I Was Once a Legend

Corberus has never been a person who shows his emotions on his face. He is as silent and steady as ever. Everyone in the casino likes this reliable security captain. Who doesn't like rushing to work, and he is never tired What about your colleagues?

Unlike other colleagues, Corberus would leave the casino and go home after get off work. This is his home, and where the master is, that is where he should be.

He also rarely goes to the bar for a drink or two after work. He usually returns to the dormitory, takes a shower and lies on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about something.

... thinking of his master.

Outside the window, the night is getting dark, or the twilight of the morning shines through the sky, and in this kind of missing, I fall asleep.

But this kind of depression will never be relieved, the harder it is, the more bitter it will be in my heart.

It was Hughes, the supervisor who first found out that Corberos was interested, he was Mr. Mo's confidant, and he had worked here since the casino existed.It was ten o'clock in the evening at the end of the lunch shift. Corberus changed his clothes and was about to eat something. The supervisor came over and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Would you like to have a drink?"

If someone invites him, Corberos will not deliberately refuse. He knows that working here requires good interpersonal relationships.

Corberus and the supervisor went to the bar, and among the many laughing guests, they each ordered a glass of wine.

After a few brief chats, the supervisor asked, "Have you had something on your mind recently?"

Corberus was silent. Holding the glass with ice cubes and spirits, he smiled for a while and said, "It's all right."

He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. The pungent taste drowned his lips and teeth and fell into his stomach, where it burned quickly. The ice cubes rolled into his mouth and were crushed by Corberos.

Corberus found that the refreshment of strong wine and the numbness of alcohol seemed to make him temporarily forget the wishful thinking that had entangled his heart.So he asked for another glass.

Cup after cup.

That night, Corberus got drunk for the first time, and the supervisor asked someone to take him back to the dormitory. It is said that he did not make any noise when he was drunk, but just sat silently. Everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him. Like a person who has been alone for a long time and is used to loneliness.

Victor didn't know how much he drank.

Alcohol made him feel hot, the esophagus and stomach seemed to be burning, and the oral mucosa was soaked in alcohol, which was no longer enough to protect the skin and flesh, causing a burning pain in the mouth.

Everything in front of him was slowly twisting and twisting. The long table was in a mess. Almost all the food was left on the side after being bitten. Victor propped himself up on the table to prevent himself from falling down. Uncorked a bottle of wine.

Whenever the long winter comes, the climate of more than minus 20 degrees makes high-grade liquor a magic weapon for Russians to warm themselves. Similarly, alcohol can also make people happy in the cold and dark all year round.

"Додна!" (Cheers!)

Victor wobbled and lifted the wine bottle, and sucked the mouth of the bottle again.

【Promoting my lofty Creator】

Days go by.

Corberos was promoted again, he was promoted to divisional manager, and he left the security team.

In this way, he has more chances to meet his master.

It has been a year since he was brought back.

Korberos relied on his own efforts to approach the young man whom he looked up to step by step. He believed that if this continued, he would one day become the director's most valued subordinate.

It's just that life always likes to make jokes with ordinary people. It's like a naughty child, watching people bewildered by it.

Corberos thought he had hidden the love in his heart very well, but as the object he silently watched, how could Mr. Mo not notice it?

From the beginning, he didn't take it seriously, because he had received too many looks of admiration and awe. He was seen by many people like this, and he also knew that kind of liking would not last long without a response. .

Just like fish floating on the beach, if there is no continuous moisture from the waves, it will soon be dried and stink.

But Corberus seems to be different.

As time passed, the man looked at him with deeper eyes, and the admiration mixed with pain in it sometimes made Mr. Mo speechless.

It seems that I can no longer sit idly by.

The regular weekly reports were still so monotonous and uninteresting, and there were only Corberus and Mr. Mo in the room.

Korberos knelt down on one knee and finished speaking the last sentence. He didn't hear the usual lazy reply for a long time.

He raised his head cautiously, only to find that the young man who was sitting on the chair listening to his report had his eyes closed, leaning on the armrest with one hand to support his forehead, and seemed to be asleep.

Under the soft light, his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, covering the mole of tears. He was so quiet, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for a awakening kiss.

Corberos stared at him dazedly, and he knelt a little more straight, so he leaned closer, and he could almost see the fine hairs on the youth's cheeks.

He swallowed silently, and quietly stretched out his hand, wanting to gently touch the person in front of him.

At this moment, Mr. Mo opened his eyes silently.

"What do you want to do?" The young man's ending sound was upbeat as always, but with a cold meaning, Corberos had no time to stop, and was caught straight.

"I bought you back because you didn't want you to look at me like this." Mr. Mo sneered, he raised his leg, and kicked hard.

