"If you do this,

You will hurt them. "Yamamochi Kokuhiro gritted his teeth." If someone has to bear this kind of thing,

Then I hope... "

"This person is me."

The blonde's tone was firm, and his bearing was awe-inspiring. He pursed his lips,

The Divine Inquisitor couldn't help but laugh out loud at the indignant look on his face.

He withdrew his arm and gently rubbed the spot where the other party had pinched him. He asked with a smile,

"What makes you think that I will choose you if you say that?"

The black-haired youth asked so matter-of-factly,

It was like an exquisite and sharp thorn,

It easily drilled into the gap in the heavy barrier of the blade,

It hit the softest and most tender fragility.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro's originally turbulent aura was like a leaking balloon. With a whoosh, it scattered in all directions, leaving only a soft and fat skin bag.

He opened his mouth,

He wanted to say something,

But he only moved his lips in vain. He didn't make a single sound.

Instead, his face was connected to his neck and ears,

It was like a cooked shrimp that was swelling up bit by bit.

Interesting, interesting,

It was really too interesting!!!

A voice from the depths of his self-control,

It overflowed from the bottom of his heart to his throat.

Ji Kai couldn't help but reach out to touch his neck,

His slender fingers lingered between his lips and teeth.

He wanted to laugh,

But there was no time to laugh. He could only restrain himself, deliberately lower his voice, and continue to pursue:

"Hasebe -kun, I like his mutated bones and muscles very much.

Tarō, on the other hand, has such a big physique, but has soft and smooth long hair. It's very warm to hug.

Gokusen, on the other hand, is beautiful and gentle. When he's fierce, he has a different flavor... Well, you asked me not to attack them. Then, can you satisfy me? "

The Inquisitor's question was clear and clear. Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his head deeply and remained silent.

The courage he had accumulated had been exhausted. He didn't even dare to look at the other party now.

But how could he take back the chess pieces that had already been put down?

How could he give up on what he had said?

He had taken the first step. No matter how weak he was, he had to finish the rest of the journey.

As he encouraged himself, the blond bladesman tried his best to think of all the advantages that could be replaced.

"You, you said that I was very, very, very …"

"Very what?" A certain someone mischievously rubbed his chin and mischievously played dumb.

"… Handsome …"

"Handsome, handsome …"

"That's right."

"He also praised … praised me for … fighting …"

"Of what?"

"Yes, yes." Mountain Lady swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Well …" The Inquisitor folded his arms and walked to the window. He leaned against the table and said, "I think there was such a thing, but I can't remember it clearly."

The young man frowned slightly. His expression was a little uncertain, and there was some doubt in his eyes.

This kind of gaze made Yamamochi Kokuhiro very uncomfortable. It was as if the "praise" he had received from the other party was a lie he had fabricated.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his stomach. The blond man took a few steps closer to The Inquisitor. He suddenly raised his head and growled in a low voice, "What's with that look in your eyes?!"

"I didn't lie to you!

That's what you said yourself! "

"Yes, yes, you didn't lie to me. I remember now."

Ji Kai didn't expect him to have such a big reaction. Looking at the blond man's slightly red green eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He immediately softened his tone and reached out to touch his head.

Fu Mourning God subconsciously turned his head to dodge and took a step back.

He seemed to have realized that he had lost his composure. He coughed uncomfortably and tried to continue listing his "advantages.

"And, and … I am … a close, close attendant …

"It, it will be convenient … a lot more convenient …"

As he spoke, Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who had new ideas in his mind, became softer and softer. His face, which had just returned to its original color, began to redden again.

As the kind of blade that was extremely thin-skinned and had poor language skills, Yamamochi at this moment appeared to be soft and easy to bully, but he was actually very angry and unhappy.

This displeasure was due to the resentment he felt when he sensed that the other party was deliberately teasing him, but more than that, it was resentment towards himself.

If he could be a little stronger, a little more powerful, would he have the strength and confidence to stand in front of this person and calmly pick out his "advantages"? He wouldn't have to rack his brains and come up with nothing …

At this moment, Yamamochi Kokuhiro couldn't help but pray in his heart, hoping that The Inquisitor would give up on pursuing his questions.

He had already done his best to prove that he was "better" than other blades, but he knew very well that there was no further proof.

The black-haired youth stared at him for a while with one hand on his cheek, as if he was thinking about whether he could change his taste.

Finally, the heavens seemed to hear his wish.

The Inquisitor curled his lips and came to a certain conclusion.

"That's true …"

He walked over with a smile and put one hand on the side of Fu Mourning God's waist. Under the other party's eyes that widened in surprise, he effortlessly brought Yamamochi Kokuhiro to the bed with an irresistible force.

