The cat's reaction to being forced to attack is

……

——What is Xinghe like?

Bright, dazzling...

Not even the most precious jewels in the royal hoard.

As if drawn by the gods, it has remained in the lonely and eternal sky from the very beginning of reincarnation.

Sim Mo stood in front of the optical wall, vaguely aware of...

I want to see this scene with the person I like.

There were leather shoes stepping on the metal floor behind him, and the sound of 'slap' and 'slap' footsteps came.

The young man was bent over his waist by a man much taller than himself, and his warm breath fell on his neck.

The young boy's body was very thin, the man's slender arms could easily wrap around it firmly, his chin rested on the boy's neck like some kind of large animal, and the warm breath made the thin white skin tremble slightly.

The boy was very uncomfortable with the intimacy of the platinum-haired man, and frowned in resistance. The feeling of his back being pressed against the hot chest was also very strange.

Most importantly, he didn't want to stay with this strange man in this situation.

"My dear, dear little 'kitty'..."

The man's handsome side cheeks were buried in the juvenile's neck when he bent over, and if there was obsessive enthusiasm in the dark iron gray pupils, he even sniffed intimately between the juvenile's soft white neck.

This action made the young man's skin twitch again, and with his elbows back, he pushed directly towards the waist and abdomen of the man who was hugging him. The man covered him with his palm with a quick smile and took it.

Unexpectedly, such acts of resistance did not seem to make the man angry, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was still brilliant, even showing a little joyful look.

Although the man is tall and tall, he is not actually strong, which is probably a common problem for people like him.The boy couldn't break free, probably because he was a little different from the general level of an adult man.

He turned the slender boy back into his arms again, and covered the boy's black eyes with the other hand, causing his vision to suddenly plunge into darkness, and the boy continued to barely speak in silence .

And the platinum-haired man automatically interpreted this as being cute, with his chin still resting on the side of the boy's neck, he intimately lowered his hands covering the boy's eyes, so that he could see the scene in front of him again, like a lover Whispered affectionately.

"My little 'cat', look, I said, I'm going to show you the most beautiful, most beautiful things..."

This action seemed to be forced, so that the boy had to open his eyes to look at the galaxy.

The four optical walls of the wheel cabin room became transparent at this time, and the long eyelashes like crow feathers of a young man trembled slightly. In the entire dark and glorious vast space, he could only be imprisoned backwards in the arms of the man, Like a prison lock.

——Suspended and lonely...

Suffocation.

……

The wheel well walls seemed to be free for the man to replace, and after that time the walls were restored to their original shape.

"Oh, little 'cat', your smell... so sweet, I want to call you Candy-"

This is stepping into the wheel well again, the platinum-blond man showed a somewhat obsessed look, and whispered softly when his side cheeks flushed sickly.

If he hadn't given the cute little highness a comprehensive physical test when he brought the cute little highness into the ship, he would have thought the little 'cat' was a delicious Omega that hadn't grown up yet.

The young man gathered the quilt expressionlessly, turned over silently, and faced the inside of the wall.

...Although this strange man always liked to say some nonsense, he couldn't get used to it easily.

Poker-faced and frowning, this is Sim Mo's usual state when he is forced to talk to a man.

When someone shows such a clear and indifferent attitude of rejection, most people will retreat in spite of the difficulties.

But the smile on the lips of the platinum-blond man has not changed, and he still walks briskly and sits on the soft seat of the black-haired boy, holding his cheeks with his hands.

Then the bouncing tones called "Sweet Cookie", "Little Candy", "Little Honey" and "Little Sweetheart" incessantly calling the young man, and got a response from the young man who turned his back and threw a pillow out of the quilt unbearably. Satisfied, she took the small pillow and got up and left.

Ten times ten neuropathy.

Sometimes they are called "little cats", sometimes they are called "little angels", and a "little candy" is interspersed from time to time. The strange man seems to never tire of it.

The only daily regular activity is to hand-feed nutrients to the teenagers.

The teenager didn't understand his fun.

The taste of the nutritional supplements is always changing, but generally it tastes like sweet milk.

Obviously, every time the boy was expressionless and finished sipping as if completing a task, but the man looked as if he was drunk after staring at the feeding process, his expression immersed and blurred.

It's very weird, and it can't be understood by teenagers.

