don't make me wear a skirt

Dead pervert.Lytle cursed, twisted and turned back to the bedroom, the water stains on the skirt were clearly visible.

He opened the door, turning his head suddenly vigilantly.

Hecha walked unhurriedly three feet away from them.

"Why do you keep following me?" He put his hands behind his back and rubbed them up and down.

Hecha said innocently: "I just want to cover your skirt for you."

Oh weird, did his ass leak today?Why is it so wet?

Lytle jumped into the bedroom and blocked his door with his hands: "It's not necessary now, you should go back."

Hecha frowned, and said with concern: "I'm worried that you may have a strange disease, so go in and check it out for you, okay?"

examine? !How to check?Reach in and take a look?

Lytle politely declined: "No, I'm in great health, and I don't have any diseases at all."

In the next second, the numb itching made his knees go limp, and he knelt straight down.

Hecha raised his two arms quickly and let the little boy lean into his arms.

"Oh." Lytle hummed uncomfortably.

"Why is your face so red when you're not sick?" Hecha touched his apple-like cheeks.

Lytle didn't speak, his butt was itchy, the more itchy, the more he wanted to rub his legs, the softer his legs became, and the softer he was, the less he could use force, but how could he tell the annoying Duke Hecha about this situation? !Once he knows, he will definitely open his ass to see what's going on inside.

"Don't you know?" Lytle murmured weakly: "It's all because you are too close, which caused my skin allergies, go go, bastard, stay away from me."

Hecha stepped back a little.

Lytle bent over and slid down against his chest.

Hecha squatted down and asked softly, "Little Lanny, do you blush and feel hot all over because you like me?"

Shameless fellow, Lytle raised his head and glared angrily: "Are you suffering from paranoia?"

Hecha couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his rosy cheek.

"I...I want to lie on the bed." After being kissed, Lytle's eyes flustered.

In fact, he would rather lie on the ice and cool down.

"If you act like a baby to me, I will hug you." Hecha stroked his soft black hair.

"Aww." Lytle called out listlessly twice.

Hecha thought for a while, and made an inch of it: "I want to hear the cat meow."

Lytle wanted to yell at this bastard, but when he opened his mouth, he said, "Um..."

What is this strange sound?Lytle covered his mouth angrily.

Hecha picked up his thin body and put it on the bed.

Lytle was panting weakly, he seemed to be terminally ill, even lying down could not stop the increasing heat, and he wanted eagerly to lift his skirt and scratch it.

He turned his head in a daze, only to find that the annoying guy was still standing there without blinking.

Lytle threw it away when he ran out of people: "You can go out, it's impolite to stay in the lady's room all the time."

Instead, Hecha sat on the head of the bed and said slowly, "It's only natural that I stay with my fiancée."

How could Hecha have been scratching him? !

Lytle was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, spinning around.

Soon, he couldn't move his mind.

Fortunately, though, someone did it for him.

Lytle narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Then it became painful and itchy, as if the mosquito had been scratched and bloody. He wanted to strongly condemn this kind of help for people who didn't help the main point, could it be too much to understand?

How can tickling bleed? !

Later, he felt something came in, and the "good-hearted man" scratched harder, making it bulging, and the meat inside was turned out.

When the consciousness regained consciousness again, it was already night, and a sliver of moonlight shone on the bed.

Lytle blinked in the dark air, oh, his ass still seems to be leaking, but it doesn't itch anymore, but his waist is a little sore, and he is caught by the damn arm.

As for who owns the arm, you can guess with your feet.

By the way, his wet skirt will stain the bedding!

Lytle suddenly reacted and hurriedly touched down, but the movement stopped in an instant.

Where is his skirt? !He's stuck with Duke Hecha with nothing on!

It was terrible, Lytle struggled to crawl out of his arms, and within a few steps, he was horrified to find that his poor little chrysanthemum was not only leaking, but also sickly closed.

Lytle was caught in endless doubts.

Last night, he felt very uncomfortable all over his body, lying on the bed in a daze, and then some kind-hearted people scratched his itch.

... tickle? !

After thinking about it, Lytle burst into tears. Was he stabbed?

