Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

"and many more……"

With a bad feeling in her heart, Mia pushed Dio who was pressing on her away and sat up.

"Can I ask what exactly you want to do?"

Dio had mentioned this before, but she quickly forgot about it...

Could it be that he was being whipped by a belt and made to spin like a top?

Dio changed his usual indifference. He was not annoyed when being pushed away. He went over and put his arms around Mia's waist: "You promised me."

"I didn't say I wanted to break the contract." Mia raised her hand and stroked Dio's blond hair. "I just wanted to ask."

Dio chuckled softly, his voice filled with suppressed joy: "It will only hurt a little, don't be afraid."

Wouldn't it still hurt?

It doesn’t feel like a good thing!

Mia thought about it and decided that since she had already promised the other party, it would not be a good idea to go back on her word.

Mia pinched Dio's ear and pulled it gently: "Don't go too far. If I get angry, I will beat you up."

"it is good."

Dio responded softly, prying Mia's hands apart.

"Take off your clothes."

Mia nodded subconsciously: "Okay...what?!"

Mia covered her collar and was unwilling to take it off, but under Dio's moral coercion, "If you go back on your word, it will seriously hurt my weak heart," she agreed dizzily.

Mia went to the bathroom and took off her dinosaur nightgown.

Looking at the naked person in the mirror, she couldn't help but cover her key parts.

Are you coming out?

It feels weird...

After hesitating for a while, Mia took Dior's bathrobe from the hanger and put it on.

Dior only said to take off clothes, he didn't say you can't put on another one!

so smart!

Mia tied the belt of her bathrobe and adjusted her collar, feeling much more secure.

The bedroom and bathroom are connected, so Mia can go directly back to her room without going through the corridor.

She opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

The girl was wearing a purple velvet bathrobe which was very loose and the hem was too long, dragging on the ground, making her look extremely petite.

Dio, who was sitting on the bed, was stunned when he saw his bathrobe.

Mia stood at the door of the bathroom and hesitated: "Don't hit me with the belt."

"I won't hit you." Dio curled his lips and hooked his finger at Mia, "Come here."

Mia grabbed the hem of her bathrobe and moved towards the bed, taking three steps at a time.

Dio didn't rush her and let her walk slowly.

No matter how slowly you walk, you will eventually finish the journey.

After a moment, Mia walked to Dio's side and saw a tray on the bed with paints, pens and...

needle.

A needle that gleams with cold light.

Holy shit, is Dior possessed by Aunt Rong?!

Mia took a half step back and twisted her fingers: "How about a belt?"

"Mia, you can write your name on the candy box, right?" Dio looked at Mia's innocent face, his tone gentle and patient, as if he was coaxing a child.

"I'm just afraid that you'll eat it secretly... Even if I wrote it, you'd still eat it, you bad boy."

"I won't eat it next time."

"I don't believe it." Mia pouted and glared at him.

"I want to do the same thing tonight." Dio stood up and walked slowly to Mia, like a cheetah approaching its prey.

Mia tilted her head: "Eating candy secretly?"

Dio suddenly lifted Mia up by her back and knees, like a princess, and said, "I'm writing your name on it."

Mia didn't understand at all and was put on the bed by Dio in deep confusion.

Dio grabbed the collar of his bathrobe and pulled it down.

Mia slapped Dio's hand away and shrank back, her watery green eyes full of vigilance: "You really won't hit me?"

"I really won't hit you." Dio grabbed the belt of the bathrobe, pulled Mia back, and kissed her cheek, "You disappeared just because of Johnny. Do you know how worried I was?"

"I'm not doing this for Johnny..." Mia felt a little guilty and lowered her voice.

"Be good and don't move." Dio went for Lamia's collar again, but this time Mia didn't dodge.

Dio was much taller than Mia, and his bathrobe was too big for Mia. It was very loose, and even with a belt, it could still slide down easily...

The collar that Mia had just straightened became loose and reached the waist.

