I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

He liked Terao Yashu's distraught expression.

There was an expression of intolerable forbearance on that indifferent face, because he was teasing and provoking, and he easily sank into it, and then let him be slaughtered.

When he invades the other party's body, what expression will the other party show?

He really wanted to know, so he bit the other's neck, finger down, trying to invade further.

"Give it to me... right here, okay?"

He whispered in the other party's ear, trying to confuse him, but the other party quickly recovered and tried to push him away: "No, go down."

He has been entangled for a long time, but the other party just refused to dedicate himself, until a passer-by passed by outside the window, he had no choice but to let go of his hand resentfully.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to fuck you."

Terao Yashu tidied up her messy clothes and said, "I won't have sex with people who are shorter than me. We'll talk about it when you grow taller."

"I'm tall now, okay?"

"Take off your shoes before you talk."

Terao Yashu always thought that the leader was about the same height as him, until he found out that the leader's shoes had height-enhancing insoles.

The leader kept threatening him: "Don't speak out about the booster pad."

"The problem is, even with a booster pad, you're not much taller than me."

"..."

"Boss, you are so naive, you still need to use things like height-enhancing insoles to maintain your dignity."

"ah--"

The other party exploded.

When it blows its hair, it looks like a little black cat arched up.

Although he only had a sip of wine, he still couldn't drive, so the two of them chose to take a walk back home.

There are few people on the road at night. After the heavy snow, the whole street is quiet, and the sound of feet stepping on the snow is particularly eye-catching.

He felt cold and went to pull each other's hand.The other party was not used to this, so he shook off his hand reflexively, but immediately came back to his senses, and took the initiative to hold his hand tightly.

"Well, is it cold?"

He shook his head, but the other party tore off the red scarf around his neck, tied it on him forcibly, and pulled him into his arms again.

The leader has been trying to imitate various love behaviors, including such considerate and caring behaviors. Although the imitation is a bit clumsy, it works.

The scarf smelled of Osamu Dazai, which was blown away by the cold wind at night, but he still quietly put it under his nose, and took a breath obsessively.

"Mr. Terao, although I think your doubts are superfluous, I still need to explain—I and Chuya are not what you imagined."

"But you said you liked him, I heard it with my own ears."

"How could I?" The leader wrinkled his face. "The reason why I teased him was just for fun. There is no other meaning. Just like Butei guy teased Kunikida, it is our tradition to tease our partner."

After hearing this, Terao Yashu felt a little relieved, but still said with a cold face: "I don't believe it."

"Eh, why?"

"Generally speaking, the higher a person climbs, the less he cares about the things around him, and the easier things are to be discarded."

The leader didn't understand this. Yashu Terao had read a lot of books, and such esoteric words always popped out of his mouth.

"What I mean is, with your status as the leader, there are people who fall in your arms anytime, anywhere. When you meet someone better than me, maybe you will abandon me—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a pain on his lips, and the other party wiped off the icing sugar flakes from the corner of his mouth, bit him, and bit him with a punishing force.

Although he didn't say anything, the look in his eyes seemed to warn him, "If you dare to say another word, I will fuck you."

Although it was on the street, he subconsciously grabbed the zipper of his clothes.

"Mr. Terao, I will only tell you this once, so listen to me—the reason why I fall in love with you is not because I like to fall in love, but because I can't resist you."

"In other words, it's not love itself that attracts me, but you."

"So, even if you die, I won't be with others, because the person who can make me want to fall in love is gone."

"Do you understand? Stupid, haven't you read a lot of books, and you can't even understand such a simple truth?"

After the leader said this, he suddenly felt that Terao Yasuke's face was not right, so he pulled him over and reached out to touch his face: "Why is your face so hot?"

This is normal. Once his mood swings are relatively large, his face will become hot, and if he does not contain this emotion as soon as possible, he will blush.

Few people say such passionate love words to him.

There are many people who confess to him, but they all say something like "I like you and I will treat you well" symbolically. Even Dazai seldom says this kind of sincere and enthusiastic confession.

