Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

What's the last thing you want to see when you're angry?

For Voldemort before, the last thing he wanted to see was Tom's smirking face, but now... of course it was Tom's face in his own body.

So after seeing Tom approaching with a smile from a distance, Voldemort immediately and decisively gave up his plan to teach the Malfoy family white-haired peacocks with Cruciatus (God knows why he would be impulsive to do such a stupid thing in Hogwarts), turned his head and walked away. Walk.

But the existence of human beings has evolved from the distant prehistoric competition to the present. Hunting and escaping prey is an instinct buried deep in the bones, so the consequence of Voldemort turning around and leaving is being hugged by the chasing Tom...Damn it , why didn't he know when his broken body was so fit?

Voldemort, who firmly refused to admit that it had anything to do with the user, pursed his lips, and after a few symbolic struggles, he began to frown and ponder—maybe his magical body still has a lot to dig?Young...no, eternity would not be a dream if he could get the secret of health!

The more he thought about it, the more excited Voldemort couldn't help coughing softly, but he felt the chest he was leaning on also trembled, and then there was a nightmarish resonant vibration. Voldemort and Tom's coughing reached the same tune, and it didn't even stop. at the same time-

"Cough cough... Voldy... so you are usually... cough... so... sad?"

Tom panted slightly, while Voldemort closed his eyes while calming down the agitation in his chest, his handsome face was slightly distorted.

He didn't understand why he coughed when he was in Tom's body, just like he didn't understand why Tom coughed when he entered his body. not just-

Voldemort opened his eyes, noticing that his gaze was a bit cold, but he found that Tom, who was stroking his chest, had somehow brought him to the Room of Response (Room of Everything), which was created according to Tom's preferences. There are tables, chairs, beds, quilts, and even bright mirrors on all sides and the ceiling. Tom, who finally stopped coughing, hugged Voldemort and sat on the edge of the bed. When he noticed his gaze, he wiped his nose and grinned: "It finally stopped." ...Voldy, I don't know why, when you cough, I want to cough too, I don't know if it has something to do with your body..."

...Is it because it is my own body?

This possibility cannot be ruled out──Voldemort bowed his head in thought because of Tom's message, the information is still insufficient...

Thinking of this, he looked up at Tom, and ordered with a strange gaze: "...Tom, take off your clothes and let me have a look."

Tom was dumbfounded, completely unable to respond.

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What is your reaction when someone you like asks you to take off your clothes?

exclusion?happy?No matter what, he will be a little shy... No matter how mature Tom's mental age is, he is still a teenager after all. For such an abrupt request that can be called disrespectful, his ability to respond is of course ──zero.

So the pure boy was stunned for a long, long time, then turned his head in a daze, and looked at Voldemort in bewilderment: "...Sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now, Voldy, what did you want me to do just now?"

"Take off your clothes, I want to see your body...do you need me to repeat it in another language?"

"Ah──?"

Voldemort spoke very slowly this time, but Tom was still completely out of shape, so Voldemort left his embrace in displeasure, stood up, and pushed Tom down on the bed with force: "I'm just checking, not your body." , what are you stunned for?"

"But..." Tom still clutched at his neckline at a loss, his expression was a little terrified that could even be described as pitiful, and Voldemort became angry when he saw this expression on his face: "Don't use my face for this. What a disgusting expression!"

While talking, he climbed onto Tom and planned to do it himself, half kneeling in front of the mattress and covering Tom's whole body, his drooping bangs tickled Tom's face loosely.

Close at hand.

Even the breath is vaguely lingering in the ears.

Tom stared blankly at that face, although it was a face he was familiar with, but the change of the owner still revealed a look that made him distracted. He felt that his face was getting hot unconsciously, so he lowered his head and scratched. Covering the neckline, he said, "I, I will do it myself..."

He heard his own voice was terribly hoarse, and his low panting was like when he was facing a full-length mirror before, his heart beat faster, and his slender and white fingers trembled, and then slowly touched under Voldemort's impatient gaze. Buckle at neck.

One, two... The fair skin was dazzling under the completely open black shirt. Tom felt his heart beating faster, pounding in his chest like a drum, while a fiery palm was Pressing it with an inquiring attitude, while touching it, he asked, "Yes—how does it feel?"

"How do you feel?"

Voldemort's gaze was cold and emotionless, but the simmering heat against his skin still made Tom burn a bit, and Tom unconsciously began to stare blankly at Voldemort's moving lips, mouth parched until his guardian became impatient After asking again, he stammered, "Yes... a little uncomfortable..."

"Uncomfortable?"

Voldemort raised his slender eyebrows, his originally calm expression became heavy, and then he moved his palm from the fast-moving left chest to the right chest, repeating this process: "What kind of discomfort is it? Coughing, or difficulty breathing? "

"No..." Tom didn't know how to describe the "discomfort". He only felt that it was painful when Voldemort's palm slid across his bulging chest. Same... Really hot, why didn't he realize that his body temperature was so high before?

No... It should be said that Voldemort's body is too sensitive, no wonder he keeps telling himself to get off him...

Thinking of the guardian's common phrases, and then confirming it to himself, Tom felt his heart flutter, and found that he seemed to have a feeling—his voice became lower again, and he warned in pain, "Don't... Touch me again...or you will bear the consequences..."

"Who do you think you are talking to?" Voldemort, who was concerned about his body, raised his eyes when he heard the sound. He glared at Tom, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, but his expression was still indifferent: "This is my body, what's the matter?" Untouchable? And you have to remember, there is nothing in this world that Lord Voldemort cannot afford—not even the world after death!"

As he spoke, he touched Tom's carotid artery with one hand more, and felt the blood vessel throbbing violently, as if something was lurking underneath and making a suppressed moan, but before Voldemort could figure out why, he The situation in bed with Tom was reversed—

The boy (man) who was originally pressed under him leaned over him, raised his hands above his head with one hand and pressed them on the pillow, his wine-red eyes danced with evil flames: "I...reminded your……"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in displeasure, thinking about what spell to use to warn the disobedient child, but the next second his beautiful black eyes widened, because he saw Tom was undoing him in a familiar way. button: "Tom Radou! What do you think you're doing?"

While speaking, he kicked it out, completely ignoring that it was his most important happiness as a man.