It's really hard to be a scumbag

[…] The system looked at Jiang Jiang silently [What are you buying? 】

Jiang Jiang poked his finger at the things in the mall, and bought a lot of things from balls for fun to lubricants. When he heard the sound of the system, he said without raising his head [buy medicine.Since the incident with Suskel last time, I have been summarizing and thinking for a long time, and I have come to a conclusion]

[That is, never overestimate yourself] Jiang Jiang's face is heavy [The so-called three major illusions in life, the phone vibrates, someone calls me, and I can fight back]

The system couldn't help laughing out 【Summary is very good】

[Of course, every time I was pushed down by Suskel, I kept thinking over and over again what I did wrong at the beginning] Jiang Jiang bought another imitation indescribable product [After understanding it later, I plan to do more this time. Prepare some things, and when the time comes, first crack the balls when you enter the door, and then take out the strawberry lubricant. In case I can only do it three times a night, then I will arrange the indescribable supplies.Such a meticulous process, I don't believe it can't overthrow the protagonist's acceptance. 】

The system was silent for a long while.

It took him a long time before he hesitated to speak 【You... take it easy】

【Relax】Jiang Jiang closed the mall and vowed 【I have a sense of proportion】

Jiang Jiang's sense of propriety was that he couldn't hold on three times a night, so he ate two more than the amount of meatballs an adult would eat.

Much like Mai Lisu's pills, Jiang Jiang stood at the door of McMillan and felt it.

Always pay attention to his system opening [Is there any discomfort?If it's too strong, forget it this time? 】

[It's okay] Jiang Jiang blinked [I can control this prehistoric power]

His cheeks blushed unknowingly, as if he still didn't know it.

【I went in】Jiang Jiang cheered himself up for a while, then poked the system again, warning 【No peeking at adults' nightlife】

The system was poked and shook like a tumbler. When the little egg calmed down, Jiang Jiang had already entered Macmillan's room.

After entering, Jiang Jiang took the lead in checking the time.

07: 30.

Perfect, in time.

Jiang Jiang looked up into the room and saw McMillan coming out of the bathroom.

The other party had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, barely covering the bottom.

Because he had just taken a shower, there were still drops of water rolling on McMillan's cheeks. As he spoke, the drops slid all the way to his Adam's apple, and then rolled down from his Adam's apple.

"You're here." McMillan said in embarrassment, "I just came back from fencing practice. I saw that it was still early, so I took a shower first. I didn't take the initiative to meet you. Please forgive me."

He didn't expect His Royal Highness the Son to come so early, and he happened to see his disheveled appearance, so he couldn't help but feel very ashamed.

And... I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that the beautiful eyes of His Royal Highness the Son seem to be fixed on him all the time.

This feeling of staring made him a little uncomfortable, and he felt that his body was going to be agitated.

Thinking of this, Macmillan felt a little nervous.

Because there was only a thin piece of cloth wrapped around his waist, if he really got agitated, he might be discovered by the pure and holy Holy Son in front of him in minutes.

At that time, the Holy Son will definitely feel that he has been defiled, and then hate him!

Thinking of this, McMillan felt as if cold water had been poured on him, and he calmed down.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his restless heart, raised his head and said, "His Royal Highness, I—"

He didn't say anything, because the Holy Son in front of him suddenly walked up to him, and then hugged him with his arms.

Caught off guard, McMillan froze and completely forgot what he wanted to say.

His brain was in chaos, his thoughts were messy and mixed, and he couldn't think of anything other than 'The Holy Son's body is so soft and hot' and 'The Holy Son's cheeks and ears are so red, I want to squeeze it'.

He was dumbfounded.

Jiang Jiang didn't.

The scorching heat that was manageable at the beginning exploded the moment he saw Mr. Knight.

His rationality was completely dominated by the impulse to yell 'Rihita', so he stepped forward and hugged the man tightly without even thinking about it.

Unable to hold back the impulse, Jiang Jiang's eyes glistened with spring water, and he raised his head in a dazed and ignorant way, thinking of kissing the lips of the person in front of him.

However, the man whose body was as stiff as a stone sculpture did not move at all, and he did not intend to lower his head to take care of him at all.

Jiang Jiang clung to him, his chaotic brain had trouble turning, subconsciously grievanced and muttered two incomprehensible words, and then reluctantly kissed the Adam's apple that was in front of him.

He touched his Adam's apple like a kitten, the words from his lips were soft and waxy, and his hot body absorbed the comfortable coolness from McMillan's body.

McMillan, who was still able to restrain himself, couldn't hold back the excitement of this meeting.

He is now able to stand upright and not turn back, which is already the result of his willpower screaming desperately.

