When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"...No...I..."

Suddenly caught in the fire, facing this unexpected question, whether it is a question or an answer, it should be filled with shame and also difficult to say, Yong Ye couldn't help but want to escape, but after taking two steps back, he remembered something. , the faces were not very good-looking and asked the two of them: "...Aren't you two feeling ashamed? Why can you ask this kind of question in an open and honest way?"

"Shame? That kind of useless thing is not necessary in front of you."

"Come on, which is better?"

"..."

As expected, the girls holding a tablet computer didn't care about shame.

Although Jibril was taught by the idle and bored Yong Ye for her spiritual cleanliness a few decades ago, she was taught to have a sense of shame in the elves library and gave her a course on health and sports, but... shame There is, but sometimes it doesn't seem to be there.

As for Tobiichi Origami... She herself is an existence that competes with Flügel in terms of anomalies. Although she has the concept of common sense, she has a sense of shame...

In the living room, there were three men, two women and one man. The one with the strongest sense of shame was the man. This situation caused Yong Ye to become vague when faced with this bizarre question.

"That...I think...everyone has their own advantages, big benefits, small benefits, each has its own strengths, and they are all geared to different markets, so we can't one-sidedly say which one is better. , because that's definitely not objective enough, it's wrong!"

In a positive tone, he said that both sides were not guilty, and the answer was ambiguous. In the early days, Yong Ye was still thinking that he had found a way of peace, but then he was like he couldn't stand his words again, and covered his words with one hand. He wiped his face and sighed, "What kind of perverted speech am I talking about..."

"Please forgive my rude questioning, but also ask Lord Yongye not to evade the question. Which one is the better conclusion? I'm not interested in other people's, you just need to say your own."

Jibril is not a person to be fooled, and she is very concerned about this issue. She stared at him with amber eyes without squinting. Although Origami didn't say a word, she also looked at him just like Jibril. It is impossible to go up without giving an accurate answer.

"...Everyone has different interests and hobbies, and I don't plan to expose my sexual fetishes. I can't answer this question!"

After saying this, without waiting for the two to react, before the two sides could stop it, he fled like a rabbit, and quickly ran out of the door to stay away from this battlefield without gunpowder smoke, but it was difficult to adapt to.

At night, even though Yong Ye finally arranged another room for her, Jibril slipped into Yong Ye's room that night.

Yong Ye hadn't slept yet, just lay on the bed, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window and thinking with his eyes closed, noticing Jibril's appearance but ignoring it, wanting to wait for her to retreat naturally.

Who would have thought... Jibril simply put her hands on the bed on both sides of his waist, and climbed onto the bed with her knees on the bed and placed him under her.

"...You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do you want to do? Night attack?"

Aware of Jibril's movements, Yong Ye opened his eyes and saw him. He didn't touch him at all, but was just above him, a Flügel girl who was about to drool.

Chapter 28 If I'm looking forward to death, will you kill me?

Putting on a **** crop top, Jibril, who kept flapping her little wings exposed in the air behind her back, asked her curiosity about her inner curiosity with a sweet smile.

"Night attack? No, I was just thinking about what Lord Yongye was thinking, so I took a closer look, but I found that Lord Yongye smells really good, an extremely powerful and resolute sweet soul, very good smell! As expected of me monarch."

In the face of Jibril's praise, Yong Ye couldn't be happy at all, and couldn't find anything to be happy about, just sighed helplessly: "...Let's not mention what you said, just talk about you Now on top of me, that's obviously the following offense, okay?"

"Excuse me for a moment, you won't mind, will you?"

Saying so, the Flügel girl who put her index finger to her lips, showing inexplicable sexiness and charm, obviously had no intention of getting up.

"...How can you be sure I won't mind? How can I sleep like this?"

"Can't we just sleep together?"

"Please, please don't take it for granted, I..."

"I don't care!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jibril seemed to be impatient to rush towards him. She pressed down and hugged him directly. She put her head on his chest and inhaled: "Haha~ the smell of Lord Yongye~!"

"—Hey! Are you a pervert?! Ah... Forget, you are a pervert..."

"It's really rude, Lord Yong Ye, I'm just interested in your Lord God, um~ body, soul and even smell, I'm very interested."

"...So, according to human common sense, this is a perverted speech."

"God~ so what? I'm not a human, so why should I care about these things."

