[Spell Back to Battle] Asuka

1.

The official residence of the consul is located on the outskirts of the imperial capital, and it is spring at this time, and the spring outside the window is pleasant, and the eyes are full of vibrant greenery.

——Just like the present and future of the empire.

The royal family remained silent, the decadent decrees were revised, and the classes were broken and reorganized; the aristocratic families made compromises and concessions for the sake of interests, and the military department also cooperated with the work of the government departments.

Behind all these thriving changes, there are countless bloody games and great efforts made by everyone.

Sitting at my desk, I pinched the space between my eyebrows a little tiredly.

On both sides of the table are piles of official documents that have been processed and are waiting to be processed. Two empty tubes of inhibitors are thrown on the corner of the table, and one unopened tube is placed closer to me.

Omega in estrus was a little depressed even after taking inhibitors. I yawned, rested my chin to read the document, and said without raising my head: "So what are you doing here now? Shouldn't you be dealing with business? Five Wardens?"

Gojo Satoru was lying across the table from me, looking intently at my face.

"Let's see if there's anything you need—like a temporary mark for refreshment and brainwashing." He curled his lips and reached out to poke my cheek. "It's not good to abuse inhibitors, Governor Jiuchuan."

"It's not a question of whether to abuse inhibitors or not. If it's normal, I don't reject temporary marks." I let him fumble around like an ADHD, focusing on official duties, and replied casually, "But there is a meeting tomorrow , you know what happens when I show up against your pheromones."

"What will happen?" Wujo Satoru said indifferently, "Anyway, in the eyes of those old guys, we are no different from getting married, and there is nothing wrong with this rumor-making them believe that we are inseparable. Isn't it a good thing to cast a mouse-eye?"

From the moment I became the consul, the power center of the empire has undergone tremendous changes.The emerging forces headed by Gojo Satoru stood behind me, fighting against the weakened military and family elders.

Emerging forces formed an alliance, and the conservatives naturally also formed a group.The House holds a majority of the seats in the council, trying to divide us, tear us off the leadership seat, or turn us into their puppets.

In this case, even if there are many differences among the emerging forces, we must stand together, and the closer the relationship, the better.

From this point of view, Wujo Wu's statement is not unreasonable.

"Don't mess with me, Five Points." I said helplessly, "A close relationship is not such a good idea... This kind of relationship will only make them make a big fuss and use it to attack the legitimacy of my superior position."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, took off his blindfold, and pinched my chin to force me to look up from the document to look at him.

As soon as he looked at me with this expression, I probably knew what he wanted to do: it was nothing more than acting like a baby, making trouble, and making trouble for no reason.In this case, any resistance or ignorance on my part is meaningless - when Gojo Satoru really wants to do something, there is often no one who can stop him.

Anything here can mean clearing out the top, it can mean sending the Zerg back to their lair, or it can mean getting what he wants by pretending to be pitiful.

Sure enough, even though my expression was cold, after half a minute of silence, Gojo Satoru still started his performance.

"You're really too good." He forcefully squeezed a little tear from his beautiful ice-blue eyes, and complained pitifully, "I used to call people 'enlightenment' when they asked me for something in the prison star, and said If you want to lay eggs with others, now call them 'Wu Tiao' and 'Wu Tiao Warden'."

If the one who said such words in front of me was a soft-bodied Omega or Beta, or even an Alpha like a dog roll, I might be moved, and then reflect on what I did wrong.But now it is Gojo Satoru, a 1.9-meter-five-foot-tall muscular man who can overturn a Zerg with a single slap, who is saying such things in front of me.

After all, there is probably only that face in his whole body that is suitable to appear in the coquettish scene-this kind of "suitability" will soon disappear after I have seen him kill the enemy with this beautiful face countless times. no longer exists.

"...I beg you, don't speak in such a tone, Wu." I rubbed my forehead, feeling a little helpless again, "Also, did you come to the mansion early in the morning just to say this? Nothing else I will continue to work.”

"What do you mean just to say this?" The young white-haired Alpha had a dissatisfied expression, and wiped his tears hypocritically again, "This matter is obviously very important, and it concerns the future of you, me and the empire! You don't care about our affairs at all!" I don’t care, I’m so sad! Isn’t laying eggs much more important than work!”

His tears obviously can't move me, but if I don't appease him, things will become more and more troublesome...I can only pretend to be touched, and cooperate: "It's much more important...but now it's very important to work. It's important. Only by solving the work first, can I have time to accompany you to play Zerg forced love, so let me continue to work first—”

"I——don't—need." Wujo Satoru put away his pitiful expression, elongated his tone, and moved closer, "Don't think I don't know that you are perfunctory me, and don't try to delay it until In the future, I think now is a good time to—”

His big warm hands pressed against the back of my neck, and his warm breath brushed against the corners of my lips: "Shall we do something pleasant together? Flying birds?"