Even though it's nasty, it's still quite exciting to listen to once in a while.

The leader put his cold hand on his hot face and sighed: "Mr. Terao, when the weather gets hot, I will take you to the beach to sunbathe."

"why?"

"Your skin tone is too fair, and if you tan your face a bit, it won't be as obvious when you blush."

This remark sounded like a mockery.

For the next two days, nothing happened. Terao Yasuke went to work as usual, listening to the wailing of the patients in the infirmary every day.

The leader had clearly promised to give him a holiday and raise his salary, but nothing happened for several days.

Finally one day he couldn't help but ask: "Master Chief, when will you give me a raise?"

He has recently taken a fancy to an expensive game console and urgently needs money to buy it.

"Mr. Terao, as I said, I will reward you with salary and vacation only if you are obedient."

Heh, they were all deceitful indeed. When chasing him, they would say all kinds of sweet words, and then they would forget about them.

Speaking of which, Dazai has been on a business trip for several days, and he only communicates with him by phone every day. Although he misses Dazai very much, he dare not show it in front of the leader.

But as the date of Dazai's return drew closer, the leader seemed to be getting more and more anxious, staring at him non-stop every day, as if he felt that he would run away at any moment and run into another person's arms.

"Mr. Terao, since you don't want to have sex with me, let's make our relationship public."

When he said this, he was sitting on the leader's lap, and the other party pressed his head down with one hand, and kissed him absent-mindedly, with the irritability visible to the naked eye on his face.

"Ok?"

"Open the relationship, before the old man comes back, let's open the relationship, okay?"

This is too fast, at least we have to wait until Dazai returns from a business trip before thinking about it.

He disagreed, causing the other party's displeasure, "But Mr. Terao likes me too, isn't it reasonable for us to disclose our relationship?"

"I didn't like you."

He avoided the other party's gaze, but the other party hooked his chin with a finger, "Then what is your feeling for me?"

Facing the persecution, Terao Yasuke continued to speak stubbornly: "I don't like you, but, um, possessive."

"Hey, isn't possessiveness just love? You told me this yourself, and your theory of dragons and gems. You said that love is about grabbing your favorite gems and then hiding them. "

"No, I said no."

"Tch, a scholar like you is also contradictory. Well, since your words don't count, then don't expect me to raise your salary."

"Please, I can live without your salary."

No promotion and salary increase, no vacation rewards, nothing changed except that the chief harassed him more and more frequently.

The leader sent someone to come every few hours. It was either a headache or a brain fever. He was called by name and asked to go to the office for treatment, and he was asked to go to the office to deliver medicine.

After these few days, the staff in the infirmary became suspicious: "Senior Terao, what's wrong with the leader?"

Terao Yasuke lowered his head and wrote the medical records, pulling his collar from time to time to cover up the hickey on his neck: "No, the leader is in good health."

"Then why do you always ask you to go to the office to deliver the medicine? It's too frequent every few hours."

They wondered if the leader had suffered from some terminal illness, so sick that he needed a doctor's personal care.

Terao Yashu didn't like to lie, but this time he had to lie to get past it: "The reason why the leader called me over is just to... scold me."

"Hey, does the leader still scold you often?"

"Yes, the leader hates me very much, so he calls me over and scolds me every day."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized, and showed sympathetic eyes: "Senior Siwei is so pitiful."

It wasn't him who was poor, but his neck and lips.

As long as he went to the office, he would be pressed against the wall or sofa by the leader, who forcefully asked him to kiss him. He wanted to refuse, but Xiaoyin was next door, so he didn't dare to speak out.

He always begged in a low voice: "Can you restrain yourself? Someone will find out."

"What is the relationship if it is discovered, and our relationship will be disclosed if it is discovered."

Even though Little Silver was right next door, even though there were often people walking around outside the door, the leader was unscrupulous and looked for every opportunity to get in touch with him intimately.

After he came out of the office for the last time, his colleagues looked at him strangely: "Senior Terao, what happened to your lips?"

