[Comprehensive] Mr. Dazai who can't die

Holding the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, he looked at the young master Jin who instructed his servants to add soup to his dishes as it should be.

There was a faint feeling of Yinshi who had been forcibly fed a handful of dog food, and he didn't know whether he was holding the torch of the holy religion high, or should he first complain about the gold master who seemed to be deeply trapped in the middle two period and couldn't extricate himself.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone is full of secondary diseases, why would someone say with a calm face that their race is Tianlong people above all human beings?

Also, since you have already set up your own racial personality, can you not feel that this name is too shameful and arbitrarily shortened to Tianren after many years.

Yinshi, who had so much to talk about, just looked at the young master who was pampered at first glance, and asked Mr. Songyang where he would live in the next few days as a matter of course.

"Hey, my lord, I haven't agreed with you to stay, Ah Yin!" I heard that the second disease is contagious, what should I do if the wig and dwarf fir are infected by then?

Contemptuously glanced at the silver-haired boy who was exuding vigilance all over his body, "Songyang, let me stay here until the spaceship arrives, and I will add another amount to your annual subsidy amount."

Takasugi and Katsura Kotaro were still a little confused, but Yinshi knew very well that the number that the man named Nakahara Chuya said was a half-jin gold bar.

Bow down to the evil power of money.

"Chuya, what are you talking about? This is your real estate." The brown-haired beauty said gently without any intention of refusing, "Your bedroom has been tidied up, but if you are willing to give me some pointers on the three The martial arts of incompetent disciples couldn't be better."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Nakahara agreed heartily, then turned his head and said, "Dazai, you can come together tomorrow morning."

"!!!" Osamu Dazai was not very willing to recall the tragedy of being unilaterally tortured and killed by Chuya in those years, he tried to struggle, "This is not good, Chuya, no matter what danger happens, you will still protect me ?”

Both hands caressed the sensitive point of Nakahara Chuya's waist ambiguously, and said in a low tone, "As your male favorite, don't I just need to serve you well on the bed?"

"You're right." As if thinking of something, Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around calmly, "Songyang, you don't have to prepare a bed for me, I'll just live with this guy."

Mr. Dazai was stunned by the sudden arrival of benefits, and his exquisite facial features were full of astonishment.

Seeing that the conversation was about to develop into the adult channel, at this moment, the hormones that had nowhere to be released in the sprouting of youth made them quietly lower their sense of existence for the first time.

However, at the next moment, Yoshida Shoyo, who was very conscientious, clamped one arm and another on his arm, and threw them out of the Japanese room, "Okay, Gintoki, Gui, and Jinsuke, can you help the teacher to freeze the water in the well water?" Will you take out the watermelon and cut it into pieces?"

Even though this person's excuse was as bad as it could be, when they looked at Yoshida Shoyang's unquestionable expression despite his soft smile, the three brats were pickled like frost-beaten eggplants.

After sending away the three little devils, the good old man was a little helpless, "Can you pay attention to the occasion."

"Well, Songyang-san, you have to know that children will always grow up to be terrible adults without you knowing."

"But I hope my cubs don't end up being such terrible adults as you."

"There are also people who bully others in QAQ~."

Osamu Dazai hugged his little man like a mess, buried his chest and pretended to cry, and tried to make the little man dispel the idea of ​​training him from scratch.

Pulling the man out of his arms in disgust, Mr. Zhong Yuan said disdainfully, "Dazai, don't you think that I have forgiven you for leaving your master without authorization?"

There was a silent pause in the coquettish posture, and Osamu Dazai laughed, "Oh, it's good that a man can't keep entangled in all kinds of things in the past."

"Oh."

After a small yawn, Zhong Yuanzhong also put down the clean bowls and chopsticks, pulled up the collar of the slave who was still sitting aside, and frowned a little dissatisfied, always feeling that his slave seemed to be coming After entering this strange place, my eyesight was gone.

Under Osamu Dazai's unclear gaze, he clicked his tongue irritably, "Hey Dazai, where is your bed?"

Mr. Dazai felt that this world was probably illusory, and it was even more dreamy than when he told him that the aunt was actually the main force in the night battle.

He was a little unbelievable, could it be that the little dwarf completely let himself go after doing it?

