Kirito's manga

() The next day was approaching the afternoon when Dalian opened her obsidian-like big clear and gorgeous eyes, which were still in a hazy state, just as she was about to turn over. She continued to sleep, but because she accidentally pulled a wound on a certain part of her body, a tearing pain in her lower body reached her nerves, and the burning pain made her gasp.

"...My body hurts..." Dalian muttered in a low voice, and the somewhat intermittent tone made it hard to imagine the extent of the pain she was talking about. When he saw the childlike and innocent face, his eyes became confused for a moment, probably because he had just woken up and his brain was still in a dissociated state.

"...Huh? Kirito!?" Dalian was startled, the words flooded into her brain, she immediately recalled some absurd things last night, just about to shout out, her eyes suddenly became blurred, and then Suddenly her eyes became extremely indifferent, and finally, that indifference gradually turned into sweet happiness, and those eyes that revealed a touch of love made her now have a kind of astonishing beauty.

As soon as Dalian recalled the blushing voices that came out of her mouth last night, she was so ashamed that she couldn't find things, and now she wished she could find a mouse hole on the spot.

At this time, Darian's white to transparent face was still tinged with a blush, which seemed to be the aftertaste of something, but now she realized that she had fallen asleep with her pillow on Kirito's chest. The warmth that makes people feel at ease should also be the reason.

"Really... I knew it was my first time, but I didn't know how to feel sorry for him last night." Looking at the childish sleeping face in front of her, the attitude that was completely inconsistent with the usual vigorous and vigorous attitude made Da Lian chuckled softly. Usually, when she was recycling the phantom book, her unusually sharp eyes gave people a sense of maturity and stability, and at the same time exuded a strong sense of coercion. However, this immature posture now gives people the impression of an immature boy. illusion.

"Now I realize that you still have such a cute side." Looking at the sleeping face in front of her, Dalian gradually became obsessed with it. The cheek of the man in love, finally, slightly opened his arms and hugged it.

"I like you, Kirito, so... now you belong to me alone... Kirito Kazuto?" At this moment, Dalian seemed to feel that the time of the world had stopped passing, and time would always be here What the moment unfolded was imprinted on her memory.

"I can hear everything. You spoke as boldly as last night, Darian." For an instant, the girl with a sweet look on her face froze, and panic took over her entire face. With a pretty face, it's like being crushed by someone you like.

"Ah...! It hurts!" Dalian, who wanted to evacuate quickly, probably because she moved too fast, touched the wound on her lower body again, and the pain when the girl broke her body made her wrinkle her body The eyebrows that were still looking, were accompanied by the sound of metal collisions from the big locks on the chest that were shining with a dull metallic luster.

At this time, Dalian noticed that Kirito's expression and feeling at this time were no longer like the illusion that he was about to die when he first met him, although his expression It was completely the same as before, but Dalian still noticed the difference, at least the exhausted expression that he always had had long since disappeared.

"Really... Although I really want to say early in the morning, but it seems that the time is already close to the afternoon." Looking at the light shining into the room from the window, Kirito opened his eyes, and said with a slightly low tone: "Just now Waking up and hearing such a speech really makes me want to..." Kirito did not say the following words, but expressed them with practical actions.

"...Woo...ah!" A groan full of endless temptation came from Darian's small cherry lips, feeling the small bud on her chest being gently pinched, she couldn't help but feel her body was already extremely sensitive His eyes blurred. "Wait, my place still hurts now...can I not?" Dalian's tone was full of pleading.

"I'm not as good as a ghost yet, and you're hungry too, I'll get up and make you something to eat." Kirito chuckled lightly, kissed the girl's forehead lightly, and opened his mouth. The quilt that covered the naked bodies of the two got up from the bed. At this time, the two of them still had many red marks on their bodies, which should be hickey marks. This is the proof that the two of them went crazy all night last night. There is also a red imprint that looks like a plum blossom.

Dalian lay on the bed, looking at Kirito's perfect figure as a man with a slightly appreciative look, and the figure when he was dressing gave her a strange sense of beauty.

"It's a kind of enjoyment for a man to watch a woman dress", when Dalien recalled this sentence she heard at some time, she suddenly felt that if this sentence was reversed, it would not be bad, at least she is very happy now. I like watching the man in front of me change his clothes.

"Is that what a man tastes like? It's not bad." Gently stroking the red marks on her upper body, Dalian thought to herself, and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was very suitable for her innocent appearance and age.

"It seems that I, who was feared in the name of black swordsman in the past, have also fallen!" With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Kirito got busy in the kitchen. To be honest, last night's crazy night, this Jean has an absolutely fatal allure for him who has just tasted the forbidden fruit between men and women.

After feeding Dalian some food to restore her strength, she still got out of bed despite Kirito's obstruction in every possible way. Probably because of the first time she broke her body, Dalian walked in a strange posture, her limp The way of turning around made Kirito look at him from the sidelines, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, his body trembling slightly while holding back his laughter.

