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*Killing/Dragon Control/First Night

BGM: GAMBLE

08

There is nothing fanatic about debauchery, it is nothing but a long sleep.

Shimada Genji slowly opened his eyes, everything he could see was upside down and confusing.The bright red walls are painted with brocade flowers and inlaid with a huge glass pool, in which groups of goldfish wag their tails and swim, and the scales of the fish reflect the strange light.

Goldfish can only live in containers.

He was lying naked on his back on the colorful brocade. These were originally the flickering sleeves of the wandering female oiran, but now the glittering gold foil embroidery, the pink and white flowing clouds and flying cherry blossoms, the green mountains and the blue waves are all covered by the island. The second young master of the Tian family is wrapped in a young and strong body.There are pipes and wine glasses scattered around his hands, the wine in them has long since dried up, and it is unknown who has entered the stomach.

The soft touch rubbed against his almost numb body, he smelled the suffocating fragrance of powder, he was intoxicated by the warm nephrite jade and the beautiful body, his once passionate blood turned into endless energy and passion Desires flowed out continuously.

He yearns for physical union and supreme pleasure, and sex has almost become his obsession and addiction. He seeks spiritual death in this way.

Genji woke up exhausted on the first few mornings, but his heart was still empty as before.

The dejected Second Young Master took a deep breath, and then exhaled the strong fragrance in his nostrils.He raised his hand and pulled out the coral hairpin of an oiran who was stuck on the back of his ear, and put it in front of his eyes.

Just after dawn, the light in the room was dim, but unexpectedly, the gorgeous hairpin reflected light. Genji put his thumb against the tip of the hairpin, and gradually pressed down hard.

The pain came so late that it couldn't provoke any pleasure in his nerves.It wasn't until the sharp hairpin pierced into his flesh, bleeding out, that he withdrew his hand in a dispirited manner.

A solitary maple tree was planted in the courtyard covered with white sand, and a silent wind blew, sending pieces of burning red maple into the house.

This is Yibangai, the Yoshihara of Hanamura, with only sensuality and sensuality.

There is no sincerity, no love, no blooming Yae Sakura.

Genji reached out and smeared the blood from the palm of his hand on the maple leaves that fell on the floor. He sat up and saw that the maple trees were withering.

The morning sun poured out from the gaps in the maple trees, and turned into a dazzling and beautiful blood light in front of him.

Genji was stunned for a moment, and then thought of his elder brother who came back from the rainstorm that day.

He used to dream a lot after that day about him and Hanzo when they were kids, when they hadn't had a feud yet, just a pair of close brothers.

Genji's swordsmanship is extremely talented, even though Hanzo is countless times harder than him and is three years older, he is still a bit inferior.But every time during the competition and practice, Genji was always distracted or lenient, and ended up being taught by his brother.

Hanzo always hit his forehead with a bamboo knife to scold him for his absent-mindedness.Afterwards, he quietly came to apply ice to his wound in the middle of the night.

He is always so gentle but not good at words.

However, misplaced lust and chaotic love always arise out of nowhere, which makes their chances of communication and mutual understanding finally disappear.

Genji stood up unsteadily, looked around but found that he couldn't find his clothes, he reached out and scratched his short green hair indifferently, just happened to be knocked on the door by the bustard outside, so he quickly picked up a piece of clothes tied around the waist.

After the door was opened, the submissive bustard knelt at the door and complimented Genji a few times, but his eyes kept lingering on the strong body and handsome face.

Genji absent-mindedly said a few perfunctory words, but heard the drunken man laughing and making noise from the next room.

"You said that our second young master is really a waste. He doesn't care about the affairs of the group, and spends here day and night. He happened to be bumped into by the young master that day, and there were people from the Sakata group next to him. He really lost the Shimada family. Face."

"On the contrary, the young master is still not used to this kind of scene at this age. He didn't sit there for a long time and left on his own. When it comes to self-willedness and disrespect, he is no worse than his younger brother."

"I heard that our second generation ancestor slept through this first street, even his brother, it's really dirty. But it's all good, anyway, the name is about to die, and the team will not be able to take turns at that time They talk."

The hoarse and arrogant laughter of several people sounded again, and all the nonsense was clearly and verbatim passed into Genji's ears.

The old bustard kneeling by the door of course knew the identity of the man in front of him, so frightened that he didn't dare to show his breath, he caught a glimpse of Genji wearing the oiran's bright red and green gown without saying a word, walked to the knife holder and bent over to pick it up. His favorite knife.

