Man-made 100% fit

Bill is in the control center of Jing Zhe.

The supercomputer is fully calculating, and countless models are established, changed, and then collapsed in an instant during the scenario simulation. Bill enters instructions from time to time to start further orbit calculations.

The heat sensation in his body was rising, Bill took a deep breath, and said, "Jingzhe, show the image of Luotang's location."

[Jing Zhe received it, it has been displayed. 】

The light screen was opened, and Luotang was nestling on the soft sofa in the public leisure area, holding a book and reading seriously. It was a book on pharmacology, and there were a few books on biology scattered beside it.

——A native of Lamo Planet should not have this kind of knowledge reserve.

Pier looked away, opened the communication channel and said in a cold voice: "Luotang, come to control the center."

Luo Tang raised his head and looked around, not knowing where Bill was looking at him, so he said loudly, "What control center? How can I get there?"

"Ask Jingzhe." Bill raised his hand to close the light screen.

Luotang shook his head, turned his head and glanced at the electronic eye accurately, and walked slowly towards the control center with the book in his arms—although the details were changed a lot, the general design remained the same, and he could still remember it clearly.

The smell of pines and cypresses was thick and hot, and a fresh smell of grass permeated slowly. Bill frowned, and just as Luotang stepped into the control center with one foot, he was surrounded by a big bear hug and forced his feet off the ground.

Bill was as relaxed as hugging a puppet, and walked back to the console while sucking. Luotang rarely wrinkled his nose, feeling that his dignity as a man was offended.

"I suddenly thought of a very serious problem. You suck me day and night. What will you do when you reach the susceptibility period? You won't plan to kill me directly, will you?" Luo Tang said with a serious face. , "Let me tell you first, it's okay for adults to hug and cuddle, but if you really want to carry a gun to the battle, it will be a different price."

Bill buried his head on the back of his neck, and the voice that came out was a bit muffled: "There are more serious problems than this. The day after tomorrow will be my susceptible period, but the pheromones belonging to you in my body have not been able to be metabolized. accumulate more."

Luo Tang thoughtfully, nodded, squeezed his arms around her, bang bang, he said: "So you called me here to discuss with me what posture we will use to get through your difficult time from the day after tomorrow. Feeling period, right?"

"You have a good idea." Pierre sneered.

Common sense of interstellar physiology, one Alpha cannot mark another Alpha, that is to say, Bill cannot make Luotang truly belong to him through marking.

Bier was really given a headache by Luotang's pheromones. Luotang was as big as walking around, and the pheromones were very weak, but the impact on Bier was not small. The week on Planet Mo proved that patience will only make him gradually lose his mind; if you say suck, according to common sense, no matter what gender human beings inhale the pheromone of other individuals, they will slowly metabolize it over time Come out, but Jing Zhe finally analyzed the results last night, Bill's body could not decompose Luotang's pheromone, nor could it excrete it.

In layman's terms, Luotang's pheromone is a poison that Bier has to ingest and is extremely addictive.

For such a guy who is at odds with him and has an impure purpose, Bill has every reason to suspect that if he pulls Luotang to the cave, there is a 90.00% chance that this guy will do something wrong when he loses his feelings.

How to do?

Luo Tang asked directly.

Bill didn't answer and asked instead: "When is your susceptible period?"

While speaking, Bill had entered the last command, turned off the console, and carried Luotang to the medical cabin.

Luo Tang was silent for a moment, and said: "You never even thought about knowing the exact date of my susceptible period, you fucking want to use drugs to force me to enter the susceptible period right now! It's hard for you, and I can't. right!"

Bill: "Yeah."

"Don't be so busy," Luo Tang sneered, "Unfortunately, I don't have a susceptibility period once a month."

Bill placed him on the observation platform, locked his hands on Luotang's waist, breathed together, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Luo Tang raised his chin: "It means I can't do it. The concept of susceptibility period doesn't make sense to me. You've been playing around with me these days, didn't you realize that I haven't been born?"

"It's very likely that you and I are both Alphas, so you won't feel anything if you reject my approach," Bill said calmly.

"It has nothing to do with the feeling. If you use your hands and mouth again, people with normal physiology will respond." Luotang raised his eyebrows, "You don't know this? Yo, you are still a baby~"

Bill's face darkened.

"Pheromone is related to the strength of an individual. I am much stronger than you, and my pheromone can completely suppress you. I didn't specifically comfort you. You don't feel normal." Bill said coldly.

Luo Tang nodded, and said, "Physiological knowledge is very good. So, you are really a young child~"

Pier stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and knocked him out.

make you annoying.

……

Still feeling the familiar strong light, Luotang closed his eyes and said: "You said you, you made me dizzy and woke up, what are you trying to do?"

"Get dizzy and clear, wake up your pheromone. Is there a problem?" Pierre said, his voice seemed muffled by something.

Luo Tang: "Can I have it?"

Bill: "No."

Luotang laughed, and was about to choke, when an electric current suddenly hit the gland in the back of his neck, Luotang let out a cry of pain, and quickly shut up to endure the continuous electric stimulation.

The grass-flavored pheromones are getting stronger.

Luotang managed to open his eyes, and saw that he was locked in a transparent cover, and a thick and long needle approached slowly, piercing his gland.

Luo Tang: "You want to murder."

Bill: "Indeed."

Luotang rolled his eyes, waiting for the pheromone extraction mess to end.

Rationality told him that only seven or eight minutes had passed, but emotion told him that he had been tortured for several hours. Luotang was drenched in cold sweat, and his feet were limp when he stepped off the observation platform.

For the umpteenth time, he lamented that his pain-sensing nerves were too developed, and tried to divert his attention by talking to Bill: "You extract so many pheromones from me, do you want to make a specific inhibitor? Using too much is harmful to the body."

Most of the mass-produced inhibitors circulating in the interstellar market use drugs to reduce the activity of Alpha glands, thereby weakening the sensitivity of Alphas in the susceptible period to other pheromones, but if an Alpha is too sensitive to a certain pheromone If so, this inhibitor can still help Alpha shield the influence of other pheromones, but there is nothing to do with this specific pheromone, and only a specific inhibitor can be used at this time.

The so-called specific inhibitor is to extract one party's pheromone, perform drug intervention on it, and then inject these processed pheromones into the body of the injectee, so that the immune system of the injectee's body temporarily mistakes it as a foreign pathogenic substance and attack it.

Doing so is tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, disrupting the normal menstrual cycle at the cost of physical health.

Bill is a calm person, he made this decision, it must be because those inhibitors circulating in the market cannot solve his problem.

Seeing that Bill ignored him, Luotang said again: "You will become weak soon, and I guess you won't make me feel better. Can you see that I have always been obedient and good performance, and don't bully me too much? "

Bill was wearing goggles, gently shaking the test tube in his hand, and said, "Obey?"

Luo Tang blinked: "Isn't it?"

Bill didn't answer right away. After handling the test tube in his hand, he put it lightly on the resting rack, and then turned to look at Luo Tang: "Purpose to flatter, pretend to be obedient, is this called obedience?"

Luo Tang immediately said: "I didn't."

Bill nodded to the book he brought over: "You shouldn't be able to understand these things."