Must not be right?Nasty Hecha is just tickling, isn't he?

Lytle quietly lifted the quilt and looked down, instantly like thunder, the blood rose from the toes to the top of the head.

It's all... all red marks... Lytle's eyes are black.

In the early morning, Hecha was woken up by the violent shaking of the bed, and when he fished it to the side, it was indeed his little Aina who did it.

Mingming's long and curly eyelashes kept trembling, but he still tried to pretend to be asleep.

"Are you awake?" Hecha asked softly.

Lytle's ears turned red, damn it, stabbed his ass, and said good morning to him like nothing happened!

Hecha chuckled and hugged him tightly.

Lytle trembled even more.

"Dear master." At the door, Tisha knocked on the door: "The sun is shining on your butt, don't you plan to get up?"

Heza hesitated for a while, and finally let go of the little boy, and lifted the quilt, and the chilly wind penetrated in, blowing Lytle's butt icy cold.

On the bedside, the little boy with his eyes tightly closed slowly moved his head into the bedding, and opened his eyes suddenly after making sure it was safe.

what to do?Is that all he has to do with his ass?Lytle didn't dare to recall what happened last night, just thinking about it was the scene where Hecha stabbed him in the back.

The guy seemed to be getting more than enough.

The ass was hollow, as if it had been hollowed out, and Lytle secretly wiped away tears with the sheet.

He Cha opened the door and said gently: "He was too tired last night and was still sleeping."

"Too tired?" Tisha glanced over her head, saw the bulging bag on the bed, and glanced at Hecha, who had just put on her pajamas, and immediately felt that the situation was not good.

"Master, did you exercise vigorously last night?"

Hecha glanced behind him, looked at the shivering quilt wrapped in a ball, and the words he said took a sharp turn: "He has a fever, talked nonsense all night, had strange dreams all night, and his energy is exhausted. , sleep until now."

Lytle in the quilt immediately raised his confidence, and his heart was ignited with great expectations.

Is his ass still alive? !He wasn't actually stabbed, was he?Is the picture that flashes in your mind a dream?

Tisha wanted to go in, but was stopped by Hecha.

"We'll go downstairs when he wakes up."

Tisha thought about it for a moment, and thought that the Duke would not harm her foolish master, otherwise her master would have become a corpse long ago, so she let go and said, "I'll wait for you outside."

He Cha returned to the head of the bed, patted the bulging hillock: "Are you awake?"

Lytle was a coward for a while, and then he hid under the quilt and asked sullenly: "I had a fever yesterday, right?"

Yesterday Aina's little butt was indeed burning bright red.

Hecha laughed and said, "I'm so burned that I lost my mind."

Lytle lifted a corner, revealing bright black eyes: "Did I have a lot of nightmares?"

Hecha nodded solemnly.

Lytle twisted his body happily, the tearing pain made him fall like a withered flower again.

He asked cautiously, "Then why are there so many little red spots on my body?"

He Cha said softly: "Let me see."

Lytle exposed his shoulders, and his smooth and delicate skin was mottled with stars.

Hecha was very satisfied with his masterpiece, but he didn't explain it. Instead, he said in a wrong way: "Are you allergic? Have you painted anything recently?"

Oh, he's got the old man's ointment, damn it - he was fine before, now he knows it's a bad drug shop, Lytle's face is red, and his ass is swollen and sore!

Lytle reconfirmed: "You didn't do anything to me, did you?"

Hecha narrowed his eyes, and suddenly didn't want to deny that little Aina's alluring appearance should be known to him.

He answered irrelevantly and asked, "You hugged me in a daze, and kept saying you liked me."

Cry on me.He didn't say the last sentence.

Lytle's head suddenly seemed to be shot by a bomber.

Oh, he wouldn't like that nasty Hetcha, is he insane?Will say such a thing? !

Lytle wanted to get up, but unfortunately he had no strength, his waist was so sore that he died.

Seeing this, Hecha took the opportunity and said, "May I bring you breakfast?"

Lytle looked decadent and could only agree, thinking, this guy still has a bit of conscience.