Even though Yong Ye said it was a pervert, Jibril didn't care at all, instead she still smiled like a girl who sniffed delicious cakes. The vivid metaphor is probably a gangster who met a beautiful woman.

Although it is extremely strange, sometimes it makes people feel very interesting, but if you are the object of entanglement, it is really difficult for Yongye to feel interesting, but you can't laugh or cry.

And not only can Jibril smell him, he can't smell it, he can also smell Jibril's unique fragrance of girls.

Jibril not only doesn't feel heavy when pressed on her body, but she is still under a load that feels good, and even because of its softness, people can't help but want to hug this delicate body tightly. impulse.

It's just... From Yong Ye's point of view, Jibril seems to have grown up under his watch... From a little one, to a beautiful girl like this, it's hard to think about that kind of special feeling, and in addition ...

"Lord Yongye." Jibril suddenly stopped her sexual harassment of Yongye, raised her head and looked at him seriously and asked, "What is your definition of emotion and love?"

"...Is it such a difficult question all of a sudden?"

"Well... the Flügel is a race with eternal life, there is no need for reproduction at all, and there is no chemical substance such as hormones that induce love, so... I don't understand love affairs very well, you can teach me. ?"

"It's this again..."

"You must know, right? You haven't finished talking before. This time it's a very long time, and the night is still long. Please tell me a little bit and carefully." Out of her trust and admiration for Yong Ye, Jibree Er's eyes looked at him with curiosity.

And this question was asked completely by the wrong person, making Yong Ye, a person who can be called emotionally deficient to some extent, really difficult to answer. He wanted to refuse but was worried about destroying what he thought was in Jibril's mind. The image of omnipotence and omnipotence, especially when she met Jibril's eyes, felt that it was difficult to betray Jibril's trust in herself.

The problem is that although he is omnipotent in the world controlled by the star cup, he is indeed omnipotent in the true sense, but he is omniscient... In the sense of physics and laws, he is also omniscient in the space he occupies. , but emotionally...

In the realm of control, he can easily manipulate all beings, including the feelings of gods, and fabricate countless emotions such as family, friendship, and love, and let all the other gods truly fall in love with him. There is no problem at all, but the problem is that this does not mean He will understand what love is.

Just like a billionaire with depression, he can easily make people happy, but he can't make himself happy. He can control other people's feelings, but he can't control his own.

Although he can literally understand what love is, he has no way to explain the ambiguous concept, because he himself is really just talking on paper.

But... Maybe that's enough to deal with Jibril who doesn't understand love?

"Cough, since you're so curious, then I'll tell you." Thinking of fooling around in the past, Yong Ye casually played with Jibril's long hair scattered on the side, pondered for a moment and said, "Not only It's just your Flügel, the six high-ranking races you are familiar with, whether it's giants, dragons, fantasy, or even gods, they all have eternal life, and the ability to reproduce is not a rule of life. Creatures, right?"

"Yes, but what's wrong?" Jibril tilted her head blankly.

"Well, what I want to say is that although you don't have hormones, you're all sentient beings, not machines. No... Even machines, like Hubby, don't understand emotions? She doesn't even have cells. Existence, that is to say...love does not need hormones to appear, as long as there is emotion, the rest can only be understood."

After saying a long series of foreshadowing, Yong Ye gave it after I felt it was almost the same, saying it was as foolish as not saying it, and by the way, after thinking for a while, in order to change the subject, I asked: "... said Get up, didn't you often ask Hughbi this kind of question before? Doesn't she know that she's married now?"

"There is no accurate answer, it's all ambiguous answers, and then before she can finish talking, she will overheat and smoke, and keep reporting errors for a long time." Recalling her past contact with Hubby, Jibril revealed The troubled expression seems to be still dissatisfied with the situation that Hugh began to smoke halfway through his words.

"...Overheating? Sure enough, it's an interesting Ex-Machina."

"I don't care if the Ex-Machine is interested, but your words are not even as good as hers, and they have no value at all."

"Hey, hey... I'm your monarch and main god, right? Would you be too hurtful like this..." Hearing Jibril's words while putting her finger on her chin, Yong Ye couldn't help but feel a little depressed , This is the answer that he racked his brains to think of. Although it is indeed completely meaningless, he cannot deny this, but even if he fails to pass the test, he should be more euphemistic.