[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

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[-]. Akashi Seijuro's welfare episode

At the ten-year class reunion, the once youthful faces gradually became mature, and some men even grew beards, which looked particularly vicissitudes, and they could not see the shadow of their youth at all.

- However, there are always exceptions.

Akashi Seijuro looked around and saw the young man surrounded by the crowd, with a faint smile in his eyes.

The young man's face is no longer as bright and immature as when he was a teenager, his facial features are more profound, those dark midnight pupils have a bit of mature charm, and his face is even more handsome and compelling.

Akashi felt a little itchy in his heart.

He shook the wine glass in his hand and immediately drank it down.

The people around were constantly urging Song Yiran to drink, Song Yiran glanced at them lazily, his lips were slightly lifted, his face was slightly intoxicated by the smell of alcohol, reflecting a bit of blush.

——It's like a green fruit... Slowly grows into a bright red on the branch.

"Want to die? Drink me so much."

After scolding them with a smile, Song Yiran spread his hands to signal to stop. Although the people around wanted to see his charming appearance after drunk, they still didn't dare to make too much noise.

——After all, the man in front of him was famous for shaving his head in high school.At that time, a senior just made a few words of molestation, and the man smashed a ladle on the man's head, blood splattered everywhere.

The booing around slowly subsided, Song Yiran got up and left, and went to the bathroom.

Outside the private room, the tumultuous and seductive music was still circulating, Song Yiran washed his face, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Akashi's figure in the mirror.

Akashi Seijuro approached him slowly, his body seemed to be clinging to his side, he reached out to brush Song Yiran's wet hair at the temples, his cold fingertips brushed across Song Yiran's hot cheeks, exuding a charming breath .

There were still drops of water on the fingertips, and Seijuro Akashi stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, as if touching the skin of the black-haired young man, his movements were a bit sensual.

"Long time no see, Aran."

"...Long time no see, Akashi."

His pupils were a little slack, but Song Yiran found that he couldn't exert any strength on his body. He saw Akashi's figure pressing down slightly until it was almost attached to his face.

"What do you want to do?" Song Yiran frowned.

Akashi didn't speak, and gently unbuttoned his button with his fingertips.

Song Yiran felt that his muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't help but fell to the ground, but Akashi slightly lifted him up and hugged him on the sink.

The washstand was too small, Song Yiran had to stretch his legs to avoid accidentally falling down.

"pat-"

Pulling away Song Yiran's belt suddenly, revealing his straight and smooth thighs, his appearance is really attractive, a few buttons on the shirt on his upper body were roughly unbuttoned by Akashi, and it was a bit messy, and his lower body was undressed except for his underwear one thing -

— really intrusive.

Akashi opened his thighs, saw Song Yiran's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and kissed his forehead lovingly.

Licking all the way from his eyelids, wandering around Song Yiran's ear, finally biting a red mark on the collarbone, which added a bit of color to the fair skin.

"—I want to fuck you up and cry, so that you don't look at me coldly."

Panting, Akashi kept rubbing the objects on his lower body against Song Yiran's inner thighs, and at the same time teasingly played with two points on Song Yiran's body with his fingertips, pulling slightly, causing Song Yiran, who was in a coma, to hum softly, but his eyes were always Closed.

Akashi Seijuro smiled, and then bent down, the lewd sound of water kept ringing, and when Akashi raised his head, the small spot was already swollen, with crystal water stains on it.

"--not enough."

In the squinted pupils, the weird red light was more obvious.

——Take off Song Yiran's underwear frivolously, and move his fingers back along the seam of his buttocks...

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"Akashi-kun, Akashi-kun?"

Akashi Seijuro was woken up by his classmates.

He originally wanted to take the initiative to enter the zone and improve his mastery of the zone, but he accidentally fell into a bizarre dream woven by his subconscious mind.

"It's ridiculous..." Akashi smiled faintly, and took a shower in the private bathroom of the basketball club.

——Maybe... the thought of plundering Song Yiran has been there since the beginning.

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[-]. Midorima Shintaro Welfare Extra

Song Yiran felt that there seemed to be some barbs growing on his tailbone, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he sat in the position for the past few days.

When he came to the school's health room, the green-haired doctor motioned for him to lie on the huge glass table in the center.

"...Why do you want to take off your clothes?" Song Yiran had a strange expression on his face, he narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at Midorima Shintaro's face.

"—For easier inspection, don't worry, I'm not interested in your immature chicken body at all."

Shintaro Midorima said calmly, with a serious face, dispelling Song Yiran's doubts.

When he saw the black-haired boy turn around undefended and peel off the clothes one by one, Shintaro Midorima's eyes darkened a bit.

The boy stood generously in front of Midorima, and under the doctor's gesture, he opened his body naturally and lay down on the glass table.

Midorima's hands were tied with a layer of bandages, and he put his fingers on the teenager's moving waistline, moving down along the tailbone.

The material of the bandage was relatively rough. Song Yiran moved his body, but was held down by the man violently.

"—Don't move, I'm checking."

The voice he said was extremely ascetic and rigid, but the movements of his hands gradually became unbridled.

Putting on medical gloves, Midorima seemed to be checking something, putting his hands on Song Yiran's body, kneading from the bottom of his feet, moving all the way up.

——His movements were too slow, and even seemed to be caressing deliberately.

In the health care room, an imperceptible incense was lit, and Song Yiran felt drowsy after a while.

"classmate?"

Feeling that Song Yiran was no longer responding, he lowered his head and kissed Song Yiran's lips possessively.

——For the boy in front of him, he gave up his high-paying job as a private doctor, willing to come to school to be a health care doctor, just to be able to see him more from the window of the health room.

——It's just... He gradually felt dissatisfied.

——He is crazily jealous of the teenagers who can run with him, the friends who hang shoulder to shoulder... He even started to keep collecting the things he used.

——He knew that he was already insane.

"—It doesn't matter, now I finally have you."

Midorima murmured to himself, the seemingly calm expression had already become faintly crazy.

He took out some medical equipment for the physical examination and selected them on a thin transparent glass rod. After slightly heating it, Midorima's eyes narrowed.

"—Let's use this first."

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Early morning.

After Midorima Shintaro woke up, he felt that it was time to doubt his life.

——The point is, he actually regretted... the abrupt end of this dream?

"Hmph, Song Yiran..." Midorima Shintaro scratched his hair anxiously.

"You are such a trouble."

The author has something to say:

The little green room is so cute, I can’t help but write a small theater w

small theater

Huang Lai: Xiao Lujian heard that you like Xiao Yiran?

Midorima: Oh, I don't like him.

Kise happily ran to A Ran's side.

Heizi: Does Mr. Lujian like Mr. Song?

Midorima: ...I don't like him.

Heizi left satisfied and bought a vanilla milkshake for Song Yiran.

Aomine: Midorima, I heard you like that guy?

Midorima: How is it possible, how can I... like him?

Qingfeng turned his head to find Song Yiran to challenge him one-on-one.

…………

In the end, Lvjian looked at Song Yiran in dismay, surrounded by a bunch of rivals in love.

Midorima Shintaro: Bastard!I admit it! !I like him so much!

Rivals of Love [smiles]: Stop messing around, Midori...don't you just dislike him?

Shintaro Midorima: ...mmp