Demon Thunder

Facing the computer that was about to be scrapped, Mr. Otaku hugged his wife who couldn't speak or move. He had just finished a difficult activity of killing relatives. He let out a sigh of relief, turned on his phone and ordered a takeaway. Minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"So fast?" He opened the door suspiciously.

A young man with dark circles and a pale face stood at the door. He picked up his half-broken palm and shook it. With an embarrassed smile on his face, he looked like a pervert, "That...can you borrow my hand? Need a sewing box to sew? It’s urgent.”

"Charles, you won't know if you don't tell the general," Lei Ting sat on the sofa in the living room, pressing his right hand and using his left to sew up the severed palm, blood dripping all over the floor, he frowned, "Damn it ...how to stain the floor...Charles, come here and help me catch the blood."

"Are you Thunder? Do you need my help?" Mr. Otaku asked hesitantly. He seemed to remember what superhero the other party was? ... No, Lei Ting seems to be a murderer... The otaku's cold sweat dripped down. He thought about his life, except killing a bunch of his children and grandchildren every day, he didn't seem to have done anything bad, so there would be no retribution, right?He glanced at the black battle armor Lei Ting brought in, and asked cautiously, "What did you just...do?"

"I'm going to carry out the mission," Lei Ting stared at his wound seriously and poked a needle under the skin, the otaku trembled stiffly watching his movements.

The Sirius armor next to him squatted down to help Lei Ting catch the dripping blood, "Sir, he got out of the armor and crawled into the crack to save a cat. His hand was cut off by the falling steel bar."

"Charles! Shut up!...Did you delete this part when you sent the mission video back?...It's really embarrassing...If you dare to let the general see me..."

"Bang..." The door of the living room was kicked open, and the nerd ran under the table with his head in his arms. When Lei Ting saw the person coming, he immediately put his half-sewed hands behind his back.

"Come here!" The general looked at Lei Ting with a pleasing expression and said.

Lei Ting glanced at the general, and walked over tremblingly, "Well...the weather is good today, the sun is really big...uh...the door seems to be broken...ah, sir, remember to ask Art for reimbursement, we will Pay you back."

"Take out your hand, the injured one," the general said with a pleasant expression. Lei Ting lowered his head in aggrieved manner and slowly stretched out his unsewn hand. The threads on it were crooked and bloody. He frowned dissatisfied with the stitches, and his eye circles turned red along with his face, "Maybe it will look better after I sew it up..."

The general didn't speak, but slowly held the hand, removed the thread, and put the severed hand into the prepared ice box, "You've done a good job, I'll sew it up for you when you go back."

Lei Ting nodded obediently with red eye circles, walked two steps and suddenly saw a furry ball at the door, with his blood on it, he nervously turned his head and scratched the door frame and said to the person under the table, "That... the cat sent me Here you go, I have to go first... goodbye."

Mr. Otaku nodded in fear, he didn't dare to open his eyes. After coming for a long time, there was a cat meowing at the door, and a deliveryman came to his door, "Sir, the pizza you ordered has arrived, and your cat seems to be injured .”

at night

thunder room

"General...uh...um...don't..." Lei Ting lay on the bed, his limbs were useless, and his body was trembling. The person on him was not very gentle, and could even be said to be a little rough.

"Uh... will... um!" Lei Ting's broken words were covered by a cold and slender hand. The general covered his mouth, digging deeper into his body.

It hurt so much, Lei Ting flinched and wanted to escape but there was nowhere to hide, the general's arm tightly trapped him, tears stayed behind after being pierced again, soaking the general's fingers.

The hand on the lips loosened a little, and Lei Ting gently held that hand, "General...it hurts..."

The movements of the people behind him were a little softer, but as if they were trying their best to restrain themselves, Lei Ting could slightly feel the general's displeasure. He felt a pang of guilt and flattered him in a low voice, "I'll take a break...it's okay..."

"No need, I'm fine," the general slowly pulled out his nipples, kissed his face, lifted the quilt and retreated underneath, gently hugging Lei Ting's sensitive parts.

"General..." After being teased by the warm and soft tongue for a few minutes, Lei Ting's face turned red, he grabbed the general's shoulders, his eyes were misty, "um...ah...uh..."

"Is it alright?" After swallowing all the milky white juice, the general looked at Lei Ting who was a little dazed and asked softly. Lei Ting blushed and nodded as he was hugged into a wide embrace, and fell asleep slowly listening to the familiar heartbeat. caught.

The general pulled up the quilt and covered him, staring intently at the hand wrapped in gauze, lowered his head and kissed it, then got out of bed, got dressed and left the room.

"Test results," said the general, standing behind the director of the research department.

The researcher yawned. Being called up in the middle of the night is not good for his health, but he dared not speak out, and helped the general do a strange particle analysis. When he saw the result, he instantly became more refreshed, "Particle fluctuations Not quite normal."

"Is it because of this that I have emotions?"

"No, no, the mutation of these particles should be because you synthesized the energy of the night devil, but you already had emotional changes before that... What's wrong? Have you had emotional problems recently?"

"No..." The general's control over his expression made it impossible for the researcher to see what he was thinking, but the data will always reveal some facts.

"Night Demon is a dark god representing desire... Its power will also bring similar characteristics to people. General, what is your desire? Has it become stronger recently? I think Lei Ting's voice has been hoarse these days It's over..." The researcher drove the car in a serious manner, and then looked down at the particle analysis report after driving, as if he didn't know anything.

"Is there a solution?" the general asked calmly.

The researcher shrugged his shoulders, "The night devil is so difficult to deal with, there will always be some side effects if it is swallowed... But I think it will be fine after a while, even if it is not good, it will only be a little bit harder. After all, your general The structure of the brain has already determined that you will only like him... Relax your mind, this is also a kind of taste, Thunder will adapt to it."

"Adapted to what?" Lei Ting stood barefoot at the door of the research room. He had just unlocked the door of the research room with his fingerprints when he heard such a sentence... Interesting?adapt?What's the meaning?

The researcher tidied up his things silently, and walked out with a smile. Lei Ting glanced at the wretched back of the fat old man and frowned, "General...what is he talking about? What are you doing in the lab? Are you sick?"

"Probably not a sickness," the general pulled him into his arms, "but I will be sick for a long time."

Lei Ting suddenly became nervous, "What disease? Is it serious? What can I do?"

"It's a very hard thing to do," the general said, opening the reflective layer outside the soundproof glass walls around the research room, and then pressing Thunder against the wall.