He wiped the corner of his mouth: "What?"

The hickey marks on the neck can be covered by clothes, but the marks on the lips cannot be covered up.

Every time he leaves the office, the two thin, whitish lips will turn bright red, even red and swollen after long-term torture, and anyone who looks at it will become suspicious.

Office romances are hard to avoid this embarrassment.

Terao Yashu had no choice but to continue lying without changing his face: "When I went to the chief's room just now, the chief slapped me, so the corners of my mouth will be a little red and swollen, don't worry about it."

The crowd was astonished.

He just made up a lie, but the gossip spread quickly inside mafia.

Rumors such as "Yashu Terao is the leader's punching bag and is beaten and scolded by the leader every day" spread like wildfire.

Now he has become the object of everyone's distress, receiving sympathy and eye contact from his colleagues every day.

Guangjin Liulang always looked at him and sighed, and Higuchi Kazuyo even ran over to comfort him with tears in his eyes: "Senior, did the leader beat and scold you again today?"

"..."

"Otherwise, you resign, such a leader is not worthy of your allegiance."

You don't have to.

If he hadn't had to, he would really be reluctant to tell such a lie, but it is impossible, absolutely impossible, to make the relationship public.

That night, thinking about the injury of the leader, he quietly came to the office in the middle of the night.

The leader is not here, and neither is Little Silver, probably going to another floor for a meeting.

The cadres of Mafia have very irregular work and rest schedules. There are countless meetings before and after each battle, and there are countless quarrels between the leader and Zhongya.

There was no one in the office, he dropped his schoolbag and found that the computer on the desk was turned on.

On the computer was an unfinished document, with the title written in a bold black title, "I didn't abuse Terao Yasushi! I didn't scold him! I didn't slap him! Don't spread those rumors!"

Terao Yashu looked at the string of exasperated exclamation points on the screen and laughed out loud.

It deserves it, who made the leader always take advantage of him regardless of the occasion.

He stayed alone in the chief's room for a while, touching the furniture, tables and chairs in the room, and the bookcase in the corner.

The bookcase is densely packed with all kinds of books, and when you open a book, the pages are all brand new, as if they have never been read.

These books are placed here as decorations. The leader seldom reads, and neither does Dazai. They have no interest in the literary works of this era.

But he has read a lot of books and is familiar with all the history and basic literature in this world. The leader and Dazai like him very much, and often show that kind of envious and admiring expression to him.

He casually looked for a book to read, when the phone rang, it was Dazai calling, he answered it quickly.

"Mr. Terao—" The other party seems to have just woken up, with a lazy nasal voice, but still sweet and coquettish, "Did you have a good dinner today?"

"Ah."

"Have you had a good time, did that little kid make you angry?"

"No, it's okay, have you finished your work?"

Every time he called, he would take the trouble to ask "when will you be back", and the other party would always comfort him "soon".

But this time the other party didn't try to perfunctory him, but replied straightforwardly: "Good news, I will return to Yokohama tomorrow."

He froze, "Really?"

"Well, I finished my business ahead of time, and I can go back tomorrow—"

Before the other party could finish speaking, a hand suddenly reached out and forcibly took away his mobile phone.

Terao Yashu turned his head and saw the leader's face, met the other's cold eyes, and was startled.

Even if he gets along with the leader day and night, he will still be shocked when he sees such eyes suddenly, "When did you come?"

The leader has been staying by the side since the very beginning, listening to the conversation between the two.

When he heard the phrase "I'll be back tomorrow", he finally couldn't help it, forcibly snatched it away and hung up the phone.

"His business trip is over?"

Terao Yashu looked at the other party's deep and unpredictable eyes, feeling a little guilty, but still nodded: "Yes."

"So, you're breaking up with me?"

"Well, we agreed before... When he comes back, the two of us will break up."

The sullen expression on the leader's face flashed past, then he thought about it and smiled, "No."

"..."

"No, I don't want to return you to him, not even for a day."