[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

"Well, here I am."

"Why are you always humming? Are you unhappy?" I closed my eyes and said in a daze.

"Nicole." Constantine raised his voice and called me softly.

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid I didn't protect you well, I'm sorry."

I just wanted to open my mouth to say that it's okay, it's fine if you come, but my brain seemed to freeze suddenly, and I felt that all the power was swallowed by the darkness.

Endless darkness has finally come.

Constantine 18

After he came back that day, Constantine became very silent, and he smoked terribly, and there were cigarette butts all over the place after a while.I saw all of this, but I became very scared again, worrying about gains and losses for no reason.

Because—that day is coming soon.

It's been two days, and he told me to stay in the apartment and not let me out of the house, but I was obedient and really didn't bother him.

When he fell silent, I was actually not sure. Watching him twitch one after another, I was afraid that his lungs would turn black into asphalt.

Every time he comes back from going out, he looks very tired. When I ask him how he is, he always smiles in relief.

But I know it's not that simple at all.Because Papa Midnight's seal has been broken, right after returning from church.

All I remember was that I passed out on his back, and when I woke up, I had fallen into a deep sleep until the next afternoon.

The body has been wiped clean, and the clothes have been changed by Constantine.When he woke up, he was standing on the red sofa beside him, still wearing a white shirt, and the windbreaker was draped over the edge of the bed. When I saw him, I quickly put my feet away, for fear of hitting the ground.

In his hand was a torn scroll, the afternoon light was dim, and the light made long lines along the curtain, leaving a patch of mottled.He hid in the corner against the light.

He saw me half awake and got up from the sofa.

"you're awake."

I lifted the quilt with some difficulty, and when he saw that I couldn't exert any strength, he hurried over to support me. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes burning.I was a little terrified of being stared at by him, so I quickly raised my eyebrows to break the strange atmosphere and said, "What's wrong? Look at me like that."

He didn't speak immediately, but still looked at me deeply. I found that the stubble on his chin had already appeared, and his eye sockets were also a little blue.

My heart moved slightly, and my tone slowed down: "Didn't you have a good rest?" As I spoke, I unconsciously rubbed his cheek with my hand.

He let me caress him, he didn't dodge or hide, he looked at me for a long time, his mouth was half open, it took a while to relax and said: "You have slept for too long, it has been a whole day."

"All day?" I squinted my eyes and rubbed my swollen temples, no wonder I felt a severe headache and dizzy.

"I'm so tired." As I spoke, I tilted my neck to relieve the soreness in my lower spine.But as soon as my eyes fell on Konstantin's obviously insufficiently rested face, I couldn't help feeling distressed.

"You don't look well rested."

Konstantin lowered his face against my hand when he heard that, but it was a little tighter.

He obviously hesitated before he said, "I'm afraid that something might happen to you."

It's like the moment when a newborn flower bud is hit by the heavy rain, like the moment when the oil from the bottom of a greasy pan splashes on you, like a sharp needle tip accidentally pricking your fingertips At that moment, my heart is like the feeling of these countless moments condensed.A surge of heat rolled out of the eye sockets, and she rushed over to hug him tightly.

My chin is on his shoulder, and my hands are around his waist. I have to push harder, harder, so that I can feel safe.

He didn't break free from me, but hugged me back. After I felt his movement, all my emotions poured out like a well just drilled out.

"I'm scared too." I broke down in tears.

"It's Charles, otherwise you..." He hesitated to speak and finally turned into a sorry, "I'm sorry, Nicole." Then he buried his face in the hollow of my shoulder, and I could feel his deep self-blame.But I don't know how to comfort him.

I thought of the brown-haired angel, the one who would adore Constantine.

"Charles?" I looked up.

Constantine told me a story about the final redemption of a dying person, about the tragic death of a close friend, about a pair of twin sisters being tortured by demons, about the fall of an angel.About heaven and hell, about destruction and redemption, about Constantine, about Angela, about Charles, about midnight, about Satan.

"He's not my guardian angel." Constantine gave me a no after I mentioned to him that Charles was Constantine's guardian angel to me.

