[Comprehensive] The Curse of Love at First Sight

After listening to Kurosawa's righteous and awe-inspiring explanation, Nozaki silently looked at Hong, who was still in a state of confusion, and fell into deep thought: "It seems...it makes sense."

It seems that Hong is indeed the type who looks thin when dressed, and has flesh when undressed, and the sailor suit worn by a girl does not reflect any beauty on such a strong person.

He rarely hesitated.

Seeing him hesitatingly lowering his head and thinking, Kuisawa suddenly felt that there was something wrong with it, and quickly added fuel to his anger: "It's definitely like this. Even if I wear it, I won't be able to bear to look directly at it. Let's just give it up."

"Hmm..." Nozaki's eyes flashed a strong sense of struggle, and it seemed that he believed his words a little bit.

Yossi, just continue like this.

Kurosawa clenched his fists happily, and praised his wit. In order for Hong to escape Nozaki's clutches, he was very worried.

However, what he didn't expect was that the person he was trying to help would interject without understanding the atmosphere:

"I think... it shouldn't reach the point where I can't bear to look directly at it." Hong held the skirt seriously and explained to the two: "I checked the size of the skirt, it's bigger than the average women's, put it on should be no problem."

Kurosawa: "..."

Damn, does this guy understand the current situation? Why does he want to dig a hole for himself? ?

He could barely keep up with Hong's thinking.

In order to prevent his brain from saying something confusing black and white, he quickly said with a dry smile: "...What are you talking about, boom. It's definitely not good-looking, and... you need to wear a skirt, don't you? "

He accentuated the word skirt.

It turned out to be very effective. When he heard this obvious indication, Hong suddenly frowned, and even swallowed the words he wanted to continue talking about just now, and shook his head silently.

"...Please don't mind what I said just now, just ignore it." Guiltyly looking away, he forcibly rounded up the words.

Kurosawa also breathed a sigh of relief at his IQ, which was finally online.

Seeing this, Nozaki had no choice but to take back the miniskirt in disappointment, looked at the camera in his hand for a while, and suddenly made another request.

"In this case, then you can help me with other things." He looked at Kurosawa and Hong: "It's absolutely no problem now."

"Well, okay." Although he didn't understand why it had something to do with himself who was watching, Kurosawa stroked his hair helplessly and agreed.

Anyway, he also hopes that Hong can complete the task and return to his own world as soon as possible, and as long as he doesn't wear women's clothing, other requirements are not a big deal.

He was still thinking like this indifferently, but he didn't know that the reality gave him another heavy blow.

"Then please make the movements according to my request from now on, and please maintain this movement and don't move around." Nozaki commanded in a calm tone: "Kurosawa is lying on the ground, yes, this is the position... Then boom, you Straddle him. Well, don't move."

Kurosawa who acted according to Nozaki's request: "..."

...This action is so embarrassing!

At this moment, Kurosawa is lying on the tatami mat in a large font, and he is sitting steadily on his crotch, staring down into his eyes, Kurosawa can even feel the tightness of the other's round buttocks. He pressed against an indescribable place, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of heat on his face, and he clenched his hands tremblingly.

The shame level is beyond the limit, my God, what is the purpose of making this kind of action!

So he asked anxiously: "Hey, Nozaki! Are you really kidding us? What's the use of this kind of action!"

"Because I wanted to describe the scene where Mamiko accidentally hit Suzuki when she climbed over the wall, but the drawing was not so smooth without a reference." Nozaki explained with a straight face, as if he didn't think about it at all: "Please keep it like this and don't move. , I'll take a photo."

As he spoke, he picked up the camera and quickly pressed the shutter from various angles, and there was a strange arc on his lips.

"Boom, you press your body down to narrow the distance with Kurosawa."

Hearing this, Hong nodded obediently, his face was calm, as if he didn't take this shameful action to heart at all, and then gradually bent down, bringing his cheek closer to Kurosawa's face.

Feeling the impact of the enlarged version of beauty, Kurosawa's eyes twitched, and he clearly felt the cloth on his lower body being rubbed slowly, and couldn't help but blushed even more shyly.

"...Is it hot?" Hong, who had been watching his expression the whole time, also noticed his unnaturalness, and tilted his head in doubt: "Be patient."

