thin skin due to his lack of proficiency, but even so, the young bird, who felt the warm mouth wrapped for the first time, was so excited that he could not restrain himself. The surging upsurge was even more violent at this moment, as if something could no longer be suppressed.

Angus, who had never encountered such a situation before, panicked a little. He grabbed Ike's shoulder and said in a surrendering tone, "Uncle Ike...I...I..."

Hearing Angus' unsteady voice, Ike quickly opened his mouth and left. He was about to look up to see Angus's situation, but before he could react, his face was sprayed white.Because it was so sudden, he didn't even have a chance to dodge, and even his mouth, which he didn't have time to close, was shot in.

There was a fishy smell in his mouth that he had never tried before, his cheeks were wet, and there was a feeling of hot liquid flowing. Ike raised his hand in disbelief and touched his face, and looked down at the little bit that was rubbed on his fingertips. It is a viscous liquid with a fishy smell, it really is that kind of thing, there is nothing wrong with it!

He actually... got bukkake? !

I lost my face...

Although Angus grabbed the bed sheet to wipe Ike's face full of guilt and a little panic afterwards, and then opened the nano bathroom to let the uncle clean his dirty face, even if he stayed in the bathroom for half an hour, it is estimated that Even the depths of the hair follicles were completely cleaned, and Ike still felt that the wet touch that made him blush and the hot temperature of the muddy paste remained on his face, so that he really wanted to get some water to wipe it off. face instead of just washing with air.

But this is really because of my obsession with ghosts, no wonder people, not to mention a young man like Angus who has no experience, the sensitivity of the penis is too high and the time of sexual accumulation is long, the first time he can't bear it all at once. Living is nothing more than normal.He could only silently warn himself not to mess around again...

For Angus, he reviewed himself very seriously.

Angus felt that he was really bad when he shot some strange things in the uncle's face, which completely proved his lack of ability and the reason why he was so far behind the grandma and the others.No wonder Uncle Ike didn't let him train at the beginning. He must have known that he would make mistakes, so he was hesitant.

But Angus will never become a coward who retreats because of one failure. If he gives up easily, what qualifications does he have to keep pace with the mercenary uncles?

He is still young and still has a lot of opportunities to learn!In particular, the uncle also gave him special practical guidance, so he must be able to catch up with the mercenaries.

So, it's time for dinner.

After being "played" by a certain uncle, the big young man continued to serve the dishes very calmly.

But a certain uncle who "played" with the big young man looked eager to bury his face in the plate in front of him.

The red-haired boss sitting on the other side of the table didn't pay attention to the strange atmosphere between them. While eating the potato stew on the plate, he didn't hide the ridicule in his eyes, and looked at the mercenaries at the table who were eating silently. Uncles.

"Speaking of which, I've been using that set of simulation training for five consecutive days. Don't you guys have any thoughts?" He held his chin, biting the spoon carelessly. "Or, is there anything that needs improvement?"

Ike didn't care about the embarrassment after hearing his question, and quickly pricked up his ears.

When the mercenaries heard the officer's question, they put down the cutlery together with a "swipe" and straightened their waists, waiting for the order straightly.

But the mercenaries remained silent, and no one expressed their opinion.In fact they don't really know what to do.In the previous Spartan training camps, they were never allowed to have any doubts. They accepted the training under the orders of the instructors. Even if those trainings exceeded the limits of the human body and might even cause a large number of casualties, they would not have any doubts. .Obedience is the only thing they need to do.

Therefore, when Sachs told them that they could raise doubts, opinions or suggestions, complex expressions of confusion, puzzlement and hesitation even appeared on the resolute faces.

It is rare to see this group of veterans whose faces are almost as stiff as stones show their expressions. Of course Sachs will not miss the opportunity. He tapped the edge of the plate with a spoon, and after two "ding dings", his eyes glanced at everyone's faces, and then Direct roll call: "13, tell me, do you have any comments?"

The mercenary who was named stood up without hesitation: "No, sir."

"No, no." Of course Sachs would not let him go easily, he blinked slyly, "This is an order."

"..." The mercenary with the "0013" laser tattoo on his arm has encountered the most difficult problem in his life. This task, which seems to be just lip service, seems to be more difficult than asking him to deal with twenty enemies with live ammunition alone.

As a designer, Ike couldn't hold back his anxiety. Although he had completely given up on his former self, he still had a little bit of self-confidence, but he couldn't see any satisfaction from the users.

After waiting for a long time, with an expression comparable to dismantling an antimatter bomb known as "Planet Killer", the No. 13 mercenary uncle finally choked out a sentence: "Report sir, the opponent's strength is insufficient."

"?!" Ike couldn't understand his opinion.

Insufficient strength?What power? !Don't men like women who are weak and docile?Could it be that this person has a special taste and likes big and strong beauties?Ike quickly noted down the mercenary's special preferences, and planned to add such a muscular and powerful bodybuilder to him next.

Sachs waved him to sit down, and asked, "40, what do you think?"

Hearing the roll call, the mercenary stood up and stared murderously at the deck directly ahead, as if there was a display screen there that would show the answer he wanted.

When Ike felt that the two holes in the deck were about to be stared out by him, the mercenary finally replied in his hoarse and heavy voice: "Report sir, no resistance was found during the attack, the difficulty level is zero."

"..."

Resist? !

Ike's eyes widened, thinking the resistance wasn't strong enough?Didn't expect this cold-looking mercenary to actually like to play rape games? !I can't see it!

"Report sir, the opponent's attack skills are too single."

"Report to the commander, it is recommended that the enemy increase the enclosing fortifications."

"Report sir, we should be equipped with standard weapons."

"Report sir,..."

Although it was a bit difficult, each mercenary put forward his own views on training for the first time, and Ike also wrote them down very carefully so that he could make adjustments according to their needs later.

But when Sachs over there listened, his expression changed. When the last mercenary finished speaking and sat down, Sachs slowly turned his face away, staring silently. No. [-], who was eating, suddenly slammed the table and got up: "Uncle Ike, come with me!"

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Ai followed behind Sachs, feeling a little uneasy. Sexual imitation is actually a bit hard to adjust. Some men like soft and graceful girls, some men like cool and handsome mature elder sisters, and some men like big breasts and bursting breasts. The golden cat vase woman, of course, there are men who like men... It is really hard to say that what I design must meet everyone's wishes.

The boss of Sachs strode aggressively through the corridor with long slender legs, stopped in front of the operation table of the simulation room, stared at the simulation cabin for a while, then turned his head and asked him: "Uncle Ike, has this thing been trained?" Record?"

Ike nodded quickly: "Yes."

"Then have you seen it?"

"This... I'm not ashamed to read it... After all, this kind of thing..."

Sachs raised his index finger and tapped the operation panel: "You can tune it up now and let me see."

Of course, Ike did not dare to oppose the order of the battleship boss, and hurriedly called up the "combat records" of the mercenaries for the past five days from the storage. Because the simulated combat device was used for combat training before, every mercenary has his own separate record.

Sachs thought for a while, and clicked on the data record of 13.

Ike wanted to turn his eyes away, after all, what Sachs said was okay, he was the boss, and the mercenaries would not do anything to him, but he was a half-captive. Hidden...shouldn't she be killed and silenced?

But he soon