There was no trace of rage or solemnity on his face, but full of indifferent frivolity and casualness.Genji walked slowly to the aisle, holding the sword so frightened that the two passers-by almost knocked over the drinks in their hands.

The kneeling old bustard turned around quickly, winking and urging the two servants in a low voice to prepare salt—the bloody disaster today cannot be escaped.

The paper door next door was slammed open, and the din of people in the room suddenly became dead silent. No one spoke, and no one laughed.

After a burst of fighting and screaming and begging for mercy, the sound of swords piercing flesh and short screams brought the farce to an end.

Among several corpses, Genji stood calmly holding the bloody Ryuichi, the brocade brocade wrapped around him was dyed red, his eyes were deep and dark, staring at the screen beside him.

There is a lifelike crane embroidered on it, fluttering its wings, and blood splashed on it, making the scene even more poignant and absurd.

With his usual hearty smile on his face, Genji bent his elbows to clamp the blade of the Taidao and slowly drew it out, wiping the blood with a sleeve cloth.

He seems to be a smiling ghost standing in hell, no longer moved by any life and death, only driven by hatred, anger and desire.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and soon someone came to deal with the aftermath, and no one would dare to hold him accountable.

Those who can do this have long since abandoned him.

09

It was not yet dark, and Shimada's eldest son's dragon festival was only halfway through.Preparations for the red tape passed down from generation to generation began in the early morning, and the entire Shimada City was busy all day, and finally reached the climax of the ceremony.

Hanzo was sitting quietly in the room wearing a pitch-black bow suit, and there were only smooth muscles on the exposed chest and arms.Curls of smoke rose from the incense burner on the wooden cabinet beside him. He had been burning incense for many days for the ritual, and today was no exception.

Someone knocked on the door respectfully from the outside, Hanzo said "um", opened his eyes and looked at the knives and bows lying in front of him by the candlelight, his hand lingered on the knife, but couldn't let it fall, finally Hanzo picked it up He took the bow and got up and left the empty room.

The sky is drizzled, silently washing everything.He followed the priests in white clothes and tall hats all the way out of the open field, surrounded by crowds of cypresses and late cherry blossoms, stepped on a stone arch bridge, the candlelight in the stone lanterns illuminated his way, and finally stepped into the bird's nest. live below.

The red pillars and beams were full of scriptures, Hanzo blinked his eyes, and the fine raindrops rolled down from his eyelashes. He climbed up the steps with the ethereal ringing bells, and passed through the red pillars. Liang, like passing through round after round of the sun.

He finally stepped into the vast flat ground, but there was no sign of Genji among the guests and clansmen, Hanzo took his peripheral vision away and walked towards the open-air magic circle.

Hanzo closed his eyes and listened to the whispered chants of the surrounding priests, but Genji's panting and whispers echoed in his mind. He clenched the bow in his hand, his knuckles were so tense and white.

Genji is his only distraction, his unruly love.

The drizzle wet his black hair, and at the end of the priest's chanting, the young master of the Shimada family finally raised the Lan in his hand and pointed to the night sky under the breathless gaze of everyone.

There are only clouds in the night sky, no stars or moon.

The muscles in his arms and chest were tense, emitting a faint glowing blue light in the foggy rain.At the moment when Hanzo fully drew the bowstring, the complicated and gorgeous dragon patterns began to emerge and spread, and the blue brilliance skyrocketed.

The moment he loosened the string, the rain seemed to be falling slowly, and the bright blue beams condensed and converged. A roaring dragon was born from his arrow, and then roared out, against the direction of the rain, with an invincible momentum Rush towards the dark sky, break through the dark clouds, and shake the mountains.

Shimada Hanzo raised his hand and exposed his left arm, tied with the yellow moiré headband that Genji gave him when he was 20 years old.

The dragon god finally accepted him, and bestowed on him blessings and divine power, tolerating his little distracting thoughts.

***

All my heroes come from a weakness within me.

All my plausibility is because my heart is full of doubts.

I pretended to be ruthless, but I actually hated my own affection.

10

After the dragon festival, it was already late at night.

Genji sat in Yangxing's guest room, holding a glass of wine and looking at the night sky outside. The entire Shimada City could hear the dragon god's coming and howling, and he could see the shining dragon coming out, and he was no exception.

But this failed to dispel the continuous rain for several days. On the contrary, it became more vigorous in the second half of the night, and poured down on the world.