By the way, because of the madness of the two of them last night, the jet-black dress that Dalian never left was also stained with some liquid that had already solidified. Naturally, such clothes had to be washed carefully, which made Dali What Ann is wearing now is a very large long-sleeved black dress, which was worn by Kirito in the past. If it wasn't because it was men's clothing, it could be worn as a dress on Dali'an. The top hem made Dalyan look ridiculous.

"Really... don't you guys know how to be restrained?! Do you know how many times you did it last night?! Eight times, or nine times, I think it's already ten times!" It was extremely red, but Dalian's tone didn't change at all. The arrogant yet arrogant tone made Kirito smile wryly and shook his head, and at the same time, he said something that made Dalian want to punch him. .

"Although it was indeed me who took the initiative at the beginning, wasn't it all in your hands later on? I remember it, it was obviously you last night..." Kirito's words made Dalien's eyes widen. Kirito's pretty face like a burning cloud made him look very attractive, his cherry lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

At night, Kirito and Darian are not the kind of people who are overwhelmed by desire, but they still fall asleep on the same bed, and Kirito buries his head deeply in Darian's beautiful black long hair. In his hair, smelling the intoxicating body fragrance, the lily-like, lotus-like, peony-like fragrance made him very intoxicated in it.

Dalian also seemed to like Kirito's chest very much, and fell asleep on this place like a pillow. The warmth that she had never experienced before made her very satisfied. Of course, the love for the man in front of her was also an important point in her heart.

A week later, Dalian returned to the familiar and mysterious dark dress that looked like a dress and armor from the medieval knight age. Although her walking was still a little weird, at least it would not be noticed by anyone, and as long as she didn't Running too fast will not affect the wound. The same Kirito also told Darien some basic knowledge about the body of the heroic spirit. The most important point is naturally the magic power to maintain the body's movement.

When she first heard that Kirito was a heroic spirit, Dalian even shouted to sign a contract with him, so that the two of them signed a contract with each other. Although they were a little moved, Kirito still shook his head and rejected it. After accepting Darian's proposal, she then told her about the special nature of Duji's body, that is, the magic power in her body seemed to be sealed by Danterian's bookshelf, which made Darian seem to be very shocked. look.

"Which person is this!?" Dalian's tone at this time, even those who are not observant enough, can feel the anger and boredom in it. Holding a book with considerable weight in his hand, his eyes are looking at it. Looking at the light blue figure who was tidying up the tea sets on the table in front of him, his expression was extremely ugly.

"Sa...but it's really strange. The few people who came here are all well-known wealthy businessmen or young masters in the king, and the things that need to be borrowed are all..." Kirito's words at this time were no more than Dalian's. How much better, if he didn't want people to have a bad impression of him, he would have taken out his sword and blasted away all those people. However, just when he wanted to put this idea into action in his heart, the familiar The rhythmic polite knock on the door rang again. For country villas, such facilities as doorbells are rarely set up.

Kirito slowly opened the door with impatience. Outside the door was a small man with an anxious face, or he should be a young man from the outside. The first impression of a young man is that he is at home. The feeling of pampering, the familiar baby face in Kirito's memory made him startled, and then said in a very uncertain tone: "Are you...Aruman?"

"Long time no see, Kirito-sama...ah no, it's Kirito, that's right, it's me—Aruman Jeremiah." The baby-faced young man named Aruman suddenly fell silent when he saw Kirito When he frowned, he immediately changed his words. He suddenly remembered that Kirito hated people calling him that.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Looking at the small young man in front of him, Tongkou said with nostalgia in his tone, remembering that the father of the young man in front of him sent his son to the battlefield at the worst moment of the war, and it just happened It was sent to the Ministry of Air Force where Xiuyi served at that time, and because of that relationship, Kirito also knew the young man in front of him.

By the way, the young man named Aruman Jeremiah owns one of the few shipyards in Europe. Although he does not have a knighthood, his financial resources are huge and unmatched by ordinary viscounts.

"Then, why don't you go to the Three Treasures Palace...why does the son of a rich man come to me, a person who has long since given up in the capital and is still relying on the inheritance left by his best friend who passed away?" Okay, Although Aruman really wanted to complain about Kirito's words, he couldn't find any faults at all, because there was really nothing to complain about.

"Kirito... the phantom book, please lend me the phantom book, I know it! In the inheritance of Viscount Deswald you inherited, there are a large number of books collected by Viscount Deswald when he passed away, and there should be a famous one among them. Because of the existence of the phantom book." Aruman's shouted words made Kirito stunned, and then his expression became extremely strange, as if he had encountered something and was already bored.

"What is the title of the phantom book?" After a brief silence, Kirito asked in a casual tone, and Aruman immediately answered: ""The Book of the Seal of the Salamander", it is said that it is in this Books that should not exist in the world and have long been burned have become phantom books."