On this day, the man embraced the young man intimately with one arm, watched the young man sip the milk without saying a word, and said that he was going to take the 'little cat' to take a bath.

The room temperature in the wheelhouse is always controlled at the most suitable temperature. The young man sleeps under the blanket almost all the time, does not move around, sweats even less, and hardly gets dusty.

So the boy felt a little strange.

But this request is not entirely unreasonable.

If he doesn't agree, he will be forced to agree with a bright smile.

but……

The boy didn't expect that the man would watch the whole process from the bathroom.

This is not normal.

With his back turned to the young man standing not far behind, he frowned and thought.

At this time, the situation of being forcibly taken away and restricting personal freedom became very clear.

At that time, most of the clothes had been taken off, and the boy's shirt had been taken off and wrapped around his arms, exposing his porcelain white back.

The trousers have been removed, revealing two long white, flexible and slender legs with excellent proportions.

The boy's body is beautiful from head to toe.

On the white and bare back, the vertebrae are like flower buds.

At this time, the young man hesitated and glanced back.

The man's pale pigmentation and cold appearance completely didn't match, and his gray pupils looked in this direction with scorching heat.

No libido.

But the temperature that was about to burn, the strange, morbidly obsessed look, that abnormality was really impossible to ignore.

The black-haired boy hesitated for a while, but did not take off the last pair of shorts.

Turning on the knob of the shower, although the temperature of the water suddenly sprayed down was suitable, Sim Mo still shuddered reflexively.

The platinum-blonde man watched appreciatively as the boy trembled slightly when he was soaked, as if a young feline was forced to wet its soft fur in front of people.

Cute and inspired people's deepest bad taste.

The boy paused for a moment, then slowly began to apply hair cream to his hair, rubbing it into foam.

He always turned his back to the man, but he always felt as if a pair of invisible hands were touching his side ambiguously. This strange feeling made his movements very stiff.

After rinsing off the foam, the boy looked at the center of the bathtub where he was standing, and decided not to soak and clean his body anymore.

He raised one leg and was about to walk out of the bathtub, but he heard the man's soft voice, like a lover's whisper, which was clearly far away but was close to his ear like a tarsus.

"Little 'cat', wash yourself well and soak yourself in the bath."

The young man lowered his brows, wanting to refuse.

"Otherwise, maybe..." The man showed a pleasant smile as if he was eagerly waiting for him to make such a decision.

"Would you rather have me wash your body thoroughly? Oh, my little 'kitty', I know, you like to be touched..."

The black-haired boy pursed his lips.

After all, he compromised, turned around slowly and walked back into the bathtub, screwing up the water inlet on one side.

The man looked at the boy who was sitting in the bathtub with his knees hugged expressionlessly, and watched the green and fair body of the boy be covered with a little bit of beautiful pink due to the temperature, and it seemed that he had got his wish.

When he fell asleep that night, the boy entered a dream.

The lingering white mist gradually dispersed a little, and he seemed to see a clear scene again.

As the vision in front of him gradually became clearer, he heard singing.

It was still a nursery rhyme with a strange tone, echoing in the corridors of empty rooms, and the corridors of silence were empty.

And he was still shrunk... Maybe it should be said directly, he was hiding in a small hidden space.

"Lizzie Borden picked up the ax~

Hit Dad forty times;

When she realized what she'd done,

And cut my mother 41 times—”

...Can this kind of thing be called a nursery rhyme...?

Xin Mo's eyes and emotions are very dark, and he can't bear to hide like this.

However, he could feel that the subject-viewer seemed to think of something because of the moral in the nursery rhyme, and his unsteady breathing trembled violently.

Maybe the...relatives of the subjective viewer have encountered anything in reality?

"My mother killed me,

my father ate me,

My sister, little Marlene—

she picks up all my bones

Wrapped in a silk handkerchief,

Buried under that juniper tree.

Kway, Kway, I'm a-

What a beautiful bird~"

The voice singing nursery rhymes fluttered away, near, and vaguely, almost making people lose the sense of distance they should have.

He had heard this one before, and the eerie voice had replaced the singing nursery rhyme.

The maliciousness of the lyrics is more obvious, what a bad taste.

The main viewer's breathing is gradually constricted, and the heartbeat in his chest is extremely fast, vibrating the eardrums, making him doubt whether the sound will be heard by outsiders.

"What can boys play?

Frogs, snails, and puppy tails.