He was not in a good mood tonight, and the prostitutes and girls who were meeting were chased away by him as soon as they took off their robes, and colorful brocades were scattered all over the floor.

There were marijuana leaves and rolled paper scattered on the wooden table in front of Genji. He tirelessly tried everything that could make him feel good, and of course he would not let this one go.He just smoked one, and now he is in the exhaustion period, and in a few minutes, he will have a confusing hallucination.

He has never been in love so much, it almost makes people feel physical pain, making the time around him change at different speeds, everything is fading in shades of color, everything is wrapped up to suffocate by this emotional bondage, he He desperately wanted to pierce the cocoon, but the needle was only in Hanzo's hand.

The wooden door was pulled open abruptly, and Genji paused for two seconds before raising his slack eyes and looking at the person who came—his elder brother was standing in front of him with a straight face, he didn't even change his bow uniform, and his wet middle-length bangs were The rain was dripping, and the mist of the rain rose from his body, mixed with the solemn scent of incense, like a god born in the mountains.

Hanzo's exposed arms and chest had clear and distinct dragon patterns, and he successfully controlled the dragon.

The two were silent for another ten seconds before Genji confirmed that the person in front of him was not a hallucination, and said slowly, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

"Take you back."

Genji sneered, looked up at Hanzo, and then said, "Because I've become the laughing stock of the Shimada family?"

"Or did brother remember his obligation to discipline me?"

Standing at the door, Hanzo glanced at Genji's unkempt yukata collar that was wide open, and the hickey and lip marks on his strong chest hadn't faded away, so Hanzo hurriedly looked away.

"You are an adult and don't need anyone's discipline. If you want to rot in the mud, no one can stop you."

His younger brother didn't wear a forehead protector, and his short green hair was thrown back rebelliously. Genji rested his head on his elbows, feeling that his stamina had already picked up. He didn't want to talk much, but he opened it anyway: "You always have to Everything is explained so sanctimoniously, why can't you admit that you just don't want me to stay here?"

Genji stared at Hanzo's eyes, his eyes opened wide, reflecting the dim candlelight, and then went dark again after a while, he didn't say a word, noncommittal.

Now the young master of the Shimada family can take charge of his own affairs and act resolutely, but he doesn't know how to appease his younger brother.

"What are you going to do to come home with me?"

Hanzo softened his tone and sought a compromise, but his stiff tone didn't mean any persuasion.

Looking at his stubborn elder brother, Genji shook his head, and he replied with a smile, "Come here, brother."

"come over."

Hanzo finally stepped into the back room full of the smell of powder. He hated this smell extremely, and even more hated this smell appearing on Genji's body.

Genji patted the open space in front of him, motioning for Hanzo to sit in his arms, and Hanzo did so this time, a sense of immoral pleasure welling up in his limbs, his distracting thoughts gnawed at him all this time. Convinced dogmas and beliefs.

His younger brother's chest was broad and hot, rubbing against his back slowly against his clothes.Genji put his chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I haven't hugged you like this in a long time."

Genji's hands stroked down Hanzo's chest, and he took off the other side of his clothes, revealing the young master's strong and strong body, and saw the bright yellow hairband tied on his brother's hand.

His numb heart was touched for a long time, as if he had expectations and fantasies about those wonderful things again.

Genji smiled at the panic in Kamihanzo's eyes, and his brother explained, "I just..."

In return, he proceeded to kiss his brother wildly and tenderly, Hanzo trying to suppress the shudder under his skillful caress.But it didn't help, and when Genji kissed his earlobe, he broke down and groaned shiveringly.

The Second Young Master's hand slipped silently into the hem of his brother's robe, took off Hanzo's trousers, and he stroked Hanzo's anus with his rough and hot fingers, which made Hanzo resist and panic.

"Genji, stop."

Hanzo's bottom line was touched, and he struggled to leave.

His younger brother said calmly, "Don't run away, brother, or there will be no future."

As Genji spoke, he took off the hair tie and bound Hanzo's hands, just like the night Hanzo turned 20.

Genji has already figured out Hanzo's temper, he no longer flaunts himself with open and aboveboard admiration and admiration, only appropriate despicable means can taste more sweetness.

And Hanzo didn't try to escape again as he wished, as if he had been wiped out of his weakness and held on to his life, he gave in.

