Confessions of S

Mu Cha sat half-lying on his back, with his arms across the back of the chair and his head resting on the back of the chair. The pumpkin-colored cowhide lamp was stretched with white lace on one side, and it was pressed down low. Mu Cha was staring at the inner layer of the octagonal lamp A thin, frosting-like dusting.indeed.

"Fuck!", "You tease me!"——

"It's so fucking delicious, this one!"

In the face of such emotions coming from the opposite side from time to time, Mu Cha could only show this expression.

"So you grew up eating this kind of food? Tch, it's good to be rich." Don't you eat a bite? Lu Wen pulled No. 12 lava cakes in front of him——"Can you believe it?"This is actually called 'too soft'? "

The innocent look that can be satisfied only by the feeling of fullness makes people increase the curvature of the corners of the mouth.

He had bumped into this man on a street corner an hour earlier.

"Hey, treat me to dinner!"

"Ah? Me?" Mu Cha was stunned.

"Who else? Stay at your house after dinner! Thanks to you, I don't have a dime on me now...give me everything!"

No... Lu Mucha stared at Lu Wen, trying to figure out what he meant.I'm the one who did that to you...but he couldn't say it after all. "Isn't the card I left you rich?" Mu Cha said something else.

"what?"

"Ah, that..." The man gently scratched the tip of his nose with his index finger: "Throw it away, it's disgusting."

"..."

There are [-] in it.

"Have you figured it out, have dinner with me? Stay at my house?" Mu Cha lowered his eyes slightly: the back of the man's hand - the marks of nails; the man's cuffs - the bruises from the unhealed rope;

"Hmph." Lu Wen said.Mu Cha thought that he was going to pull down his cuffs or grab his collar again, but no, Lu Wen spat on the ground, raised his eyes, and looked at him as if he had no face or skin.

Can't help but laugh.

"So? What's for dinner?" he asked, but immediately regretted asking—because the answer was obvious:

"Curry and - Chocolate".

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"Lu Wen," Lu Mucha couldn't bear it any longer.He took the iced sharp-angled cake from the girl watching the store, and drew closer to Lu Wen from above the table:

"What I did to you is indeed not ordinary bad. Illegal detention and intentional injury are combined for several crimes. It is estimated that you can be sentenced to three to five years; but you have no evidence, so even if you want to—"

"Ah?" Lu Wen interrupted him, raising his eyebrows impatiently: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

Mu Cha was silent.

"...Is it okay?" He said when he raised his head again.

You are still sitting here, opposite me, just a few feet away, within reach, is it okay?

"Tsk." Lu Wen lazily chewed the cake.

Lu Wen rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand carelessly.

Lu Wen leaned back, put his legs on his knees, and changed the toothpick biting on the left to the right.

"'It's okay'?——" His voice was very small, but, how should I put it, it was full of masculine courage. "—You just give me a cow and a horse and pay it back for the rest of your life."

"what does that mean?"

"I want to be you."

ah?Mu Cha opened his eyes wide.

"I don't want to be a pervert! I want to be like you... this..."

"what."

"Ah!" He stomped his foot like an angry dog ​​and roared.

"I also want to be able to find a job like you, live in a big house, and not be seen as an idiot when I walk on the road!"

One.

two.

three.

...and involuntarily lowered his head and covered his mouth.

"Fuck...why are you laughing...why are you fucking laughing..." Lu Wen panicked.

"I'm not the elite you imagined."

Lu Wen raised his eyes. Mu Cha knew that he couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he lowered his head and found something from the Boston bag beside him.

"Ah?" Lu Wen stared at a blank piece of paper that the young man took out from the leather folder with a confused look on his face.

"Here's the letter, read it."

"Oh... rich (F)?"

"Hey..." He pushed the paper aside impatiently, "What do you want to say?"

F, Lu Wen doesn't know, that means fail; during his semester, Lu Mucha read books and wrote novels to abuse him, as if living in a daydream - he didn't pass any exams in the real world; Faced with an unbelievable boss and a family with high expectations, Lu Mucha is only full of lies and sweet words... Even so, he still cannot escape the gossip and ridicule behind his back; of course, the novel is still unappreciated. "Do you think I'm glamorous? In fact, I have lost both ideals and reality. I'm just an ordinary loser."

Lu Mucha, who never thought he could say such a thing, stared at the man's eyes with light-colored irises, and said so.

"Even so, do you want to be me?"

Lu Wen didn't speak for a moment.Lu Wen looked at Lu Mucha with his head slightly tilted... "Ha".He said.

"Hahahahahaha."

"Here we go again." Laughing until he rested his hands on his stomach and pressed his body against the table. "You have been talking around for a long time and forgot to say the truth... Shut up," he saw Lu Mucha opened his mouth to speak, and pushed him back: "Listen to me!"

"What you want to say is not what you just said..." Lu Wen frowned, and poked the center of his brow twice like someone with a bad memory, "Hey, what did you just say? Forgot. Anyway——"

"You—it's just loneliness. 'Don't leave me, I'm poor and pathetic, I'm looking for the meaning of living every day, I can't do without you, so please continue to be with me'."

"—Is that what you want to say?"

"..."

Lu Wen spoke frivolously, and thought he would be ridiculed coldly, or very coldly, but...

"Hello," he snapped his fingers between the young man's eyes, "—hello!"

But Lu Mucha just sat there blankly.He didn't speak, showed no expression, as if he had figured everything out, but couldn't figure it out... stared blankly into the eyes of the person opposite.

That pair of tasteless, uncultivated, unscrupulous rascals—golden eyes that are ignorant to shameless.

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"Before 'before I became you, room and board were free'. Hmm..." Lu Mucha lowered his head, as if thinking deeply. "That is to say—you want me to support you?"

"You...fuck!"

Lu Wen kicked the table leg, salt, pepper, and cheese powder all shook dangerously in Mu Cha's eyes. "You--! You..." He stuttered suddenly, and the person opposite hit him with a bat, tied him with a rope, burned him with a soldering iron, frozen him with liquid nitrogen, and stuck a knife into his stomach. Hugged him, fed him, played the violin to him... However, he didn't know his name yet.

"Hush..." Mu Cha smiled slightly, "From now on, it is forbidden to say 'fuck', 'you', 'fuck', 'your uncle'... Don't you want to be mine? "

"..."

He knew where he was stuck, but he just didn't reach out to help right away.Lowering his head, closing his eyes and then raising his head, the young man showed a childlike smile like a prince in the sun—"Just call me master."

"Mom...s...?"

Mu Cha covered Lu Wen's mouth.

It's really called, it really is an idiot.

"You should call me Lu Mucha."

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This is where our story begins.

Yes, you guessed it wrong, this is not a story about how I was perverted / how I tortured scum to death, but a story about how we became friends and changed each other.

The author has something to say: Although it is estimated that only less than ten people can see it, I still sincerely wish everyone a happy new year.In the past year, I occasionally saw a comment, and a warm feeling surged in my heart.I told myself at the time that I write novels for moments like these.

PS It’s so risky, I almost forgot to add the last sentence