You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

Saturday closed his eyes and his chest heaved.

His body was covered with bright rose-colored welts, and his whole body was drenched as if he had been fished out of the water. Sweat flowed from his forehead, across the edge of his face, and fell into his neck.

From the beginning to the end, he knew that he couldn't resist Sius, so he simply closed his eyes, curled up his body as much as possible, and resisted the whip.

As an ordinary citizen in a modern society, Saturday never knew how to face the punishment. The tense muscles not only failed to relieve the pain caused by the whip, but made it even more unbearable. It is obviously not a good idea to face head-on. On Saturday, however, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

The whip finally stopped.

There was silence in the bedroom, only the sound of breathing was clearly discernible - and that wasn't all from Saturday's enduring pain.

Sius let go of the gold chain in his hand. He didn't know what he had done too much in his ecstasy, but he only knew that most of the anger in his heart had been relieved.

It is the tyrant's prerogative and habit to act willfully, so he never thinks there is anything wrong with it.

However, when he stopped the whip in his hand and looked at his little slave again, the person on the bed had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, with sweaty black hair sticking to the corners of his delicately curved eyebrows, and half-closed amber eyes. There were tears in the eyes, the slightly raised eyelashes covered the light in the eyes like a translucent veil, and the lips that were tightly pressed because of the pain were white.

With a thought in his heart, Sius tightened the thin gold chain again, and dragged the little slave to him bit by bit.

The slender white wrists that were tightly handcuffed to the head of the bed were stretched due to the pulling, and the whole arm was exposed. The pink elbows were bent forward, and the chest that was usually invisible was completely exposed. The white and delicate skin It made Sius' breathing a little more short.

He thought of another way of revenge.

Since you can't kill Saturday, then ravage him.

When the heavy body pressed up, Saturday really realized that the tyrant has no lower limit to speak of.

On Saturday, he began to twist and struggle desperately. His hands could not be used, so he could only lift his feet to kick. He kicked Sieus' legs once or twice, but it didn't matter to the latter. Sius' hot palm fell on Saturday's waist, stroking his white and swollen ribs, the most perfect line supported by bones and muscles, Sius lowered his head, kissing the blessing of the creator.

"Theus, you're crazy!" On Saturday, the hairs all over his body exploded, and the sensitivity that had finally healed recurred again, and every touch from Theus made him want to die.

Sieus held the ugly waist below him, raised his head, his pale and handsome face was the same as Chen Ke's, but there was deep malice hidden in his black pupils: "If you want to resent, then resent Chen Ke, he put you If you bring me by your side and tempt me, you should have the awareness to bear the consequences."

Saturday was stunned: "No, why... would you have such an idea? It wasn't Chen Ke who asked me to come here..."

"Hmph, you just want to get away now, and you can say anything." Sius didn't believe it at all. From the moment the swelling on Saturday's face disappeared, he lost all his sanity and could not restrain himself. Directly rushing into this alluring body is already his limit.

"...Obviously you brought me in, Chen Ke will never put me in danger." The disgust in Saturday's eyes made Sius feel a slight pain in his heart.

"Really?" Sius lowered his head again, kissing the welt on Saturday's abdomen, "but what is he doing now? Isn't he watching you being fucked by me."

Saturday froze: "Can he...see?"

This was the last thing he wanted to see, and it was worse than death.

Sieus' eyes darkened. He didn't actually call out Chen Ke, and he didn't know why, as if this disturbed his intimacy with Saturday. He likes Saturday, so what does this matter have to do with Chen Ke? relation--

No, no, he kissed Saturday, obviously to torture Chen Ke and take revenge on Chen Ke.

Two contradictory wills were constantly entangled in Sius's mind, making his head swollen and painful, and he had to press his temples to feel a little more comfortable.

He raised his head, with violent eyes, staring at Saturday closely: "Of course I can see it, haha, he is begging me, do you know, he is begging me, he is so invincible, but he also asks me Time, hahahahaha!"

Sius was immersed in his fantasy, the laughter came from the heart, but unfortunately, what he said was all fabricated, he really hoped that one day, the high-ranking protagonist could lie on the ground humbly, begging him to let him go a horse.

Before the laughter fell, Saturday stared blankly at Sieus, and suddenly tears fell from his eyes, and he whispered, "Don't look at me."

It was obviously just a weak tear, but Sius felt that something pierced into his pupil, and even his heart hurt.

It was that kind of electric shock reaction again, which made him unable to continue to do evil, and he couldn't do it even though the way of revenge was right in front of him.

Could it be that "that person" has his consciousness closed, and he can still sense what's happening in the outside world?Could it be that "that person" controls the body in the real world, but in the illusory world exclusive to Sius, can he still fight for the control of the body?