Hanzo's acupoints were tight and dry, and Genji struggled to insert two fingers and couldn't move an inch. He saw Hanzo clenched his teeth, looking like he was in pain.

The second generation ancestor sighed, picked up the remaining marijuana smoke on the wooden table, lit it, stuffed it into Hanzo's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Breathe in."

Hanzo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The strong, bitter and unfamiliar smell of hemp leaves poured into his throat and then filled his nasal cavity. When he exhaled everything, those restraints and worries were also wiped out.His body began to go limp, and all his strength was leaning against Genji's arms.

Genji's probe found a condom among the messy clothes on the floor, he hesitated for a second before throwing it away, and finally found a disposable package of lubricant in the drawer.He parted his brother's thighs from behind and rubbed lube into his ass hole with his fingers, making the shaft squishy.

And Hanzo, who tried many taboos for the first time, was still trying to stay awake, his black hair stuck to his sweaty face, and the smell of rain and incense tortured Genji's sanity.

Genji kneaded his brother's strong chest muscles with one hand, twirled the swollen nipples with his fingers, and slowly and deeply inserted into Hanzo's rear acupoint, which Hanzo had slightly adapted to, because of the lubricating fluid, there began to make erotic water sounds.

Hanzo clenched his trapped hands into fists and placed them on the wooden table in front of him. He said drowsily, "You... are really skilled."

Genji was stunned when he heard this, the sober Hanzo would never say such a jealous complaint, he laughed silently, and lowered his body to press Hanzo who was lying on the desk.

"I've done this countless times because my desires have nowhere to go."

"Later I realized that as long as I don't get what I really want, my hunger will not be reduced by half."

As he spoke, he thrust his fingers against the place closest to the prostate in Hanzo's intestines, forcing his brother to let out a moan of collapse. Genji lowered his head and licked Hanzo's well-defined spine under the candlelight, looking at Hanzo's strong back muscles Heaving and tensing from his movements, he eventually fucked the Shimada young master with his fingers until he came out.

The thick semen dripped down on the red and green silk fabrics under them, and Hanzo closed his eyes and breathed hurriedly.

Compared with his broad chest and hips, Hanzo's waist can be said to be lean and slender. At this moment, he slumped down behind the candlelight, and his powerful body became erotic for no reason.

Genji straightened his upper body, and pressed Hanzo's naked buttocks with his hot erect lower body, and Hanzo's dark bow uniform was rolled up around his waist by their rough entanglement.

He has to do something so that his brother can no longer turn a blind eye and continue to avoid him as if nothing happened.

Although Hanzo didn't want to face up to his emotions, but his body was so honest, longing to become one with his brother of the same origin. He heard the sound of Genji unbuttoning his yukata belt, and felt his brother's fiery and firm genitals Against the entrance behind him.

Every hair on his hair, every inch of flesh is excited but also terrified.

It was beyond his wildest dreams and fantasies.

Genji pinched his brother's waist with his powerful palms, and slowly and firmly inserted his penis into Hanzo's back acupoint. desire.

Shimada Hanzo is a man who was born unable to learn femininity, but compromised for Genji.

He was wrapped in his brother's warm body, and what suffocated him this time was no longer painful feelings, but the joy of physical union.

His sweat swayed with the movement of his hips, and dripped on Hanzo's strong, wind-swept back. Genji swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and wiped the glistening sweat away with his fingers.Hanzo endured his thrusting in silence, only the red and trembling heels of his legs and the occasional tightening of his acupoints revealed the fact that he was equally excited.

Genji Naka reached out to stroke Hanzo's erect penis, his fingers were filled with sticky semen, and his eyes were full of dazzling halos.

He turned Hanzo's body over, put one of his elder brother's thighs on his shoulders, and his lower body was still mercilessly fucking the young master's ass, Hanzo, who was forced to change his position, breathed out with difficulty, letting his younger brother manipulate him For himself, he looked at the screen not far away with distracted eyes.

The fiery red sun and the waves of pines and cypresses overlapped and swayed in his eyes.

He was viciously violated by his younger brother, kissing the dragon god tattoo that appeared not long ago, Genji was like a coquettish child, constantly biting his nipples with his lips and teeth, and licking them with his rough tongue, he held Hanzo's thick chest muscles were exerting force as if expecting to squeeze out the juice.

Their lower bodies were joined together, and the muddy body hair was tangled together. Genji rubbed his lower body against his brother's soft and fragile perineum maliciously, and the rough hair rubbed Hanzo's crotch red.

