Elven Survival Manual

When the elf took a bath and got dressed, he discovered a very embarrassing thing.

Since his previous body was genderless, the elf's clothes and matching underwear are cut in a way similar to women's underwear, and they are very close-fitting.

It was originally a style that fit his physical characteristics, and it wasn't as fancy as ordinary women's. It was just the simplest solid color, so he didn't have any burden to wear it.

But now the elves have become males, and the extra little friends become restrained and comfortable under the overly close-fitting fabric.

But he is no longer in the game, so there is no system that will automatically adjust the style of his clothes.

So as soon as the elf put on clean underwear, he felt uncomfortable. Even though the fabric was elastic enough, it still spoiled his good mood a little.

Not wanting to wrong himself, the elf simply put on a bathrobe casually, ignoring even the dripping hair, and walked out of the bathroom with the slippers on.

Seeing the elf's current appearance, the eyes of the Demon King darkened, revealing his strong and burning inner thoughts.

A white silk bathrobe that reaches down to the calf is only tied around the waist with a belt. On the exposed ankles, the anklets that I personally put on, the leaves that are more emerald green after being baptized by water, are gently following his walking. Sway gently.

The parted neckline reveals a piece of clean skin, and the long washed hair is wet on the body, and there are water spots along the cheeks, which accumulate into two clear springs at the collarbone, but more continue to flow into the white skin. The chest, even wet the thin bathrobe, under the transparent bathrobe, the bright red tassels on the chest began to loom.

However, the elf himself didn't have the slightest sense of being naked, his brows were slightly frowned on his pink and attractive face after taking a bath, and his green eyes were sparkling, as if there was a touch of sadness.

It was this melancholy look that made the Demon King suppress all his fantasies.

He walked towards the elf, took off the towel covering his head, and rubbed his dripping hair clumsily but gently.

"what happened?"

"The clothes don't fit well, it's uncomfortable to wear." The elf didn't have the nerve to say where it didn't fit, but said vaguely, lowering his head and allowing the Demon King to serve him.

"I'll send someone to send a new one right away." A smile flashed in the eyes of the Demon King: "Full set."

He must have known.Thinking of this, the elf felt a little burning on his face, but he still nodded.

I don't know if it has been prepared long ago. Not long after the devil's order was conveyed, the elf's hair only changed from dripping to half dry, and new clothes were brought up.

Without letting the maid into the room, Lecdimon went to the door to receive the clothes delivered, without leaving even a chance for the devil to spy on the elves, and closed the door neatly.

The new clothes were sent to the elf, and they didn't match his usual style at all. Except for the color, the new white clothes were exactly the same as the devil's uniform in terms of shape and style, even the matching accessories and shoes were not missing.

The elf doesn't hate this kind of clothing, he doesn't remember where he saw it, he said that men in uniform are the most handsome, and Rick Dimon is really handsome when he wears it, so the elf has always fantasized about wearing it like this The clothes might be as handsome as Rick Dimon.

But placed on the neatly folded clothes, the little piece of fabric still made the elf's face glow.

I always feel a little ashamed.

The elf was going to change in the bathroom with his clothes, but the devil stopped him.

"The floor of the bathroom is wet, you get your clothes wet when you change in there, and you don't wear that kind of clothes, you need someone to help you."

If you listen carefully, you will find that his voice is lower than usual, with a little hoarseness.

That's a testament to endurance.

But the Demon King didn't want to miss any chance to get closer to the elf, even if it would make him more tormented.

The elf thought about the situation in the bathroom. In the case of a large bathtub that was steaming every day, even with the ventilation design, maids would often come in to clean it up. It was difficult to keep dry in such a closed space.

Moreover, the new set of clothes that had been spread out did look troublesome.

So, without waiting for the devil to say anything, the elf took off the wet bathrobe and ill-fitting underwear, picked up the newly delivered black pair and put it on—it was the taste of the devil at first glance.

He grew up in a hospital, and he had to undergo checkups every three to five times. Some checkups could not even wear any clothes. At that time, there were still a bunch of people watching him, and he was used to it, let alone changing clothes in front of his boyfriend now.

So he didn't notice at all that when he bent down to wrap his legs, the devil was staring at his round buttocks intently.

Putting on the underwear, the elf raised his hand to get the pants.

He took the pair of white slim trousers away with one hand before him.

The Demon King half-kneeled in front of the elf, stretched the hem of his trousers, and motioned for the elf to put his feet in.

This feeling of being worshiped by the other party reminded the elf of the time when the Demon King put on anklets for him last time.

