funeral

When life becomes unsatisfactory, smart people will always find a suitable way to get rid of this predicament or depressed mood, as is the case with Ito.

What a lovely way to spend time dining under a gorgeous crystal chandelier.

The man shook the goblet in his hand, and the waiter at the side immediately stepped forward to refill the wine.

I booked this restaurant on a whim a month ago, but recently I forgot about it due to various matters. Fortunately, I received a phone call to confirm it again... Ito does not reject hedonism, he never treats himself badly just like Nagasawa .

Although it seemed futile this time, we still had to do something to dilute the unhappiness at that time.

Ito touched his neck subconsciously. At that moment, he really felt the fear.

The waiter removed the appetizer and brought a bloody raw steak to the table.

For some reason, a lady stepped forward, pulled the chair opposite Ito and sat down.

"Sorry, I don't accept table sharing." Ito picked up the knife and fork and focused on the plate.

"Hey, it's really cold, Doctor~"

Hearing the voice was a little familiar, Ito couldn't help but glanced at it, "Why... are you dressed like this?"

Sitting across from him was Kirishima, who was dressed in women's clothing. Since his facial features were feminine, it wasn't too outrageous to dress up as a woman, but I don't know if it was a bad taste or it was really necessary, but he actually put on a complete set of make-up.

"Because I was being followed recently, so I had no choice but to do this~" Kirishima pouted.

"So you also followed me?" Ito lowered his head and continued to strike.

"That's right~ As expected of Mr. Ito~"

"No offense intended, but please speak in your original tone."

"Hey, you're really boring..." Kirishima complained dissatisfied.

Ito ignored it as a matter of course and concentrated on dealing with the steak in front of him.However, under the trend of professional habits, he always involuntarily pays attention to the texture of the meat, and it is difficult for him to infer the specific part where it is located.Coupled with someone's unobstructed and straight eyes, a meal that was meant to be a pastime suddenly lost all interest.

Ito sighed, ah, I really shouldn't eat this kind of western food just after the operation.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Kirishima pointed to the knife and fork he put down.

"What's the matter with me this time?"

"It's just that I'm interested in you." Kirishima smiled.

"Didn't you say I'm boring?"

"You are really... How about I take you to a fun place?"

"Oh?" Ito was a little surprised, "Human/demon club?"

"...Hey, you are too rude!"

It was a private club that Kirishima took Ito to. As for whether it was fun or not, Ito, who had always been only interested in men, naturally held a negative attitude.

Are you kidding me, this kid actually brought himself to watch a strip dance show? !

"Hey, isn't this Ah Cheng, finally free to take care of my business?"

As soon as he arrived in the arena, someone came forward to greet him—Kishima had already removed his ostentatious disguise before entering the arena.So pretending to be a woman or something is really that guy's bad taste... Ito has a headache.

"Old rules, VIP position."

The booth at a close distance can clearly watch the performance on the stage. The dancers with 7-inch high heels are having fun with the steel/pipe. Looks precarious - it's just so boring.

Ito took the wine glass aside.

"Hey, you don't seem to be very interested." Kirishima glanced back at him.

"Creatures that wear high heels are not my thing."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It means literally," Ito put down his glass and lit a cigarette, "I'm not interested in women."

"Hey~~~" Kirishima narrowed his eyes and stretched the ending, "It seems that I chose the right place."

When the female dancer took off the last piece of restraint, the lights on the stage suddenly changed colors, and several men dressed as cowboys began to occupy the four corners of the stage, shaking their bodies/body to the beat.

"Hey, isn't that right?" Kirishima was very proud.

Ito looked at the fresh and seductive bodies on the stage and asked, "How do you know?"

"Blind guess."

"Oh? Then you too?" Ito looked away from the stage.

"Aha, how come, I'm 100% straight!" Kirishima laughed, "However, you will get tired of tasting the same thing all the time, so you have to find something to change your taste once in a while, right? ?”

Ito did not answer, and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

In fact, he didn't care about coming out of the closet at all, and he never deliberately concealed his sexuality in front of others, but Kirishima's ambiguous attitude, which he seemed to have known for a long time, made him a little uncomfortable.

Stinky bastard!