"Don't... play these tricks."

Hanzo's voice at this moment was not intimidating at all, he accidentally knocked over the jug, and Genji quickly caught it.

Holding the jug, the young man turned a deaf ear to his words, and poured the wine over Hanzo's body, winding through the grooves in his muscles.With a half-covered face flushed slightly, he lowered his gaze in shame.

Genji raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, threw the empty jug away, lowered his head, pinched Hanzo's chin and kissed him deeply.Genji's tongue ring rubbed against his sensitive mouth, making Hanzo almost tremble with fear.

Even the sake became intoxicating and full-bodied, bubbling from the intense intertwining of their lips and teeth.

His younger brother has strong arms, raised his arms to hold him, and laid him flat in a pile of colorful sweatshirts. Genji grabbed Hanzo's ankles, hung his hips in the air, and buried him deep in his back hole Hanzo let out a hoarse cry after a top-down deep top of the genitals.

The smell of the woman's perfume came from the robe, reminding Hanzo of where he was and under what circumstances he was being violated by his own brother.

He was consumed by his own thoughts.

"Brother, speak up."

Genji pressed the tip of his nose against his, with the innocent yet haughty expression Hanzo was familiar with.

"Maybe I'll switch positions to make you feel better."

Before he could finish his clear and pleasant words, there was another burst of ferocious fuck, Hanzang's eyes went black, and he saw countless colorful light spots in a trance, he couldn't even yell, he could only breathe with all his might as if he was dying.

Genji still had to play tricks on him, digging at the half-hidden red and swollen nipple hole with his nails until it was abnormally swollen, and his brother seemed to have a special fondness for his chest.

"Brother, try it, you are so powerful, this should be easy for you."

Next came the penis that tortured him. Genji held his lower body with moderate strength, as if trying to squeeze out something. Hanzo was pinched back and forth by him, and soon ejaculated again. This time the orgasm was too much Violently, the semen trickled out slowly, covering Genji's hands.

"...Asshole..."

Physiological tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of Hanzo's eyes. He straightened up convulsively, and looked up to see the glass fish tank that occupied the entire wall behind him. Inside, dozens of red and white goldfish were swimming with their tails wagging.

***

The sound of the rainstorm was blocked outside the door, and the red maple fell in the wind and rain.

The measurement of the passage of time in Hanzo's mind became blurred, only the bonding and copulation with Genji became real, and only the feeling of orgasm gradually became tasteful.

His younger brother seems to be using endless energy and semen to fill his body over and over again, saying the most embarrassing love words, playing the most obscene and obscene tricks, torturing the young master of the Shimada family who has always kept himself clean The whole body is so sensitive that it can't stand the touch.

Genji, who is at ease in the sex scene, teased his brother's body with his tongue and hands. He opened Hanzo's legs, revealing his semen-filled back hole. Thick white mucus dripped down the slit of his plump buttocks, falling on the embroidery and on gold leaf.

Hanzo turned his head away, trembling slightly with shame, Genji comforted him while lowering his head to lick his anus.The metal tongue ring scratched Hanzo's delicate and sensitive lower body, Genji licked out the semen, and kissed his brother again.

This is just too lewd.

The body of the second young master of the Shimada family was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and under the light of the white candle that continued several times, he was full of sexy and wild courage.He had already untied the turban from Hanzo's hand, and now he was interlocking fingers with his brother, fucking Hanzo quickly and hard in a frontal position.

His brows, which had been kissed countless times, were still frowning, but this time it was because he was confused in lust.The corners of Hanzo's mouth were dripping with unconscious saliva, even at this point, he still clenched his teeth without letting out a single moan.

"Enough, it's almost dawn..."

Hanzo managed to open his eyes, and said softly.

Genji lowered his head to cover his incomprehensible lips, rubbed his chest against his nipples, and made a final sprint with almost ferocious force from his lower body, Hanzo was forced to clamp his brother's waist with his legs.

not enough.

At first he thought he was addicted to sex, until now he understood that there is no such thing as addiction in the world.Hanzo's deception to him and his betrayal are irrelevant.

He longed to be with his brother, to be one with his brother.

The two brothers clasped their hands too hard, leaving bruises.

Finally, after shooting into Hanzo's body several times, Genji collapsed on his brother's body, panting in a low voice:

"爱してる."

After being silent for a moment, Hanzo put his arms around Genji's neck lightly, without answering. "