At this time, Dior's pajamas were neatly arranged.

Dio looked Mia from top to bottom.

Sweet face, slender neck, delicate collarbone, slightly raised chest, slender waist...

Her skin is fair, with graceful and strong lines, like a ripe peach, with a green skin tinged with light pink, exuding a sweet peach fragrance, sour and sweet.

Dio's gaze was as real as substance. Mia had the illusion that she was being caressed and her fingers shrank back.

"Don't be afraid, it's very gentle."

Dio took out a pen from the tray, sat next to Mia, and carefully looked for a place to write.

Mia bit her lip lightly and lay stiffly.

If he could, he would like to tattoo Mia's name on her heart.

But no, Mia would die.

So……

It should be located closest to the heart.

Dio's eyes slid to the left side of Mia's chest.

Delicate and small, it looks like a bud about to bloom; white and tender, it looks like fallen cherry blossoms in the snow.

The tip of the pen fell, and Mia felt a little itchy, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"do not move."

Dio's voice became a little colder, not as gentle as before, as if he was devoted to some extremely important task.

Mia gripped the sheets, enduring the occasional, light, heavy touch of the pen tip.

Time passed slowly, and Dio stopped writing after an unknown amount of time.

He stood up, turned his head left and right, walked under the bed and walked around, observing his sketch from various angles, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, seeming very satisfied.

Mia pulled her bathrobe up: "What did you draw?"

"It suits you very well." Dio sat back on the bed, picked up the steel needle on the tray, dipped it in a little ink, leaned over, and was about to pierce the drawn sketch.

"Dior."

Mia supported herself on the bed, stood up slightly, grabbed Dio's hand holding the needle, and her green eyes shone with a faint light.

"No, that's too weird..."

Dio lowered his head and kissed Mia's fingers, very gently, like a silent request.

Mia froze as if she had touched something extremely hot, let go of Dio, and retracted her hand.

"Don't be afraid." Dio rubbed Mia's head with his free hand.

Mia suddenly remembered that when Dario was drunk, Dio would pounce on her and take the punches.

When Dalio fell asleep from exhaustion, Dio touched her head and comforted her, saying "Don't be afraid", while grimacing in pain.

With a soft sigh, Mia laid back on the bed and relaxed.

The ink-stained needle tip pierced into the skin.

If it is too dark, it will fade; if it is too light, it will fade. It must be neither light nor heavy.

Dio had practiced this on his subordinates countless times and had already mastered it by heart.

Again and again, black lines meandered across the snow-white skin.

After piercing a short section, Dio raised his head and looked at Mia's slightly frowned brows: "Don't bear it, scream if it hurts, otherwise it will easily hurt."

Mia was stunned for a moment, then relaxed her brows and smiled slightly: "Okay."

Dior dipped the needle in ink and pierced the skin.

The muscles swelled, blood oozed out, and the girl let out a soft moan...

It seems to hurt.

An indescribable joy slowly welled up in Dio's heart.

It was as if through the pain he was being seen clearly by Mia, establishing a closer connection.

Black lines outlined the outline of the pattern on the skin, and Dior picked up another clean steel needle and dipped it in some red cinnabar.

His blood was added to it.

The colors would definitely look better.

After taking a deep look at the red on the needle tip, Dio held the needle and performed acupuncture.

The boy's soul melted into the cinnabar and seeped into his skin.

Every drop of red mixed in the white wine is a dewdrop of his life, reflecting the color of his soul.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window began to turn pale.

A gorgeous flower blooms on the girl's fair and delicate skin.

The tattoo was almost finished, but Dio didn't relax at all.

The tip of the needle stained with ink pierced into the center of the flower, leaving the tattoo artist's name.

Every time the needle was inserted and withdrawn, Dio would take a deep breath, as if the needle was piercing his heart.

The sky was completely bright and Dior completed his work.

The bright morning light shines down, illuminating the pattern on the girl's chest.