This was also the first time the blond realized that the smile of this frail young man could be so dangerous and intimidating.

His intuition was verified by what he saw in reality.

However, Yamamochi Kokuhiro didn't feel a trace of joy.

He watched as The Inquisitor bent down and felt the other party pull out his belt with one hand. His body was so stiff that he couldn't move.

The black bathrobe slid off his shoulders.

The expression on the blond's handsome face seemed to be completely frozen.

Ji Kai used his hand to stroke Fu Mourning God's hair and observed the blond's exposed forehead in his field of vision. As a result, his entire temperament changed. He sighed again. This game could be said to be the most attractive game he had ever played.

With his other hand, he took out a communicator that looked like a mobile phone from the list he carried with him. As Mountain Lady Qie Guoguang blinked gently, he took a close-up of his face with his sword and saber at close range.

The Inquisitor, who felt Yamamochi's gaze following him, put the phone back in his pocket and said casually, "I'll give you a copy after I print it out."

The blond lowered his eyes and turned his head to the side.

Under the light, on the bed, a handsome man with half of his clothes was lying there. He looked like he was at the mercy of others.

Even though he knew in his heart that the other party was just a human figure transformed by his blade, Ji Kai, who hadn't had sex for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He finally realized what was going on.

In this game, The Inquisitor didn't need to personally fight on the battlefield. At the same time, all the details of life were so well developed. Moreover, Fu Mourning God's worldview was a little confusing. In fact, it was a harem game in the name of combat!!!

Otherwise, how could this scene be explained?!

The Inquisitor couldn't help but remember the scene of him kissing Hasebe in the spire apartment last time.

As an experienced womanizer who had lived for thousands of years, Ji Kai had long since come to a conclusion about his fatal weakness. He was at his wit's end when it came to people who were serious. Yet, he was especially easily attracted to such people.

Because it was too beautiful …

That day in the basement, his emotions fluctuated and his mind was unstable.

However, Cut Long Hasebe looked at him with that kind of gaze.

The kind that worried about you, cared about you more than yourself, and was willing to do anything as long as you didn't have to worry anymore …

What era was this, how could there be such an idiot?

Speaking of idiots, wasn't there another one in front of him?

Fu Mourning God, who didn't trust The Inquisitor and only thought the worst of him, had completely forgotten what he had said before.

Not only did he not communicate with him, but he also acted recklessly.

He didn't know if he was too pessimistic or if his brain was wired differently from ordinary people.

Ji Kai originally wanted to 'teach' Yamamochi Kokuhiro a lesson. He wanted to make him understand that he could eat whatever he wanted, but he couldn't say whatever he wanted. It would be best if he could wash away the belief of 'trusting his lord' in his mind a few more times. However, it was already late, and One Vibration still needed him.

Thinking of this, Ji Kai got up from Yamamochi's body and unfolded the belt in his hand. He lowered his head and smiled, "This bathrobe is not bad. Where did you buy it?"

His upper body was cold. The blond man bit his lower lip and replied softly, "Today, I … I bought it at Wan Wu."

It turned out that he went to the toilet for so long because he was secretly doing this.

"What else did you prepare?"

Ji Kai reached out and stuck the belt to Fu Mourning God's eyes. Because he felt the man trembling, he deliberately slowed down his movements and slowly tied a bow behind his head.

"No, no … no …" Yamamochi stuttered. He was so frightened by The Inquisitor's actions that he couldn't even breathe.

"Well, an innocent little sheep occasionally …" Ji Kai whispered in his ear, "It's still fresh."

"I, I'm not —" The blond man found himself unable to move after he finished speaking.

Deprived of light, thrown into darkness, and now lost control of his body, Yamamochi Kokuhiro finally realized how terrible what he was about to do was.

The Inquisitor's hand touched his neck, and the ice-cold chill seeped into his bones in an instant.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro opened his mouth slightly, and his voice was stuck in his throat. He felt the bathrobe being pulled off from his body.

“！”

He used all his strength and only clenched his fingers.

In the next second, a soft and comfortable fabric enveloped him.

The Inquisitor's breath brushed against his neck, and the soft and elegant voice, as smooth as velvet, sounded.

"I'll leave for a while.

Wait here … quietly for me to come back. "

The Inquisitor disappeared.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro lay on the bed, and for a few seconds, he didn't come back to his senses at all.

Then, amidst the ticking of the clock, his violent panting slowly calmed down.

Had he escaped the calamity?

Or … was this just the beginning of a long torture?

The blond man recalled The Inquisitor's words and suddenly realized that The Inquisitor had gone to find Hasebe!

His "sacrifice" didn't seem to have the expected effect.