As soon as Hecha left, Tisha walked in and wrinkled her nose as soon as she entered the room. Why did she smell a strange smell?

Oh, her poor little master was struggling to pull on her tutu.

"What's wrong with you?" Tisha wanted to help him, but accidentally touched his butt, Lytle immediately couldn't move from the pain, and yelled.

"God—did you get stabbed?"

"No." Lytle panted: "I'm just allergic to the ointment, it makes my ass very uncomfortable!"

"Allergic to the ointment?" Tisha looked at the red spots on the owner's body and the water stains on the bed and fell into thought.

"It's all the damn old man's fault." Wrapped in the quilt, Lytle turned over with difficulty and pointed his bare butt at Tisha: "He's a charlatan!"

Tisha glanced at it, then looked away immediately: "I didn't expect your hemorrhoids to be so serious."

"What's wrong?" Lytle was taken aback.

"It's all pus, it's all white." Tisha sighed.

"I...will I fester and die?!" Lytle was almost frightened into tears by Tisha's words.

"I'm not a doctor." Tisha suggested, "Why don't you go wash and see if you can wash away the pus."

Lytle couldn't get up at all, so he could only linger on the bed, and the pus leaked all over the floor by the way.

He sniffed and asked strangely, "Why do I smell a faint fishy smell?"

Tisha guessed: "It may be the smell of pus."

Lytle smiled "hehe": "This tastes a bit like that."

Tisha frowned: "Which one?"

Lytle said mysteriously: "You don't understand, it's our man's stuff."

As soon as the words fell, he realized something, and he was about to cry again, his eyes were red: "It must be pus, right, it must not be that thing, right?"

Tisha said angrily, "Which one do you not know?"

Lytle was weak, pitiful and helpless: "As soon as I entered the door yesterday, my brain became hot, and I was confused about what to do..."

"It might be the wound getting worse and pus." Tisha concluded irresponsibly.

Besides, will the master not feel like being treated like this or that?

As the two engaged in a heated discussion, Hecha returned with the silver tray, and Lytle wrapped himself up in a disguise.

He Cha handed him the sun egg calmly.

Lytle instantly remembered the dream of being entangled in the tongue by the egg yolk, and lost interest in the sun egg: "Can I not eat it?"

Hecha thought for a while, ate what was on the silver plate, and took a sip of his fork.

Then he forked a piece of ham and put it near his mouth.

This weird vibe.

Tisha took a step back and said, "I'll go outside first."

Before Lytle could stop her, Tisha wiped oil on her feet and disappeared.

"Ah." Hecha kissed his lips.

Lytle opened his mouth reluctantly, bit off the ham, and chewed.

Oh, and there's his drool on it.

He Cha enjoyed feeding little Aina mouthful, and his little Aina swallowed obediently. He couldn't help but leaned closer and asked, "Is it true that you said you liked me yesterday?"

Lytle's eyes wandered, looking at Hecha piteously, terrified, God, he only said it in a dream!And it was this guy who forced him to say it all the time, he didn't want to know whether it was a dream or reality now!

Hecha couldn't wait for a response, and still didn't affect his happy mood. He kissed Lytle's face and fed half a sandwich into it.

While chewing the food, Lytle tentatively whispered: "My back is sore."

He Cha stopped, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"No, no, no." Lytle waved his hands wildly, opened his mouth obediently, and waited for the feeding.

After breakfast, He found out the bedroom.

Lytle looked around to confirm that the person was gone, then clutched his leaky buttocks and stuffed himself into the tutu skirt.

What a torture, why did he have to suffer this?

His asshole even started to ooze pus.

Lytle decided to wash off the pus first, otherwise the stickiness would be too uncomfortable.

Slowly but surely he staggered out of bed, then fell straight on his legs shaking.

Fortunately, a true warrior dared to face the trauma. Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he still moved to the bathing pool firmly.

He filled the tub with some water and began to wash his butt.

While Lytle was still comfortably enjoying the moisture brought by the hot water, he found that there seemed to be a few extra bones under the bottom of the crystal clear bath.

The shape of the bones seemed to be human bones, and further forward, there was a skull, staring at him with empty eyes.