After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The heavy curtains in Dazai Osamu's office are usually not opened very much. These days, they are only drawn open for the convenience of Ozzy who leans in front of the window to read.

A slight breeze was blowing in through the window with a small slit, and Dazai, who was lifted to the cheek, wanted to take two steps back, but was firmly controlled by Ozzy with glowing eyes.

A handsome man has a lot of strength, this is not the first time Osamu Dazai has realized this.

And Ozzy, who finally found his strength, did not let go of his plan to educate students easily.

The pointer was put on the sofa, Ozzy put one arm around Dazai to prevent him from running away, and put the other hand close to his mouth, biting the edge of the glove with his teeth and tearing it off.

If he hadn't felt Dazai's intentional or unintentional struggle, Ozzy would not have taken off a glove and put it in his mouth.

His left hand held Dazai's right hand first, and he made a dancing gesture with great momentum.

Dazai couldn't help but sigh at this serious look.

He looked down at the arm across his waist and twisted it uncomfortably.

"I'm not running, you relax a little bit."

"Woooooooooooo."

Ozzy whimpered and made a lot of noises, but he obviously didn't believe in Dazai's compromise because his strength was not loose.

"I don't believe it." Dazai paused, and an inexplicable smile flashed across his eyes.

He took the initiative to take a step forward. Under Oz's slightly widened eyes, he put his free hand on Oz's shoulder, and then stood on tiptoe.

Dazai Osamu was getting closer, and Ozzy, who was immersed in the sense of accomplishment and joy, came back to his senses in a hurry. The offspring with a smirk made him confirm that he felt something was wrong, but the offspring was not generous enough to give him a chance to escape .

Osamu Dazai's eyelashes are thick and slender, they cover part of the light, but still make his pupils look dim.

Despite stepping on his feet, Dazai still has some distance from Ozzy's lips.This made him take a step back, grabbed the hem of the glove in Ozzy's mouth, and snatched the prey from the other's mouth.

Dazai looked even happier when he saw Oz stunned by his actions.

The glove that was attacked one after another hung limply between Dazai's lips, then he picked it up with his index finger, threw it on the sofa, and lay down with the pointer.

Finally breaking away from this suffocating atmosphere, Ozzy reflexively wanted to distance himself from Dazai, but Dazai had already quickly hooked his waist, no matter how many steps he took back, he would always drive him A young man with a smirk on his chest.

Half of his body was exposed to the sun, Ozzy's ring was shining brightly, and this light seemed to shine into Dazai's eyes.

"Ah, your ears are red again."

Dazai's ruthless teasing made Ozzy, who was sweating thinly on his back, feel even hotter.

The blood race has always had a low body temperature, and this kind of appearance that can be teased to the point of flushing, probably only appears on Ozzy's body.

"The neck, the neck is also red."

Dazai Osamu continued to say that he was planning to get closer to observe the eye-catching red color, but Ozzy was already furious, covering Dazai's eyes with his palms with faint warmth.

Ozzy said in a deep voice, "Don't look!"

However, in Dazai's ears, the pretentiously calm tone revealed a sense of desperation.

This made Osamu Dazai's lips curl up even more.

He stayed quietly in Oz's arms, pressing his chin against the other's chest.

"Who told you to use your mouth, mouth! Gloves, gloves are not clean at all!"

"Ah, so it's okay if it's not gloves? What do you want me to hold?"

"No! Who told you to hold something in your mouth!"

"I learned from you, besides, you seduced me with gloves first."

"It's because I don't have empty hands—"

"Where's your little green shoot? It's not difficult to call out to help you get a glove, isn't it?"

It is an unwise choice to argue with Osamu Dazai.

Oz closed his mouth angrily, and made a grimace at Dazai who couldn't see him.

But Dazai was right, he did forget that he could use magic to put the gloves back on, but...

He forgot magic because he was very happy to be able to teach Dazai, how could this embarrassing thing be known to the descendants!

Dazai coughed twice, suppressed his smile, and stood back in front of Ozzy again.

This time Dazai took the initiative to hold Ozzy's hand.

"Forget it, I won't bully you anymore."

Dazai squinted his eyes, trying not to stimulate Ozzy again with his happy mood.

The red color on Ozzy's neck has faded away, leaving only the color at the tips of his ears, which still exudes the smell of seducing Dazai Osamu.

"What bullying or not bullying, I let you, if you want to win against me, you will have to wait another 100 years to be able to do so."

Dazai nodded following Ozzy's words: "Yes, yes, Ozzy is the best."

"But now there is a problem."

He kneaded Ozzy's fingertips with a deliberate distress in his tone.

"Who am I going to dance with?"

Ozzy was taken aback for a moment, and thought for a while: "Should it be some beautiful lady?"

"Then you're going to teach me the men's step, right?"

"Yes."

"But," Dazai tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth curled down, "You are so tall, I can't take you around in the male step, what should I do?"

Oz was taken aback again.

The sixth sense of the blood race reminded him of the coming danger, but he still couldn't find where the danger was.

"It seems...is that the case?"

He looked at his flats.

"To make me taller, or to make you shorter, there are only two ways."

"Well... if you want to grow up quickly, you must use magic potions."

Ozzy looked at Dazai hesitantly, confirming the purity in the other party's eyes.

"You... Do you have spare clothes here? The clothes can't be made smaller, no, I'd better go out and buy a set."

Rather than making Dazai grow taller, Oz found it more convenient to make himself smaller.

"It won't be a problem if I become as tall as you?" Oz confirmed to Dazai.

Osamu Dazai nodded, but he has not planned to find clothes for Oz for a long time.

"If the height is the same, there is no problem."

"But I don't want to dance with boys, can I find you a skirt?"

As he said that, Dazai quickly took out a long skirt from behind, and his movements were so skillful that even Ozzy was dumbfounded.

It wasn't until seeing this skirt that Ozzy realized dully that he seemed to have stepped into Dazai's trap again.

Otherwise, how could he have brought the skirt with him so coincidentally!Then take it out just right!

Oz: "Say! Did you plan this!"

He flicked Osamu Dazai's forehead, seeing that the other party was pushed back by his own strength, he had no choice but to pull Osamu Dazai in front of him again.

Osamu Dazai covered his forehead and winked playfully at Oz: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You are still pretending to be stupid! Do you still want to be hit on the forehead!"

"Okay, okay, I really won't bully you this time! There are my spare clothes in the small room next to me, go and change quickly, and hurry up to study, Mr. Oz."

Ozzy snorted, emphasized again loudly, "I'm not being bullied! It's 100 years too early to bully me", and then closed the door of the small room heavily.

It's a pity that at the moment when he turned around, he missed Dazai's triumphant and slightly disappointed expression.

Osamu Dazai shook the skirt, folded it and put it in a paper bag.

"Unfortunately, use it next time."

Satisfied, he hummed a little tune, sat back on the sofa, and cast expectant eyes in the direction of the small room.

The author has something to say:

You thought Dazai was trying to trick Ozzy into wearing women's clothes, but Dazai had already seen that Ozzy couldn't wear women's clothes, so he chose to ask Ozzy to refuse his spare clothes first, and then suggested women's clothes to make him more resistant, and then subconsciously chose more Acceptable own clothes.

When everyone saw Dazai taking out the women's clothing, Dazai seemed to be on the second floor, but in fact he had already reached the fifth floor!

Osamu Dazai!Millefeuille dripping god!