"...His Royal Highness Son." McMillan had just finished taking a shower, but the sweat on his head didn't decrease but increased. He said patiently: "You, do you know what you are doing?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, provocative for no reason//sensitivity, Jiang Jiang followed the voice and approached, and after listening to it, the whole person laughed.

"I know." His voice was drawn out, as if coquettishly mixed with sweetness: "I'm giving you the Holy Light, don't you want it?"

McMillan's dark pupils darkened.

He rolled his Adam's apple, only feeling that his sanity was crumbling.

And the culprit was still pestering him for questioning, desperately wanting to hear his answer.

Probably because he hadn't moved for a long time, the boy in his arms puffed up his cheeks, and then, as if complaining and punishing, he suddenly bit his Adam's apple.

A very slight sting—but Macmillan's struggling rationality was instantly disconnected.

His mind was empty, and his instincts overwhelmed his restraint.

After the crisp pendulum swayed with a deep sound, and pulled McMillan back from the extreme joy, what he saw was the noble Son whimpering for mercy beneath him.

McMillan froze.

He was stunned at the same place, and he never thought that it was the Holy Son who came to give him the gift, and how he turned into the holy light that he fed the Holy Son.

And...he bullied the Son so much.

After McMillan glanced at the red marks on the white snow, he didn't dare to rest his eyes on the person below him. He turned his head with difficulty, and when he was about to take out the thing that offended the Son, suddenly Hear a loud bang.

The door was kicked open.

McMillan reacted immediately. He subconsciously pulled the quilt over the Son, ignoring the young man's dissatisfied words, and covered the seductive young man tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the bath towel that had just been thrown aside casually.

When the visitor walked around the screen aggressively, McMillan had already drawn out his long sword and stood in front of the bed, blocking the boy behind him.

He looked at the person who came and said coldly: "Duke Arnold, breaking into other people's room without authorization, is this the training of your demons?"

Suskel glanced at the scattered mage robes beside the bed to the mark on McMillan's upper body, and finally said with a gloomy expression, "Cultivation? Oh, the cultivation of our demons is to kill all the enemies."

His eyes were filled with anger, his light purple pupils were bottomless, and a ray of black flame suddenly ignited from his fingertips.

Looking at Suskel who was about to start a fight, McMillan clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes were firm and he never retreated a step.

The atmosphere was tense like a storm was coming.

At the very moment, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind McMillan, and then hugged his waist.

The boy was undressed, rubbing his hot cheeks against McMillan's back, and then said very aggrieved: "I still want..."

McMillan froze all over.

The same is true of the person opposite him, but relatively speaking, Suskel, who is a spectator, is more jealous.

Concerned about the safety of the young man, Suskel put away the black fire with a cold face, and then took two steps forward to take Jiang Jiang away.

Of course McMillan wouldn't let him get what he wanted, and he threw his sword at each other without even thinking about it.

Suskel had disdain in his eyes. After the magic shield rose, he completely ignored McMillan, and instead grabbed the boy's hand, trying to take him away.

However, he tugged twice, only to find that the boy was holding McMillan persistently and would not let go.

Suskel's face was ugly: "You are forcing me to kill him in person."

If he was the former, he would have torn the knight apart as soon as he came in, why would he endure it because he was worried about the fear of the young man?

But now seeing the young man clinging to each other so intimately, Suskel's suppressed killing intent came back again.

But in the next moment, Suskel's eyes were filled with anger, and his brows were frowned.

Not only because he was concerned about the boy's safety and worried that Black Flame would hurt him, but also because...he noticed something was wrong with the boy.

"Jiang Jiang?" Suskel pinched the boy's jaw, and forcefully turned the boy's face to his side.

When he took a closer look, he saw that the young man's white and tender cheeks were hot and hot, his icy blue eyes contained spring water like melting ice and snow, and his bright red lips were slightly swollen. It was not difficult to see that he had just been loved by others.

Suskel was no stranger to the boy's appearance. He suppressed the overwhelming jealousy in his heart, took a closer look at the boy's out-of-focus pupils, and finally became furious and punched MacMillan in the face.

"How dare you drug him!" Suskel punched him and continued to fight.

As a magician, his most powerful is magic, and his own attack power is not high.

If McMillan hadn't been caught off guard just now, he wouldn't have been punched in the face at all. After he reacted, he immediately blocked Suskel's attack.

At the same time, after listening to Suskel's words, he said with a cold expression: "A knight who believes in light will not take medicine unless he degenerates into a filthy night creature like you."

Suskel sneered: "In my absence, you are the closest to him. If it wasn't the medicine you gave, did he take it on his own initiative?!"