I was a little confused, "But he said..."

Constantine shook his head, "I am not qualified to be protected by an angel, even if he is, it is his own wish." He smiled wryly as he spoke.

"The devil's breath was everywhere in that church. It was so strong that I couldn't tell the direction at all. He took me there." Constantine continued to explain, while I listened quietly.

"Listen, Nicole, the seal of Midnight has been damaged, and the runes in your body will control you at any time, listen, I want you not to leave this house for a few days!" I was a little stunned.

"Promise me, Nicole!" He turned my shoulders, eye to eye, nose to nose, I have rarely seen him look so serious.I nodded blankly.

"What about you?" Is he not there?This is my first thought.

"I need to prepare some things, the 13th is coming." He looked sad.

So from that day on, Constance almost went out early and returned late, and his eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper every day.I just can't stand it anymore.

Today, when he came back in a hurry, I immediately went up and hugged him, and said coquettishly, "You don't care about me anymore."

A rare smile appeared on Constantine's face.

"Nicole." He called my name softly, like a gust of wind blowing my heart up.

"Are you okay? I'm worried about you." I buried my face in his arms, softly.

"I'm sorry." Konstantin's voice was full of exhaustion, I don't know where he has been these past two days, he is always so exhausted.

"Why do you always say sorry to me, you don't need to apologize to me." I looked at him distressedly, and kissed his chin, from kiss to bite, gently licking and biting.

He didn't speak any more, but kept tilting his neck following my kiss, and protruded his hand into his shirt skillfully. His skin was very cold, just like his own. I slowly touched it, touched it There are many shocking scars.

"John."

"Ok?"

"Just like you want me to be safe, I don't want you to be in danger." As I said that, I unbuttoned his shirt, one by one from bottom to top.I tore off the black tie and threw it on the floor.The red/slim upper body was too white from the light.

The night is already very heavy, scattered stars are dotted in the twilight, and the air is filled with an ambiguous temperature, which is constantly heating up and fermenting. In the faint twilight, the old sunset glow is submerged in The end of the horizon.

"Tomorrow is the 13th, are you afraid?" Constantine and I were lingering in circles.

"Scared." I said truthfully.The movements in his hands didn't stop.

"Nicole, I will protect you." He bowed his head, breathing unsteadily.

I drooped my eyelashes, and I knew in my heart that it must be very difficult. He must be hanging in his heart when he said such words.But for me, everything is about going with the flow, not to mention, I know this is a system, but I also know that I want to stay in this system more than anyone else.

After the Morgana Church, the reward is 65% crit. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. It is probably the conscience of the designer who found the preparation for the final boss.I secretly thought.

"John..." I suddenly thought of something and called him.

"What's wrong?" The kiss gradually pattered down again, gentle and slow.

"If, I mean if..." I distanced myself and looked deeply into his eyebrows.Seriously and seriously: "If I disappear, will you be sad?"

Constantine's expression seemed unchanged, but I caught the sudden flash of tension in his eyes. He has never been a person with rich facial expressions, so everything about him is hidden in his bottomless eyes. nautical mile.

His face, which can be called a masterpiece of God, began to tear out little by little panic, and then enlarged, and continued to enlarge.

"What are you thinking?"

I saw his angry appearance, and for some reason, I laughed out loud, with a little bit of sadness about the unknown of tomorrow, and the fear of losing him, all mixed in this laugh.

"I said what if."

I continued: "I know tomorrow may be tricky, so if there is an accident, can you satisfy me once and tell me that you like me." I was acting like a baby, begging, sad, and yearning.

His expression continued to crack, like ripples rippling on a rainy day, bit by bit, bigger and bigger.

He said, "I don't like you... Nicole."

I froze in place, not even picking up what expression I was supposed to show.The chest seemed to be cut straight open by the doctor with a sharp scalpel glowing with cold light, blood overflowed, and cold air invaded.I looked at him sadly, wanting to see myself reflected in his pupils.This sorrow is my own, so I have to send it back to myself.

I staggered back a little, trying to distance myself from him.