What can girls do?

Great things like sugar and frying pans~”

The absent-minded singing voice hummed and flowed past in front of the eyes of the main viewer.

"What about me? What can I play?"

The tone suddenly dropped and rose abnormally, as if the owner of the song was really curious about who he was asking.

The subjective viewer has delicate nerves, and can feel that he or she has been in an extremely tense state during the process.

At this time, the sound of exhalation was close to unbearable shortness of breath.

"—You can play a very scary game!"

The suddenly enlarged lyrics gave Sim Mo a dark and ominous premonition.

For a moment, the gap met a peering eye.

And the main viewer finally, couldn't help but screamed out.

.........

The last scream, the boy was very sure...

It was a woman's voice.

This is related to the dream of a similar nature that he saw long before his tenth birthday...

That is his mother.

And his mother—

The young man crossed his fingers, and it was rare to see that he was a little irritable.

I'm afraid he was treated quite badly.

At such a time and such a place, he did not think it was something that could be explained by coincidence.

All of this is after coming here and entering this dream again.

That strange man is now feeding him nutrients, and even wants to give him a bath... what happens next?

——Wait for a while, when his body is fully grown?

……

"Thank you, Mr. Hawke."

The stern-faced second prince nodded lightly and said to the people beside him.

Yishi has a whole queue of handheld electronic devices, searching and testing in an open space.

At the same time, a swift black shadow was flying across the cloudless sky, making a clear howling sound.

"If it's for Your Highness, no matter when."

The handsome young knight put his right hand on his chest, bowed his head slightly and saluted briefly.

The second prince nodded slightly, responded to the etiquette, scanned the situation of the search queue in a warm and clear voice, pondered for a moment, and then said.

"I think with the help of your Excellency, the companion eagle, they have detected and determined the coordinates of the outlaw ship's departure, and then tracked it according to the signal fuel on the trajectory. There should be no mistakes."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Hawke."

The stern-faced second prince nodded again at this time, which meant to end the conversation, which meant "duties have been completed and you can leave".

It wasn't until the young black knight led the guards behind him that the second prince raised his eyes slightly.

The icy blue eyes that came from the Gallo royal family were completely cold at this moment.

……

He will let, he will let—

Take that child and the unscrupulous mob pays the price.

……

Since those two dreams, the boy showed complete resistance to the platinum-blond man.

It's just that this resistance is painless in the hands of men.

This is a ship.

Leaving the wheel well, the outside is an unlivable vacuum environment.

So the platinum-blond man wasn't worried at all that the boy would have any way to escape.

This is a...

A hanging cage.

"My dear little 'kitty', I think...you smell sweeter and sweeter."

The corner of the man's lips was licked endlessly, and his dark iron-grey eyes looked at the young man who was half leaning on the soft seat with some unknown longing and obsession.

"Did it ever occur to you that you might be born to fit in, to be violated, to be fully possessed, to be marked, to belong to someone..."

While whispering in an ambiguous tone like a lover, the man leaned down and pressed the slender white wrist of the black-haired boy.

The young man's slender eyebrows were tightly frowned, watching the man get closer and closer while talking, his light-colored lips leaned against the collarbone side of his neckline, as if he wanted to suck it down——

Without hesitation, he stabbed the man's chest with the metal needle between the padded interlayers with one hand.

The needle pierced in, and the depth was not shallow.

The sudden movement really surprised the man for a moment.

However, the tingling pain did not change the smile on the man's face that remained unchanged throughout the year, and he stretched out his hand and pulled out the metal needle on his chest without hesitation.

Blood splatter.

The scarlet color was stained on the lightly pigmented and cold face, and under the half-dimmed light, that handsome face looked quite strange.

He even licked his lower lip with a normal face, and the blood dripping down from his side cheek was licked to leave a bloodstain.

"I really didn't expect that my little 'cat' could make such cute little moves..."

He casually took out a simple electronic device from the small metal cabinet, sprayed a thin tube like a cryostat on the wound on his chest, and the blood stopped.

The boy's complexion was a little pale.

The wound didn't work, it didn't even affect the man's actions.

At the same time, an alarm sounded in the wheel well.

This made the man's face finally change for a moment.

Then the gray pupil looked at the boy, and the smile was a little weird at this time.

"So little 'cat', let's guess, who is trying to take you away this time?"