The delicate touch of the silk gloves transmitted his body temperature to my body unreservedly. Alpha's slender hands were strong and warm, and his fingertips were rubbing my glands. The tall figure shrouded me in the shadow.

Almost the moment his hand touched my gland, the red scales on my body stood up vigilantly.During this period of time, due to high-intensity work, I have maintained a strengthened state.Before I could react, a bone spur pierced out of my shoulder and pierced straight into Gojo Satoru's palm.

Gojo Satoru was stabbed right away, but luckily he performed the surgery in time, only a little bit of skin was punctured on the palm of his hand.But he still didn't intend to withdraw his hand, and said enthusiastically: "Is this a stress response, a conditioned reflex? You really look like a hedgehog now."

I didn't sympathize with him at all, controlled the body's rejection, and took back the bone spur: "Who told you to touch yourself to death - Speaking of which, if possible, I really want to promote this gene to Omegas all over the world, That way all the frivolous Alphas like you will be stabbed."

"I'm not the same as them. If it was someone else, there would be no way to get close to you." Gojo Satoru muttered to defend himself, "And you obviously never guarded against me before..."

As he said, he hung on my body like a koala, and his right hand pressed my glands without letting go, stroking the back of my neck with an almost flirtatious force: "Or , are you using me to test your body's stress response? Then a single movement can't confirm anything, right? Let's try a few more?"

Adult Alphas who have not been injected with inhibitors are always more difficult to control themselves in front of their favorite Omega, and this level of intimate contact is obviously a bit beyond the boundary of "friends".

I soon smelled the restless pheromone smell coming from his body, and my body froze for a while: "Hey! Don't come close to me anymore, put away the smell of formaldehyde on your body!"

Gojo Wubing's blue pupils were filled with undercurrents.He snorted, and finally let go of me restrainedly, but rubbed his lips against the back of my neck without biting.

I was very speechless: "How dare you...are you really not afraid of getting your mouth pierced?"

"Not very afraid." He stroked his lower lip with his slender fingers, and there was still a low-pitched forbearance in his voice, but he deliberately raised his voice, returning to the frivolousness of the past, "Obviously you didn't know you would at first Do you have this kind of reaction? Now that you can control it, of course you won't repel me from approaching."

"After all, you never reject me, do you?"

I glanced at him sideways, and straightened my neckline: "Shut up, Warden Wutiao."

Gojo Satoru laughed smugly, like a cat stealing fish.

"Why don't you call me 'Wu'?" He always does this, grabbing someone's weakness and then kicking his nose to the face, "Scream a few more times? You obviously called it that before, why do you suddenly care about names now?"

"...Don't push yourself too far," I couldn't bear it anymore, "If you keep making noise, I'll have the guards kick you out."

"You won't," Wujo Wutiao said with a smile, "you can't bear it."

Five minutes later, he stood at the gate of the official residence, facing the face of Mr. Shi Er, the security guard, and sighed sweetly and helplessly.

"Really...the bullying is too much." He put on the blindfold and scratched his cheek, "Come again next time."

"One day you will be put in your own prison for sexually harassing the consul, Gojo Satoru." Shir said coldly, "but I won't let that happen—because you probably won't be able to enter here again gone."

He slammed the door shut, thinking about how to improve the security of the Consul's residence to prevent unrelated people from waiting to harass him.

2.

But still the same sentence, when Gojo Satoru wanted to do something, there was almost nothing he couldn't do.

Even under the guard of Shi Er, he still found an opportunity to sneak into my office while Shi Er was looking for Hui.

"... Hui's sudden vacation is also your fault, right?" I was not surprised by his appearance.

"Guess right." He admitted with a smile, and sat across from me again, "So this is a rare opportunity, do you want to hang out together? Are you not as busy at work recently as before?"

...it is true.

Some time ago, under the pressure of the conservatives, we just teamed up with them—probably because the Consul Mansion blacklisted Wujo Satoru, the conservatives thought we had fallen out, and tried again Win over Gojo Satoru.

Of course Gojo Satoru couldn't let go of this opportunity.He pretended that he was emotionally hurt and hated me deeply, returned to the ranks of the aristocratic family, pretended to compete with me for power, and played several scenes of turning against each other.After the conservative faction believed him, he took the opportunity and together with Yi Gu to defraud some of the parliamentary seats that originally belonged to the conservative faction for his cronies, which can be said to be very rewarding.

It is conceivable that at the voting meeting for the implementation of the New Deal, faced with their "defection", the old conservatives were once so angry that their faces turned blue.And this guy even "intimately" called an ambulance for them, and even asked a reporter to stay and take pictures of their bad faces.