Corberus was kicked and shaken, but to him, the strength of the young man was no different from that of a child, so he was only slightly shaken.

"Is this life so comfortable that you forget that you are just a slave?"

This was the second time the master touched him. He used the toe of his shoes to pick up his chin when he was in the arena, but now, those bare feet stepped on his face directly.

The bitterly suppressed feelings in his heart were finally discovered at this moment, as if he had found an outlet to vent, and the touch of the person he admired made Corberos lose his mind in an instant.He made the second mistake of the night, he did not immediately lower his head to admit his mistake, but still looked at the tall young man, and shouted: "Master——"

The words slipped out of his mouth, and Corberus realized that his voice was already hoarse with lust, and Mr. Mo was also aware of it.He quickly squinted his eyes, stepped on Corberus' face, his feet went down, skimmed over the man's chest, and finally stomped heavily.

Corberus snorted, his body trembled violently, his muscles tensed up instantly, and then suddenly relaxed.

There was deathly silence in the room.

After a long time, Mr. Mo stood up, his voice sounded above Korberos's head, it was so cold and unreasonable:

"roll."

Xia Qiongyun was beside him and let Lin Hangzhi lose five fingers.

In the end, she even walked away from Lin Hangzhi and sat far away, with a look of disgust on her face, as if Lin Hangzhi's dripping sweat and slightly trembling hands fell into her eyes, it was a kind of filth.

She is so arrogant and aloof, any glance or conversation is a charity to others.

These ignorant ordinary people do not breathe the same air with her.

【I am the crystallization of divine right, mind and divine love】

From that day on, Corberus did not see Mr. Mo for nearly a month.

After leaving from the top floor in embarrassment, Corberos waited for a long time in fear, but there was no expected punishment, and Mr. Mo didn't give any orders, as if he didn't care at all.

Or rather, it was as if he had forgotten that there was such a person as him.

Corberus' life in the casino continued like this. He was doing repetitive tasks day after day. Although he saw different people, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to them. His eyes were still full of the unreachable figure.

He screwed everything up.Corberos thought, but he didn't regret it.

Until one day, Hughes, the supervisor who once drank with him, suddenly disappeared.

No one knew where he had gone. The manager said during the meeting that he had resigned and returned home. Although everyone couldn't understand why Hughes didn't even say goodbye, they didn't show the slightest bit.

The supervisor had been an insignificant passer-by in his life, and Corberos hadn't seen him since.

On the seventh day after the supervisor disappeared, Corberos, who was checking the accounts, received a notice—the boss asked him to come over.

Corberus asked the reason, but the person who carried the message didn’t know, and he finally boarded the elevator again with a feeling of anxiety. When he reached the door, he suddenly became timid.

He did such a disrespectful thing to the master, why did the master see him again?

He was afraid that when he faced his master again, he would hear cruel words and belated punishment, even an order to expel him.

Corberos couldn't help thinking about it. He stood at the door and hesitated for a while, and finally took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in." A familiar voice came from the room, not very clear, but still enough to make the heart in Cerberus's chest beat faster, he pushed the door, and easily slid open a crack.

The door is not locked.

Corberos walked into Mr. Mo's bedroom, surrounded by fruity smoke, and the windows could not be opened, almost flooding the entire room.Angela was not there, his figure who had been thinking about it day and night was sitting by the bed, his milky white eyes blurred his brows and eyes, for a moment Corberus felt that the young man's deep affection was somewhat unspeakably lingering.

Is he wrong?

Corberus didn't dare to step forward, he looked at the young man and called out in a low voice, "Master?"

"Come here." Mr. Mo raised his eyes. He was rarely wearing the clothes he would wear when he went out, a dark coat and a vest of the same color. The trousers were pulled up slightly because his legs overlapped, exposing a small circle of ankles. skin.

The master just came back from outside?Corberus didn't know.

The master doesn't seem to want to blame him?

Thinking about it, Corberos walked over obediently, and was about to kneel down in front of Mr. Mo when his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The palms of the young man were full of sweat, cold and wet, and seemed to be trembling uncontrollably. Corberus was pulled forward and was so close that he almost hugged Mr. Mo in his arms for a moment. middle.

He subconsciously wanted to hide, but the next moment, the young man's hand touched his cheek, and Cerberus' breathing was stagnant. Such an intimate contact was so sudden that he didn't have any mental preparations at all.

"Corberus," Mr. Mo stared into his deep honey-colored eyes and asked in a low voice, "will you help me?"

There was an incomprehensible weakness in his voice, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was troubled by some kind of unspeakable pain, and the two tear moles really looked like tears, so delicate and touching.