As the performance progressed, bursts of cheers erupted from the audience. From time to time, someone stuffed large amounts of banknotes into the increasingly scarce clothing of the dancers, and some even took the opportunity to touch them fiercely.

There was a wave of climax in the arena, and everyone was in high spirits. The dancers on the stage seemed to want to lead a larger interaction circle, and tried their best to search for suitable targets below.

"They won't invite people from the VIP seats up," Kirishima said.

"Oh, that's a pity."

"And for them, you seem... to look down upon them."

"Who knows."

Ito put down his wine glass and smiled at the other party inexplicably, and then walked towards the crowd. Naturally, he was invited to the stage.

"Oh, oh, where did this song come from?" Kirishima muttered softly underneath, but the expression on his face was full of anticipation.

The people on the stage somehow got a chair for Ito to sit down, and then one of them straddled/sat on him, and his lower body rubbed/wiggled ambiguously against it.

Although there were constant cheers on and off the stage, Ito kept a cold face throughout the whole process.

His hunting targets have always been slender and beautiful young men, and these muscular men on stage have never been in his consideration, but as Kirishima said, "Tasting the same thing all the time will make you tired." ", Ito thinks it's time for him to change his taste, and today he has to use some different ways of playing.

He kicked the man on his body to the ground, then slowly raised his legs, "Lick it clean."

Ito put his hands on the back of the chair and looked down at the other party, "There will be rewards for doing well."

The strong and tall dancer knelt on the ground and swallowed, hesitated for a few seconds before crawling forward, holding Ito's shoes and kissing.

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly changed, everyone was discussing and watching the transient scene cautiously.

"Hey~ So I like this kind of gameplay..." Kirishima in the VIP seat was a little surprised, and then smiled, "But it really suits him."

"You bastard," an angry voice came from the stage, "you can't even do this well!"

Ito kicked the man down again, and the man looked at him blankly with a flushed face, as if he didn't dare to defend himself.Judging from such a green and immature reaction, that person should be "not deeply involved in the circle".Ito smiled secretly, and it seemed interesting to teach/teach newcomers.

"What about a child who has done something wrong?" He walked up to the man.

"To... to accept punishment."

Ito dropped his eyes on the chair, and the other party immediately knelt on it trembling.

"Very good," Ito stroked the man's back with a smile, and slowly slid his fingers down the spine, "I should give you some rewards..." He tore off the only clothes on the man's lower body, Then he unfastened his belt with one hand.

"Hey, what's the matter, he's number 1?!" The audience was a little surprised after seeing Ito's next move.

"With a face like this, you should stay under me obediently!!" There were many commotions in the crowd.

"It seems that there is some trouble..." Kirishima leaned on the sofa and turned the wine glass, muttering to himself.

Nagasawa has always disliked his own name, Siping Siping, it always sounds like a good old man who works hard, and it doesn't fit his current occupation and identity at all.

"There's a warm and upright feeling to it."

The cowardly alcoholic father once described it with a smile like this, but before he could really understand it, he was hit and killed by a speeding car one day after returning home drunk.

After that, he was adopted by his mother who had remarried long ago.

The man who should be called "stepfather" is a complete scumbag, and the mother's life after following him seems to have not improved a bit, or even worse than before.

Nagasawa stayed in that house until he was 14 years old, and then in a quiet afternoon, he stabbed his sleeping stepfather with a knife, then ran out of the house quickly, and never returned.

Why do you think of these things?

Nagasawa stroked the pattern on the lighter, he must be lucky to be able to get to this day.

"Brother, we're here." The bodyguard opened the car door.

"Hmm..." Nagasawa looked at the gate of the casino and pondered for a moment, "Let's go."

"According to what the girls in the store said, they bought synthetic drugs from a person named 'Zhi', but I think 'Zhi' is just an ordinary small drug dealer, and there should be a bigger group behind him..."

"I agree with your point of view," Masao Aizawa put down the report, "Most drug trafficking/drug organizations are managed through layers of hierarchy."

"Yes, next we will find out the whereabouts of 'Shii', find out his previous family and the source of the drugs," Nagasawa moved the photo in front of Aizawa, "Now we have several targets."

"It's a good job, it's really scary..." Aizawa said with a smile, "After this is done, I will hand over the management of the casino to you."