But back then they weren't as close as they are now.

After hesitating for a while, he still raised his foot and put it in, and even reached out to support the demon king's shoulder because he couldn't stand on one foot.

The trousers were put on quickly, and the elf only needed to lift his legs during the whole process. Afterwards, the devil lifted the trousers, fastened the concealed button at the waist, and then put on the belt.

At this time, the elf regretted that he chose the pants first instead of the shirt, because when the devil was tying the belt for him, he would always touch his waist.

And he never knew what the sensitivity of his waist was, just being swept by his fingertips could cause bursts of numbness, making him want to run away very much.

And during this process, the demon king who stood up was very close. He lowered his head, and his breathing seemed to be a little heavy, and from time to time, it would sweep across his chest like the wind.

This made Luvita aware of the strangeness in Recdimon.

When you are nervous, you find that the other person may be more nervous than you (not), and it seems that your nervousness has subsided a lot.

The devil is taller than the elf, so Luvita can easily see the emotions in the opponent's eyes from the current angle.

Those red eyes, which are dark like blood most of the time, will be called blood eyes, but when he is in a good mood, the color of the eyes will become brighter, like rubies under the spotlight.

But now, it is different from these two. Its color is more like blood eyes, which is so deep that it seems to absorb the soul of a person, but it is as dazzling as if it is shining.

Noticing that the elf was looking at him, the Demon King raised his eyes, unreservedly showing the desire in his eyes.

With familiar emotions, the elf quickly recalled when and under what circumstances he had seen such eyes.

—when they kissed.

Only when the brain realized this, the devil's lips were already pressed down.

The tacit understanding cultivated during this period made the elves open their mouths naturally when the devil's tongue was deep inside, allowing him to invade.

A perfect fit, a deep kiss that feels super good, and everything looks the same as usual.

The elf relaxed, raised his hands up, and circled the neck of the Demon King.

It is undeniable that he likes the devil's kiss very much.

Even if his lips are bitten off, his tongue is tangled to the point of numbness, and his jaw is stiff from being open for too long, he still likes it.

But he forgot that the current self is different from before.

He was intoxicated in chasing lips and tongues, but he didn't notice that the Demon King's hand didn't press the back of his head as usual, but touched his waist with one arm around his waist. chest.

The abnormality in his chest didn't attract the elf's attention, he just felt more comfortable today than ever before.

And the deep kiss brought more than the usual happiness. He had just transformed into a male body. In this kiss, with the devil hugging him tightly and pressing their lower bodies tightly, a certain As long as it is a normal man, the situation will happen.

The parts that touch each other have changed significantly.

Both sides.

The hot kiss made the elf's head numb, and his thoughts were emptied. He couldn't think of anything at all, and his hands didn't just wrap around the back of the devil's head, but groped randomly on his back.

The subconscious swaying of his body, whether it was the feeling of his chest rubbing against the cloth or the changes in his lower body, made him confused.

The emerald green eyes were shrouded in a cloud of water vapor, and a voice overflowed from the lips, moving and depressing, but it quickly disappeared on the other side.

The body was suddenly brought back and fell directly into the big bed behind him. Before the elf realized what was wrong with him, the body of the demon king also pressed up.

The kiss continued, and the way he lay on his back caused some transparent liquid to overflow from his mouth. For some reason, the devil's kiss became more and more domineering, as if it was going to swallow him whole.

The elf couldn't think of anything, he could only feel a pair of hands igniting fire all over his body, every inch of skin that had been touched became hot, and then a wonderful feeling that he had never had before gushed out from under his skin, his whole body Everyone is going to be set on fire.

The belt that had just been buckled was undone again, and the hand slid in along the lower abdomen. The stimulation made the elf tremble. His hand grabbed the hair of the demon king, exerting force without hesitation.

The devil had to leave his lips with this move.

But his hand didn't stop, and the elf was about to collapse.

"Don't...don't touch..."

The hand holding the demon king's hair was changed to the hand holding him that caused the current situation, but they couldn't be separated no matter what.

"Don't be afraid, Luvita, I will never hurt you."

Lovingly kissing the elf's cheek and lips, the devil's words were breathing chaotically with him.

But the elf couldn't hear it, his mind was all on the faster and faster hand, and a terrible feeling swept over him, he didn't even notice the tears in his eyes.

In the end, when the elf curled up even his toes, his eyes were dizzy, his ears were roaring, and his whole body trembled, and he fell into the arms of the Demon King.

Like a dying fish, it fell into the arms of a hunting beast.