【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

Dazai Osamu said something in Ekawakami's ear, and did not leave after the kiss, but rubbed his ears against Ekawakami's.

Just like a black cat seeking petting and caressing, it let out meaningless hums from its mouth and its breathing became irregular.

Jiangchuan put down the hand that was supporting his face and raised it directly to push Dazai who was about to kiss him.

Two pink and white fingertips immediately fell on those sexy thin lips, and Jiang Chuan Shang slightly turned his head to glance at him.

"I'm not interested in books. If Dazai wants to marry me, he'll have to work harder."

"So is it to agree to other requests? At my expense, I think you definitely want it."

Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes to look at the fingertips on his lips, then quickly raised his eyelids, looked at the nearby river, and asked softly.

At the same time, his free hand was not idle either. After supporting himself on the ground to adjust his body's balance, he naturally raised his arm and took hold of the thin wrist that Jiang Chuan Shang placed on his lips, and used a little force to control the fingertips to press against his lips.

After doing all this, Dazai Osamu looked at Jiangchuan again, his iris-colored eyes flashing with a dangerous dark light.

"I'm so happy, Tomie-san. Someone loves a rotten piece of black mud like me, hehe~"

After an unknown chuckle, he winked ambiguously at Jiang Chuan Shang, and began to lick his lips and bite them lightly with his teeth.

A moist, tingling sensation continuously came from the fingertips. Jiang Chuan Shang felt as if he was scalded and could not help wanting to retract his fingers.

But as soon as he made a move, Dazai Osamu, who had already predicted it in advance, naturally tightened his grip on Egawakami's fingers to stop this movement.

"Don't leave..." Dazai Osamu said hoarsely, staring at Jiangchuan, his lips held his fingertips again, and pushed them out with the tip of his tongue while speaking, "Just take it slow like this, okay?"

Jiang Chuan Shang looked at him silently, feeling a burning sensation on his wrist.

Dazai looked at him, then sighed and said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

"You are someone worth pursuing. I am afraid that you will disappear quickly after I get you. Please don't let me chase you in vain... ok?"

He continued, his voice a little cautious and pleading, as if he was afraid of getting a negative answer.

As the words fell, his lips slowly fell along the fingertips to the back of the hand, his movements were as gentle as a feather, for fear of hurting the other person.

"This is more painful than letting me die..."

Dazai Osamu's voice became increasingly deeper, as if filled with pain and despair.

On the contrary, his passionate and cherishing kisses touched that slender white wrist one by one, and each kiss was full of affection and attachment that could not be ignored.

His lips were trembling slightly, opening and closing as if he wanted to say something else, but he eventually gave up the idea and said something else instead.

"Just because I'm covered in wounds and have empty eyes... Tomie-san, please hug me... and give me a kiss that will show you how I am accepted."

The black-haired young man said this, his iris-colored eyes revealing a tentative look, like a wandering cat that has suffered unspeakable injuries, wanting to choose a safe haven for himself.

And he knew very well that this "safe haven" might be even more dangerous than this world.

But he still offered himself to the devil in a sacrificial manner, begging for mercy.

Jiang Chuan Shang quietly watched the scene in front of him, and suddenly he felt unable to breathe.

The value of a person lies in the weight of his words.

When the heaviness is mixed with the pain of fate, it becomes immeasurable.

It was a light more vast than the stars and the universe, but it was covered with the crimson twilight, and from then on became black, white and gray.

Jiang Chuan Shang holds the script in his hand and can clearly see what this decadent guy is struggling with.

He just lives too clearly and lives too hard.

Sweet temptation is like wine, which can make people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

This was his choice, betting on that chance of happiness, betting that he could successfully escape from this world and step into the realm of gods.

There is a 99.9% chance that this opportunity will fail, but doesn’t that still leave a 0.1% chance?

He was just gambling.

Even if he has no personality anymore and is just a piece of mud, he can still pay the bet.

Well worth it, isn't it?

It’s really worth it.

Jiang Chuan Shang curled his lips slightly and looked up at him: "Do you know what this means?"

Dazai Osamu also lowered his head, and the two men's eyes met again clearly, one as black as ink, the other as deep as a kite.

As they looked at each other, Dazai Osamu suddenly gave a playful smile: "I see the look of an interesting commodity, but you still don't treat me as a human being. It really makes me sad, but..."

Dazai Osamu paused and continued with a smile: "But I am no longer qualified to be a human being. It doesn't matter if you don't treat me as a human being. You just need to know that I have a heart that loves you and lacks love."

Jiang Chuan Shang immediately sneered: "You are the one who is belittling yourself, don't put the blame on me, I am not as wicked as you."

"Yes, yes, I am a bad person. Whatever Tomie-san says is right." Dazai Osamu leaned towards Egawakami and loosened the hands that were restraining Egawakami's hands. "Can I hug you now? I've been thinking about you for a long time."

Without the shackles, Jiangchuan moved his wrist and took advantage of Dazai Osamu's inattention to immediately turn over and roll backwards.

Dazai Osamu had been watching him and did not miss his action. He was so cute that he almost couldn't breathe.

After a while, Dazai Osamu said that he did not follow him immediately.

"Tomie-san, I'm handsome, aren't I? I saw that you moved my heart. No matter how moved I am, it's moved my heart for me. Are you really not going to hug me?"

"come over."