What if the lord is too popular

[Takes off her clothes. ]

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, exploding in Yaozai's ears.

He looked at the curly-haired youth in disbelief, his throat tightened:

"Are you serious, Dazai?"

The young man rolled his eyelids expressionlessly:

"Do I look like I'm joking, teacher?"

Visible anger accumulated under Dazai's slightly pale face.A dormant volcano poised to explode.

"..."

Yaozai was at a loss for words.He subconsciously grabbed his collar and waited for an opportunity to escape.

Not even this tiny attempt escaped the piercing eyes of the former Mafia cadre.

"Hahaha-"

His inappropriate belly laugh, chilling as a dodgeball rampage through an empty room.

"you……"

Yaoya stretched out his hand hesitantly, and suddenly—

Osamu Dazai unexpectedly attacked his injured right arm and squeezed it with all his strength.

"hiss-"

The pain was like a rushing wave, Yaozai gasped for air, and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he turned his head and gritted his teeth.

But this gave Dazai an opportunity to take advantage of.

The young man followed like a sensitive water snake, leaning close to Yaoya's ear and whispering to his lover:

"Although I tried my best to resist. But the teacher has been expecting others to do something to you, right?"

His fingertips rubbed Yaoya's wound through the sleeve, almost teasing.

"..."

The shocking words made Yaozai's heart beat faster, like a lively rabbit, popping out from his throat at any time.

"I can not understand what you say."

Denial is the best way, but the blushing cheeks tell the opposite truth.

"So cute."

Dazai praised without hesitation, and left a series of light kisses on Yaoya's sensitive ear, until the tiny fluff there stood up guardedly.

"let me go!"

The pain in the right arm subsided, Yoya began to struggle, before Dazai's actions became more extreme.

But it's just in vain.

A sharp-tongued debater can crush the opponent with a single sentence.

Dazai opened his mouth slowly and said:

"It's useless to deny it, I've already discovered—"

[The teacher is slightly masochistic. ]

"That's why I let myself get hurt. Even the current situation where my life is hanging by a thread may be happy?"

Yaoya clenched his fists:

"...Are you done? Let me go after you're done."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to stare fiercely at the villain who was digging the secret in his heart.

Unexpectedly, I met the last pair of knowledge-seeking and innocent eyes.

"Am I not right, teacher."

"..."

Why is Osamu Dazai still so difficult after two years?

Even more difficult to parry.

Yaozai has a splitting headache.

Sensing his emotional fluctuations, Dazai gently brushed the broken hair hidden in his clothes with his fingertips.

The thin, almost invisible bloodstain on the neck caught the young man's eyes.

He snorted coldly, and his long and narrow eyes were covered with a little shadow:

"The teacher really likes Mr. Mori, and always allows him to leave all kinds of marks on you."

The smell of fresh vinegar overflowed the room, and a touch of surprise slipped across Yaoya's purple eyes.

As if deliberately trying to annoy the young man, he raised his neck with a distant expression:

"Even so, it has nothing to do with Dazai."

"..."

Dazai is used to all kinds of duplicity, so naturally he was not fooled.

He put his arms around Yaoya's waist, shortened the distance and looked into the rippling pupils of the other party.

"Anyway, you and Mr. Mori also broke up, why don't I come to accompany you in the future? Teacher~"

Dazai called the word "teacher" in a cadenced manner, acting like a baby that no one could refuse.

"..."

Ambiguity accumulates and ferments in their staggered breathing.

finally-

The kind teacher decided to answer questions for the ignorant.

Promise or refusal is only a matter of thought.

His thin lips were slightly parted, and there was no time to answer any questions...

The kiss has been planned for a long time, but it arrives unexpectedly.

Yaozai was taken aback, his eyes widened and his teeth were clenched at the same time.

It seems that this will be a difficult siege.

Dazai is not in a hurry, as an existence that puts the torture squad at a disadvantage, he has his own means.

While kissing Yaoya's slightly pursed lips, he groped for Yaoya's right arm.

Then, repeat the same trick and pinch.

Yaozai frowned and had to open his mouth, and the silenced cry of pain mixed with the sound of water, was swallowed by Dazai.

But they all knew that—

The young man didn't use any force at all this time, let alone pry the revolutionaries' mouths open.

The so-called "forced" is just another kind of "willing".

When the love is strong, a simple kiss is no longer enough, and there is also need for ear-to-eye and physical contact.

Just thinking about it, there was a muffled bang.

Yaoya was pushed against the wall by Dazai, and the gap between the two of them was almost non-existent.

"Um……"

He let out a small cry, more pain than pleasure.

The lacerations caused by the sharp claws of the human tiger are attached to all parts of the body.A little carelessness hurts my heart.

Dazai noticed Yaoya's strangeness, stopped his movements and looked at him worriedly:

"what happened?"

Yaozai shook his head and smiled as if nothing had happened:

"It's nothing."

He stretched out his hand and lovingly wiped the corner of the young man's overly wet mouth.

Could it be the pouring rain outside?

They both still had the cold, rainy taste on their lips.

"..."

The young man in front of him seemed to be enchanted, staring blankly at him without making a sound.