"..." For his slowness, Kurosawa could only sigh helplessly and gave up struggling. He silently stared at Hong's face, and unconsciously focused his attention on the patch under the other's fiery red hair. Burned, and his eyes became dizzy.

Noticing his gaze, Hong's expression changed slightly, he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you care?"

"No, I just think it's good." Kurosawa explained with a smile: "It's very your style."

Indeed, this unique scar has been added to the boy's already handsome face, which is like the finishing touch in the thick ink, which makes people's eyes shine.

Hearing this, Hong was slightly taken aback, and then a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Thank you."

The two were staring at each other with smiles. When the atmosphere was good, Nozaki, who felt as if he had been fed a mouthful of dog food, raised his hands unwillingly: "That... it is considered to be filming now, please pay attention May I?"

Hearing the resentment in these words, Kurosawa and Hong both nodded, closed their mouths tightly, and finally returned to normal photography.

After taking a few more photos in a row, Nozaki put away the camera in satisfaction, indicating that the two of them can change their poses.

"Stand against the wall, Kurosawa, make a posture with one hand on the wall, yes, that's it."

Although it was a little awkward for a big man with a wall, but it was much better than the shameful posture just now, Kurosawa couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and put one hand on the wall on the left side without any struggle, This movement made his whole body look as if he was about to embrace him, but it seemed a lot more reliable.

There was a vague curiosity about this action that he had never seen before, and he looked at the arm beside him with great interest, and asked curiously: "This is Bidong? This is the first time I have seen it."

Kurosawa returned him with a bright smile: "Ha, it's my first time doing it too. How do you feel?"

Hong sincerely replied: "It's very hot."

"Pfft." Kurosawa couldn't help laughing out, "Actually, I do too."

The distance between the two was so close that Hong could almost feel Kurosawa's breath spraying on the side of his face when he chuckled lightly. The brows of his brows moved slightly, and he suddenly lowered his eyes awkwardly, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Feeling the restlessness in his heart, he felt a little doubt for the first time.

Are you nervous...or...

"Ok."

A flat voice drew his attention back.

Nozaki, who had finished taking photos, stretched out his hand to signal that they were over, and then checked the photos in the camera with one hand with a satisfied smile, carefully looking at them one by one.

However, the longer he looked at it, the more he felt a bit of disobedience, and suddenly he frowned strangely, and his expression became more serious.

After checking everything, he silently put down the camera, and rubbed his fingertips thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kurosawa looked a little strange: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"Hmm..." Nozaki pondered for a moment, finally raised his head slowly, and handed him the camera with a serious face: "Why do I feel that the gay photos in these photos are gay?"

Kurosawa: "..."

He twitched his mouth, took the camera and took a few glances. Nozaki took pictures from a very professional angle. Every photo showed the intimate posture of the two people. Coupled with the movement that makes people unable to look directly, isn't it? Gay is gay in gay.

"...Who told you to choose two men to be models." He smacked his mouth, looking very speechless: "I'm sorry for being gay in gay, who made us all rough guys."

"What does gay mean in gay?" The obedient baby Hong who had no idea what the two were talking about suddenly blinked and asked in confusion.

Kurosawa's eyes twitched in response to his spirit of asking questions when he didn't understand. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to explain it to the straight man, so he could only perfunctoryly say with a smile: "It's not something important..."

Before he finished speaking, Nozaki suddenly interrupted his words, and said seriously: "gay means that two men really love each other together..."

"Hey! Nozaki!!" Seeing that Honko was about to open the door to a new world, Kurosawa suddenly felt bad, and quickly covered Nozaki's mouth to prevent the other party from continuing, then turned to Honko with a dry smile The topic said: "That... By the way, since we have helped Nozaki, then he should fulfill his promise, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Hong's attention immediately shifted to the task: "Can you please help me draw the character design?"

Nozaki broke free from Kurosawa's fingers silently, nodded and said: "Ah, after all, it was agreed. But if you don't mind, I will hand it over to you tomorrow. Today's work is not over yet."

Boom: "It's okay, I'll wait."

They chatted about other topics all over the place, seeing the time go by little by little, Kurosawa and Hong got up and planned to say goodbye. After they walked all the way to the street, they suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm leaving this world tomorrow." Kurosawa clasped his hands behind his head, looking at the white clouds in the sky as if sighing: "I've had a great week, thank you."