Thanks to him, after the opposition forces decreased, my work became much easier, and I would not be able to split it into three parts like before, handling official business, lobbying neutrals, and fighting against conservatives at the same time.

"So go out and relax, you haven't fulfilled what you promised me before." The young Alpha who caused a bloody storm in the empire is lying in front of my desk at this moment, like a big cat that is stalking people Playing like a baby indiscriminately, "I don't ask too much, the previous things can be voided, but you must accompany me out this time—"

He probably sensed that I would be confused by his face, so he took off the blindfold and stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, making me feel like some epic heartbreaker.

That pretty face is getting closer and closer, even for me, I feel something is wrong with my heart: After all, I am just cold, not sexually cold, and I can't be completely indifferent to such a face... Especially It was when only my face was reflected in those sky blue eyes.

And I always can't refuse the sky.

"How?" He rubbed the bridge of my nose and blinked, "Isn't it a good deal? As long as you go out this time, you can write off all the debts you owed before?"

"It's really strange," I said unexpectedly, "I thought you would take advantage of favors and try to get something more from me."

"When did I really treat you like this?" He muttered aggrievedly, "Besides, you have never been willing to promise those things, and now is indeed not the time——Aren't you happy that I am so considerate?"

"Okay, okay, can't I go out with you?" Before he kissed me, I compromised and sighed, "Get out of the way, let me breathe, don't come close!"

"That's right." The big white cat waved its paw triumphantly, put on the blindfold again to cover those disturbing blue eyes, "Hurry up, I want to go to the amusement park as soon as possible— — There is an internet celebrity dessert next to the amusement park, I have long wanted to try it.”

"And this one, should it be put in a vase? Do you have a vase in your office? Ask Qihai to send one over?"

When I closed the document, I realized that he was wearing a red rose.The flower looked as if it had just been plucked from the branch, and it was very delicate and burning like fire, and the dew on the petals soaked the table.

"Flowers..." I twirled the flower, feeling a little confused, "Why did you suddenly send me roses?"

"Shouldn't lovers send flowers?" Gojo Satoru said as a matter of course, "If you don't like roses, you can change to other flowers next time?"

"I didn't promise you such a thing." I corrected, "Also, it's not the type of flower, but the troublesome problem of taking care of the flower - the flower is too easy to wither and delicate, and you have to remember to change the water from time to time. I don't mind remembering this."

"Really?" He took my hand nonchalantly, and asked with a smile, "It's not troublesome at all, is it? You can make it never fade, can't you?"

"...Why would I bother to do such a thing?" I said disgustedly, I found a vase from the back of the cabinet, put the flowers in it casually, and told him, "Go, go outside and add some water."

"Okay, okay, next time I come, it's true that the flower won't be on the table." Gojo Satoru reassured me casually, and led me out together, "Let's go—"

While thinking that he was just kicking his nose and face, I changed the aging gene of the flower, holding the vase, and said indifferently: "Don't think about it, I keep this flower just to absorb formaldehyde when you come. Purify the air in your office."

It's as if I'm sure he won't be turned away by me the next time he comes, and he'll be able to throw pheromones indiscriminately.

Tsk.so annoying.

I thought, let him lead me, and go to add water to the vase in full view.

Sure enough, the staff of the official residence looked at us twice with weird eyes, but due to work, no one came up to ask, but chose to ignore it tacitly.

As I walked through the hallway, I heard several support staff chatting.

"Speaking of which, hasn't the consul's office been decorated yet?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that? The consul's office isn't being renovated, is it?"

"Then why does the office always smell like formaldehyde..."

"do not know……"

I:"……"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, and grabbed my hand as if nothing had happened: "Let's go—speaking of which flowers do you want next time? If you suck so much formaldehyde, it would be better to put more flowers and plants?"

"... blue." I gave up thinking and said casually, "Sky blue, any flower will do."

Wujo Gojo was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly widened.

"Sky blue..." He elongated his tone and said slowly, "Why is it sky blue? It's really curious. But I guess you won't answer why you like it, why don't you let me guess..."

"There is nothing difficult to answer - because sky blue is the color of your eyes, and your eyes are very beautiful." I interrupted him, turned my head to look at his face, and said with a smile in my tone, "I am very happy." I like it, Wu."

It seems to be talking about color, and it seems to be saying that I like him.

The handsome Alpha opened his mouth slightly, showing a rare expression of being a little stunned.

His goofy look pleased me immensely, and the smile on my face grew bigger and bigger.

Before I could laugh out loud, he pursed his lips, hugged me tightly, and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"I really... lost to you." He muttered with a wry smile, "I repent, don't even try to write off everything before—"

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