"What's wrong?" Yaozai asked in bewilderment.

As soon as the words fell, Dazai's face turned red.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he buried his forehead into Yaoya's shoulder without hesitation.

"The teacher's action just now was too foul, I need to calm down."

The young man wrapped his arms around his waist and said in a low voice.

"Action foul? Do you mean wiping your mouth?"

Yaozai brought up the old matter again, let Dazai rely on him, and sincerely apologized:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

The dark environment perfectly concealed the smile on his lips.

[The system jumps out with a strange cry: Master Ubuyashiki, you did it on purpose! ]

[you caught me? ]

Yoya made no secret of Dazai's punishment.

Who told this guy to press his wound twice?

"It turns out that teachers occasionally have bad intentions."

There is nothing Dazai can't see.

Yaozai couldn't help laughing at the young man's indignant accusation. He raised his hand to caress the fluffy curly hair of the other party, and called affectionately:

"Dazai-kun."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai raised his head obediently.

"I'm not your teacher anymore."

Dazai nodded obediently, with a sly gleam in his eyes.

"But don't you think it's a thrill to be reminded 'the next is the best'?"

"……do not think so."

Yaozai's eyes flicked around in a panic, denying it.

Dazai interlocked his fingers with him, teasing in a low voice:

"Huh~ Really? But every time I called 'teacher' just now, Yoya's body would tense up a little bit."

"..."

Yaozai was speechless, but fortunately the rescuers arrived in time.

Atsushi Nakajima's slender figure moved from far to near, and the embarrassment on his face did not fade away.

cramped?

Yaozai couldn't help taking another look.

The boy hastily avoided his scrutiny, and respectfully handed over the phone:

"Mr...Mr. Miyashiki, your phone has been vibrating."

Nakajima's head drooped, wishing he could lower himself into the soil.

"OK, thanks."

Yaozai glanced at the caller ID - Tong Mo.

He raised his eyebrows.

The call came earlier than expected.

buzz buzz —

buzz buzz —

Yaozai listened to the sound of the bees and remained indifferent.

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head in confusion: "Aren't you going to pick it up, Mr. Ubuyashiki?"

Yaozai stuffed the phone into his pocket and smiled kindly:

"Thank you for bringing it to me, let's go."

A wanted criminal should not have the leisure to answer the phone at any time.

After taking a step, Dazai took his arm:

"If you want to be in danger, take me with you."

Yuya Shiki obstetrics turned a deaf ear to it.

Atsushi Nakajima walked in front like a light on his body, afraid that Dazai would attack him at some point.

In fact, after he was kicked out, he has been lingering outside the door, asking Luanbu for advice on a feasible excuse, and hurried to "rescue people".

Unexpectedly, what he witnessed was the intimate scene where Ubayashiki helped Dazai wipe his lips.

What the hell did they do to need their mouths wiped?

Atsushi Nakajima vaguely felt that this was not something he should ask.

As long as they reconcile, it's more important than anything else.

thinking about-

"Adon."

Dazai Osamu's voice came from behind, and Nakajima Atsushi suddenly became hairy.

He turned his head reluctantly, witnessing the overly bright smiling face of the senior:

"If you go any further, you will hit the door."

"Ah?" He looked up and found an obstacle close at hand.

Dazai and Yaozai were chatting and laughing, and when they passed by his side, Breeze sent a thank you.

Thanks for what, Atsushi Nakajima doesn't know.

In short, it's great that I don't have to be punished.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze to the back of Yoya Miyayashiki, feeling a little more admiration for that person.

After all, it is not ordinary people who can subdue Mr. Dazai.

after more than 20 minutes

Yaozai and Dazai call Tong Mo.

beep beep—

After three busy tones, there was movement in the receiver.

"Hey?"

Yoya let his voice be tinged with urgency and exhaustion.

"Yaozai? Are you okay? I saw the news."

Obviously, the leader of bliss also came prepared.

He and Dazai looked at each other, hesitated to speak:

"I……"

His "embarrassment" was understood by Tong Mo, and the other party hurriedly said empathetically:

"Would you like to come to my place to avoid the limelight?"

"……Are you sure?"

"Of course," the leader said firmly, "I'll see you at my house in 15 minutes. You can teleport, right?"

"it is good."

Yaozai hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and faced Dazai solemnly.

"You promise not to disrupt my plan?"

The young man patted his chest and vowed: "But I will still save you when the teacher tortures me until I have only one breath left."

"Thank you so much for that."

after awhile-

Dazai: "Does the wound still hurt?"

Yaozai: "You mean the right arm that you pinched several times? It hurts."

He frowned.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Dazai lowered his head and apologized cautiously, but he didn't see the fleeting smile on Yoya's lips.

The clever young man with curly hair is also wrong.

Yuya Ubuyashiki not only has mild masochistic fantasies, but also—

The desire to make others feel bad for their scarred self.

He himself is a combination of giving and receiving.

Specific manifestations, such as—

Fifteen minutes later, he jumped down from the 15st floor in front of Osamu Dazai.

The author has something to say: ah - I think wiping the other person's mouth after getting out is a very flirtatious gesture.