"I should thank you." Thinking of the moment of parting, Hong lowered his eyes a little sadly, and his expression softened a lot: "If it weren't for you, I don't know when my mission will be completed."

"Well, it's really difficult to find a comic animal for the task." When mentioning this matter, Kurosawa wanted to laugh a little: "And your artist... Poof, it's not the same as me."

But Hong didn't care about his teasing. Instead, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said 'ah', and turned on the AI ​​on his wrist: "I remember that after completing that task, there was a chance to draw a lottery, I don't know what it is mean."

"Lucky draw." Immediately recalling that he drew Saiki into the game for the first time, Kurosawa spread his hands helplessly, and advised him kindly: "Be careful, such inexplicable lottery activities are generally uneasy, Who knows what's going on."

Hearing this, Hong's fingers paused, and he became slightly entangled. He obviously took his words to heart, but after hesitating for a while, he still stared at the AI ​​firmly, and pressed the [OK] button.

"I've made up my mind."

The young man's voice was clear yet somewhat heavy, the breeze ruffled the hair on his forehead, and there was a moving light in those strange-colored eyes.

Before Kurosawa could further capture his emotions, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from his side, and thick dark clouds gathered in the sky instantly, as if a dark blue current shuttled through the clouds, exuding a dangerous atmosphere .

Kurosawa looked at the strange phenomenon that appeared in front of him in a little surprise, his mind was in a mess and he was at a loss, he could only rely on instinct to put his arms in front of his body, half-closed his eyes and looked at the sky.

And when he accidentally turned his head, he found that Tomoya was staring at the sky with a shocked expression, but compared to Kurosawa's pure surprise, there were some other emotions in his eyes, like disbelief, and slightly excitement.

Could this be related to his lottery draw just now?

This idea vaguely appeared in Kurosawa's mind.

As if to confirm this idea, following a violent thunder strike, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky, and in the smoky storm, two human-shaped shadows appeared out of thin air.

The figure was about the same height as him, and it was possible to vaguely peek into the green and gold mixed with it.

The doubts in Kurosawa's eyes gradually deepened, and he quickly looked intently, but what caught his eyes this time was a rising spark.

The sound that seemed to be exploding continued to echo in the ears, and the originally small sparks also increased, which were as magnificent as fireworks emerging in the sky, and also covered up the figures inside.

It's glamorous, but also—dangerous.

The splashed flames ignited the surrounding weeds, presenting a destructive disaster. Kurosawa frowned, no longer thinking about it, and rushed straight into the center of the storm, and raised his hands to precisely pinch the necks of the two people .

The smooth touch made him understand that these were probably two teenagers, and they were all about the same age.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see the appearance of the two of them clearly in the gust of wind, but the one who was faster than him was one of the golden strands he caught. A flash of fire appeared in the palm of his hand, and Kurosawa suddenly felt his arm was hot, but he gritted his teeth with strong will and did not take back his hand. He clasped the necks of the two with more force, and forced them to fall back to the ground, unable to move a step .

After confirming that the two of them could not escape, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.At this moment, the gust of wind gradually dissipated, and the field of vision gradually became clearer.The painful look of the two teenagers lying on the ground was finally reflected in Kurosawa's eyes.

I saw the young man who could use fire on the right side with a golden hedgehog head, a hideous expression on his face, and fierceness in his eyes looking at Kurosawa.

"But... evil, I'll kill you!! Garbage!!" Even though he couldn't make a clear sound from his throat, the young man stared at the dead and said harshly: "Die!!"

This villainous face deepened Kurosawa's impression of him, so Kurosawa just glared at him without hesitation, then turned his head to look at another green-haired boy.

This young man was the exact opposite of the one next to him. His facial features were supple and somewhat cute, and even his hair was softly attached to his cheeks. However, he looked at him very guardedly, and looked away worriedly from time to time.

"Let go of Xiaosheng!" Compared to himself, he was the first to worry about others: "Who are you!!"

Hearing this, Kurosawa raised his brows: "I still want to know who you are. You actually appeared here out of nowhere, and you seem to be quite a threat."

There was a horrible smile on his lips.

"Tell me, who are you two guys? If you don't tell the truth... you will die a miserable death."