Is it because I, Dazai, can't hold a knife anymore, or is it that you, Zhongyuan Zhong, are too floating?

All the beautiful thoughts dissipated at the moment when Zhongyuan Zhong also calmly took off his clothes, got into bed and took out a book of "Complete Stories".

Mr. Dazai, who was stunned by this magical turn, was stunned, his calm tone even trembled, "Chuya, what... what is this for?"

The version of the story he learned was that a generation of slave models, Osamu Dazai, bravely climbed to the top, climbed into the bed of the (crossed out) Xiao Gongju (crossed out) Lord Zhongyuan of the Tianlong family, and became a generation of evil girls who harmed the country.

What is going on in this scene?

Zhong Yuanzhong also blushed a little, and he also knew that it is a very shameful thing for a genuine old man who has lived for an unknown number of years to still like to listen to bedtime stories like a child.

But, what can he do, he is also very helpless.Before meeting the bold slave Osamu Dazai, the ancestor of the Celestial Dragons who lived in the pyramid of Mariejoa, he...

Has severe insomnia.

That night, the man climbed up the steep cliff with his bare hands with a copy of "Complete Sex", looked at him with a smile on his face, who was sitting in front of the window sill because of another insomnia, and read to him all night. books.

Later, it gradually evolved into various fairy tales, myths and legends.

Nakahara has gradually become accustomed to falling asleep to the indifferent sound of the slave named Osamu Dazai reading.

Osamu Dazai finally understood what was going on with the dwarf's magnanimous appearance. Mr. Dazai, who wanted to laugh at a certain slug who was getting more and more childish, looked down and saw the dark blue under his eyes, My heart softened.

It's really one thing and one thing.

Resigned to his fate, he picked up the "Encyclopedia of Stories" and opened a page at random, and began to softly coax his little slug to fall asleep slowly.

After confirming that Chuuya's breathing was gradually calming down, Mr. Dazai slowly lowered his head, pressed against the rosy lips, and kissed them lightly as if he had been bewitched.

He who obviously only intends to have a taste of it, seems to have underestimated the appeal of the little dwarf to him.After feeling the soft touch, Mr. Dazai's inner beast started to go out, first he gently sucked the cherry-colored lips, and then he was no longer satisfied with this kind of taste, he lightly bit on the jelly-like lips Melted lips.

Grind finely.Because of the tingling feeling on his lips like ants chewing, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was in a deep sleep, also frowned, opened his lips slightly, and the intruder, who seized the opportunity, penetrated in and launched an attack in an instant, and started with great scheming Explore the sensitive spots of this soft treasure.

Ambiguous saliva dripped from Zhong Yuan Zhong's slightly sour mouth, like a dehydrated and oxygen-deficient fish, the man was too domineering to grab the last trace of oxygen in Mr. Zhong Yuan's gentle mouth.

Although he was in a familiar environment, the over-stimulating pleasure and the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen gave him a faint tendency to wake up.

Mr. Dazai, who was slowly leaving the treasure land, looked at Zhongya's moistened crystal clear lips reluctantly, squeezed his upright nose in a funny way, and said helplessly, "Chuya is indeed a single-celled organism, just use it when kissing. I can't even breathe through my nose."

Then he got up and left. In the pitch-dark Matsushita private school, he arrived at the only room with a faint light on.

A sharp wind of the knife swept straight towards him.

Osamu Dazai, who had expected it for a long time, escaped without any risk, and exaggeratedly shouted, "Oh, Matsuyo-san, this is really a great gift."

Yoshida Shoyo, who was unable to take a single blow, gave up continuing to attack, and he retracted the wooden sword, as if the flash of killing intent just now had never appeared, he invited Osamu Dazai to take a seat with a smile on his eyes, and sincerely congratulated him An old friend whom I haven't seen for many years finally got out of the single.

"Then, Dazai-kun, can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

"The story you told me about the young man and Mr. Monster when we first met...I really liked it so much, so it took me several years to finally find the continuation of the story." Speaking of the shallow pair The green eyes were about to be replaced by an unmechanized red, "Mr. Monster, who should have died, met the young man who had been waiting for many years for the first time after hundreds of years..."

"Isn't this great?" Osamu Dazai sighed as if he didn't understand the meaning of Yoshida Shoyo's words, "Happy when lovers finally get married