And, to make matters worse, Sius felt that his non-existent conscience suddenly started beating, and it was full of presence, which made him very disgusted with his current behavior.

Damn!

The young man who had never begged for mercy opened his lips that were bloodshot due to emotional agitation, and begged in a low voice: "Seus, can you... let go of my hand, please, let me cover my eyes Well, this way, this way at least... you can pretend that nothing happened."

Sius clenched the bed sheet tightly, his heart was shaking, and the little bug named weakness got into his heart again, and he didn't even dare to look at those amber eyes full of tears.

"I'm... so ugly now..." Saturday blinked, his eyelashes trembled, and tears fell, sliding down his delicate cheeks, leaving a thin trail of water, "My body...is all... ...the ugly red seal..."

Sius's fingers froze, and he didn't have time to think about the weirdness, such as why he covered his eyes on Saturday but couldn't just close them. He only knew that there was a voice in his mind retorting loudly.

He blurted out: "Your body is beautiful, not ugly at all."

After saying this, he sat up on his knees, broke the gold chain, untied Saturday's wrist from the head of the bed, and loosened the binding again and again.

When he saw the bloodstain on Saturday's wrist, his heart tightened, he bent down, held the slightly cold hand in his palm, and kissed the scar on his wrist with his lips and tongue.

At the same time, he didn't realize that Saturday's other hand was on his neck.

Gaius, who was kneeling tremblingly outside the door, waited for a while, and heard an ambiguous voice inside. The little queen first yelled "Ah", then blocked her mouth, and only heard the sound of the whip on the flesh , Gaius shook his head, he finally understood, he did not guess what His Majesty was thinking wrong, and it was because he was too smart that His Majesty was furious.

He stood up and backed away quietly.

For a person like him who is used to the lewd life of the nobles, he knows all the stinking problems of the superiors. Those people never know how to cherish it, and it doesn't matter how serious they are. Because the stupid subordinates misunderstood the meaning and turned the fun into a tragedy, the nobles would probably be sad or angry for a while, but those poor slaves would no longer be alive, when they kept their cold corpses for a long time , no matter how much the nobles like them, they will fade away and be forgotten because of the passage of time, until they become the topic of chatting in the Roman baths after taking a bath.

Theus was immersed in a feeling of pampering for Saturday.

Therefore, when the shadows appeared in front of his eyes, he just thought he was too excited.

Then, his head pounded heavily on Saturday's stomach, and his breathing became as long as it had been in sleep.

Saturday raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face. He tried to sit up, but found that his whole body was weak and he had no strength at all.

"Hmm... what's going on here?" The head resting on his stomach lifted up, his brows were wrinkled, and his eyes were still hazy.

Saturday breathed a sigh of relief, his tone still trembling slightly: "We should find a way to go back..."

"...What happened just now?" Chen Ke rubbed his neck.

"Theus he—" Saturday broke off suddenly.

"Chen Ke" raised a pair of eyes that were as black as ink, but there was no tenderness in them, only something as cold as a cold night.

"What's wrong with Sius?" "Chen Ke" smiled, but there was no smile on his face. His smile was uglier than crying, and his cold and bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Saturday.

The real Chen Ke didn't wake up. After a brief coma, Sieus woke up and heard the words on Saturday, "We should find a way to go back." Who are we?Of course it's Saturday and Chen Ke, go back, where to go?Of course the real world.

All the wavering and pity became a slap in the face, resoundingly slapped on Sius's self-consciously affectionate face.

Gaius was whipped again, and the emperor ordered him directly in a rage: "Lock this man up for me, I have stripped him of his status as queen, now, he is just a lowly slave, I don't care How do you deal with it, after three days, I want to see him truly realize his mistake."

After the emperor left, Gaius saw Hyacinthus, whose skin was bleeding from his lips. His body was covered with welts and traces of abuse, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

However, when Gaius undid his shackles, he suddenly turned over and sat up, kicked Gaius down, and fled out staggeringly.

Gaius couldn't help but sigh in his heart, His Majesty the Emperor gave him another problem.

This "bad slave" not only has the strength to escape, but also moves quite nimbly. His two legs run like Mercury with wings on his shoes, without any substantial damage at all.

That is to say, the Emperor still couldn't bear to force him to be so irritated, who else could get such great love from His Majesty?I'm afraid it's gone.

But now, punishing the beloved of His Majesty the Emperor, and making this fearless little slave realize his mistakes—this is too high a view of Gaius!It is really difficult for him to take on this important task!

"Catch him," Gaius ordered.

After a while of messy footsteps, figures surrounded Saturday.

On Saturday, he was stopped by four thick arms. They held him like a prisoner. His injured wrist was twisted behind him and tightly locked with an arm-thick iron chain.