"Leader..."

"But at the same time, you have to pick a woman from your own family to marry... After all, you have a foreign surname, and even I can't do anything about the stubbornness of my family."

"Although this condition is not humane, and it is difficult to marry someone you don't like," Aizawa smiled wryly, "but if you want to become the leader of the Aizawa group, you must do so."

"Yes, I understand."

"Of course it's best if you can figure it out... Do you still remember the first sentence I said to you when I was my subordinate?"

Nagasawa raised his head and met Kami Aizawa's eyes, "You said, 'Siping' is really a good name."

It was dark when we left the casino.

Nagasawa recalled Aizawa's words, and felt some strange emotions in his heart.

It's just getting married, it's not a big deal, even if you don't like it, you can go outside and find someone else.

But what's with the pain in his chest?

"Brother, where are you going next?"

Where to go, I'm afraid I can't go to that place... Nagasawa reached into his pocket and grabbed the collar clip.

"Go back to the apartment," he said after a moment of silence.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ito outside the clubhouse looked unhappy.

"I don't want the guests I brought to cause riots in the arena." Kirishima shrugged, "Otherwise the boss will make trouble for me."

Ten minutes ago, he got down from the VIP seat to stop the H live broadcast, and led Ito to break through the crowd to the sidelines.

"If you want to blame, blame those guys for not being able to concentrate." Ito didn't care.

"You just want to tell me that if you make up your mind, you will end up like that guy on the stage."

"You don't seem...too stupid," Ito glanced at him, "That's all for today, I'm tired."

"How about I take you back?" Kirishima looked at the other party, seeming very enthusiastic.

"Thanks for taking care of me." Ito pushed his glasses, then left Kirishima and walked to the intersection to stop the car alone.

"Well, it's better to go back by yourself," Kirishima looked at Ito's back, and muttered softly, "It would be troublesome to have anything to do with me, after all, it's not fun to be followed..."

Then why take the initiative to provoke him?

Kirishima sighed, a little remorseful.

Ito got into the taxi, feeling a burst of resentment in his heart, but the sentiment he had finally provoked was ruined by this kid, what a disappointment.

The car passed by the neighborhood he frequented, the neon lights of various bars were very eye-catching, Ito asked the driver to stop, and then walked to a certain door.

Go find different types of prey.

As soon as he stepped into the store, he was knocked aside by an oncoming person. The man was about to curse, but found that the person lying on the ground looked familiar—at least he still had a little impression of the pair of shoes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ito walked up to the man and helped him up.

The young man stood and staggered a few steps, then patted Ito on the shoulder, "Oh...thank you."

Ito stepped forward and grabbed his arm, carefully observing the other's face, "...do you come here often?"

The young man looked up at him, with some surprise in his dull expression, "Hey, it's none of your business, right?"

"I am Nagasawa's personal doctor. Ensuring his health is my top priority, and you are the person who has the closest contact with him. Naturally, I will not ignore your health problems."

"You are so annoying, uncle..." The young man didn't seem to want to listen to Ito's words at all, and just kept pushing him away.

"Hey, there is something wrong with you, come with me to the hospital for a physical examination." Ito noticed that the young man was always trembling involuntarily, and such symptoms were like...

"Ah, Kawase, so you're here, so it's easy for us to find."

In the process of pulling, a few people of the same age as the young man came behind them and helped Ito to set him up.

"Sorry uncle, this guy drank too much." One of them said with a smile.

"He doesn't seem to be drunk, it's better to go to the hospital..." Ito stepped forward to check Kawase's body.

"His wine quality has always been bad, we'll send him home right now, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble." A tall young man hugged Kawase.

"That's it, let's go, uncle..." The group stopped the car with the help of the delirious Kawase, and disappeared from Ito's sight.

Are you drunk?It's not easy to drink like this.

Ito thought it was funny, maybe it was because he was getting old, so he loved to worry about it so much.

The author has something to say:

Aizawa Masao should be fifteen or sixteen years older than Nagasawa. They say that an elder brother is like a father. In Nagasawa's heart, he should be an elder brother or a father. The incomplete childhood makes Nagasawa attach great importance to this relationship.

That's about it, it's finally updated at the end of the month.