"You are not allowed to insult Your Highness!" McMillan said without hesitation: "His Royal Highness serves the gods wholeheartedly, and his body and mind will always remain noble and pure. If he took medicine, it must be a dirty devil like you Your Highness!"

Suskel was so angry that he cursed, annoyed and irritable: "If I drug you, I will go out to give you a chance to be in power? I see clearly that you, the knight who claims to be bright, is showing signs of a dark fall!"

McMillan immediately retorted.

Because Jiang Jiang clung to McMillan, the two were worried that he would not be able to kill him, so they could only fight each other without pain.

During the period, Suskel kept trying to pull Jiang Jiang away, but Jiang Jiang ignored him at all.

Because he vaguely remembered that he was going to bestow Holy Light on Macmillan!

This will see the "Holy Light" accumulate more and more in his body, so much that he can't bear it anymore, and desperately hopes to be comforted by someone, but his target Macmillan does not take care of him, but is still with others fight.

Jiang Jiang wanted to obediently wait for them to finish the fight, but it didn't end there, and he couldn't help but said: "Macmillan...Macmillan."

He called the target's name aggrievedly, and there was a cry in his voice: "I'm so uncomfortable...Macmillan, I still want..."

His sudden words interrupted the two people who were fighting. Suskel reached out first, touched the young man's cheek, and then frowned and said, "Jiang Jiang can't bear it anymore, let him go quickly, let him go!" I'll stop the medicine for him!"

McMillan said coldly: "He called my name, don't you understand?"

Of course Suskel understood.

But he will not hand over his treasure to others!

Even if what Jiang Jiang wanted was Macmillan, so what, as a high-ranking demon, it was easier to crush a knight than to crush an ant.

The momentum on Suskel's body surged, and he said gloomyly: "I'll give you one last chance, Li—"

His words froze.

Because McMillan, whom he was going to target, hadn't flinched yet, but the person behind McMillan trembled, as if affected by his killing intent.

For the sake of the young man, the magician who relied on magic could only withdraw his hand aggrieved.

McMillan, who was tightly clutching the hilt of his sword, heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't beat the devil duke. If the Holy Son hadn't been pestering him, and the Duke was jealous of the Holy Son, he might have been killed on the spot.

Therefore, although he stated that he knew that the Son was looking for him, he did not explicitly order the devil to leave.

Because he is too weak.

So weak that he can't even protect his sweetheart.

McMillan has never been so eager to be strong, and only being strong can make him qualified to protect, not like now - the shameful choice to take a step back.

McMillan closed his eyes.

When weak people meet delicious cakes, they are destined to be unable to guard them.

Either be killed and take the cake, or share it with others.

He should have been the first type, but he has survived to this day because of being favored by Jiang Jiang.If McMillan still wants to remove the effect of the medicine on Jiang Jiang and continue to protect him, then his only choice... is the second one.

McMillan opened his eyes in silence. His once pure black pupils were now deep and dim, as if a seed buried in the soil had been planted.

He put down the sword in his hand, then ignored the squinting Demon Duke blankly, and stretched out his hand to pull away the boy's arm around his waist.

The boy opened his eyes bewilderedly, and the water drops on his eyelashes trembled. He said aggrievedly, "Macmillan..."

"Yeah." McMillan responded softly, "I'm here."

As if he didn't see the other person in the room, he turned and kissed the boy.

The sight of the two turning a blind eye stung Suskel, his face was sullen, and his eyes were cold.

Gaiyin instantly understood what the other party meant from McMillan's behavior—that is, the other party would not let go.

Therefore, there are only two choices left for him now.

One is to leave now.

Leaving here to let the confused Jiang Jiang be touched wantonly by this knight?

Suskel couldn't do it. Standing here now, he wanted to tear up the place where McMillan touched Jiang Jiang, and then treasured all the young people, so that no one else could look at him or touch him.

——so how could he leave!

If he doesn't leave, he has only one other choice, and that is... sharing.

As a high-ranking duke, Suskel never shared it with anyone.

Because sharing to him is a contempt and a challenge to his strength!

He has always been extremely proud, or he will get a complete one that is only kept privately by him, and no one else can even touch it.Or just give up all of it, and burn it up like that sea of ​​flowers, leaving nothing behind.

Suskel has always been that way, and he has never been an exception.

But at this moment, he stood on the spot with a sullen face, watching the boy show the expression he had seen before in other people's arms, but he couldn't turn around and leave.

Because the other party is the one he will do everything by any means, even if he is not willing to share with others... the one he wants to get!

Think about it here.

Suskel lowered his eyes, and the uncertainty on his face began to slowly subside.

The next moment, he raised his foot and walked towards the boy.