The Sims: Heartbroken

"It's really hard for you to understand." Wade's tone was a little fluttering, as if he was in high spirits, and even his eyes were a little loose. "Look at you, I'm sure normal people would never quarrel like this."

The ghost sat quietly on the sofa, ignoring the group of Deadpool in the carpet - flipping through the last two pages, he closed the book and sighed.

"...I shouldn't have used the magic I haven't learned on you." He checked first, and then floated to Wade's side, looking at him curled up like a boneless ball... "Do you still feel it?"

"Guess?" Wade reached out and touched his back, feeling like something had grown on it, "It's cold."

"This is the little magic of the frost giants, maybe it's a kind of enjoyment for them."

The ghost was originally just trying to stimulate Deadpool.

Extremely sharp pleasures can also serve as punishment.

...Since he can even bear the pain of suicide, what else can he not bear?

So I can only be ingenious.

"Touch me." Wade turned over and buried his face in the ghost's thigh - this time he didn't go through it, "It's cold and hot..."

As expected, the ghost lightly touched his back worriedly.

In fact, the coldness and burning sensation have gradually disappeared, and the only thing left is a melting, soft feeling.

And being contacted by a ghost is another thing.

A slight cold feeling pressed up gently, starting from the back of the neck and slowly going down.

Undoubtedly not as cold as magic - and with a cautious, careful, little touch... giving a feeling of being cherished.

"Is it better?"

"..."

"Where does it hurt?"

"..."

"...?"

"Don't be like this..." Deadpool muffled—without explaining what "this" was—"I think you're catching me."

The ghost paused, poked the ball curled up in his arms a little amusingly, "I'm catching you...and then? I think that's good."

"You're trying to make me leave you." Wade rubbed the ghost's waist, "This is a very bad behavior."

He condemned, not sounding very righteous - he may be a sensory animal, the kind that is easily addicted once he gets high - it actually sounded a little sticky, like a baby.

Even for the unscrupulous Deadpool, it's a little too shameless to lie in the arms of a man instead of a big-breasted beauty, sucking in warmth and talking sweetly...but whatever.

Specter doesn't want to choose to fight him coldly!Holding him in my arms for comfort now!Everything is good enough.

...It's not that the weird little magic is not cold enough, his spine still seems to be emitting a chill, but the side closer to the ghost...is very comfortable.

The Specter itself isn't warm, just comfortable.

Like falling into water.

He slowly relaxed in the arms of the ghost.

The ghost sounded like it had calmed down, and the slow and gentle voice carried a smile, "If you are willing to be caught by me..."

Of course that's great.

Ghosts are evoked by scents.

... This is really rare.

He got up in a daze - because he didn't sleep the day before, he overslept; then he was woken up by this subtle aroma.

...it's pancakes.

A stack of pancakes.

No exaggeration - they're almost touching the ceiling

"Oh dear, are you up?"

A pompous scream rang out.

Specter looked at Deadpool in a daze—wearing a red uniform, and wearing a maid outfit that was like a sex prop outside the uniform, and the front was fully exposed, and probably because the size did not match, the shoulders were a little bit open—— Suddenly rushed towards him.

"..."

The ghost entangled by the octopus floated upwards, obviously not used to the position with his hands and feet wrapped around his body - Deadpool's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and his legs were wrapped around his waist - Are you serious?so?

Then Deadpool's hood and Wraith's cheeks had a couple of intimate encounters... presumably cheek kisses?

"I made you breakfast!" His sharp voice was a little sweet, "Do you like sweet or salty? Have breakfast first or—"

He lowered his voice, "Eat me first?"

...Isn't this reception too luxurious?

The ghost blinked.

He lifted Deadpool by the waist, pulled the octopus off his body, and put it on the stool.

The moment he touched the stool, the guy who put on the uniform and lost his lower limit put his hands on his face for a moment, and winked at the ghost.

"……Wow."

The ghost floated to the top of the stack of pancakes, and took down two——looking closely, it seemed that they didn't look like pancakes, but more like fried dough?

Anyway, the size is not the kind that ghosts can fit all into the stomach.

But the taste is surprisingly good.

...Except for being stared at by that guy in a maid outfit over his uniform the whole time.

It's not that he hates women's clothing, but that this 1.8-meter man sits on a normal-sized chair with his legs curled up, shaking his feet like a child... The sense of disobedience breaks through the sky.

But it's cute.

It's very inconsistent, and the desire to make complaints soars... Maybe some people will find it hot, but——

The ghost thought it was cute.

He reflected for two seconds on whether there was something wrong with his aesthetics, and then looked at Wade, who was staring at him with the corner of his mouth upturned after chewing his breakfast... He touched his conscience, um, cute.

really cute.

"Do you like maid outfits very much? Keep staring." Finally regaining his normal voice, Wade tugged at the lace of the skirt amidst the ghost's indescribable expression, "Wow, surprise, you prudish."

The ghost sighed, floated behind Wade, carefully checked the part where the thread was opened, "...Did you sew this yourself?"

"The size is too small! I changed it myself!" Wade shook his shoulders, "But it's still very tight... Well, they really discriminate against big maids!"

...Normal women rarely grow to 1.8 meters.

"Want something that fits?"

The ghost gave up the idea of ​​mending his clothes, and studied the structure of the clothes for a few seconds, "It can be made in this house, and it takes less than an hour."

"Do you want to see me wear it so much?"

Deadpool let out a strange laugh, with an inexplicably obscene feeling... "It's not wrong to wear it for you to see—"

"You seem to like it quite a bit."

"..."

"Women's clothing, if you like it, I can give you some."

"..."

The ghost floated back to Deadpool in a daze.

He seems to be falling into this state of silence a lot lately.

The ghost thought about it and smiled.

"...did I catch you?"

"Not yet." Wade said vaguely, then slowly stretched out his hand, gave the ghost a hug - and wrapped his legs around it.

"...It's a beautiful idea."

The ghost entangled by the octopus again: "..."

Why is the door still open?

"...Do you want more clothes?"

"want!"

"Think beautifully."

"...You promised me!" Wade patted Ghost's back vigorously, "Don't think about going back on your word! Tell you, breaking the contract with a mercenary will cause trouble!"

"for example?"

Deadpool blinked, and rubbed his legs hard, "The gun went off?"

The author has something to say: the next one has been confirmed to be Charles, and it will be unexpectedly soon

Do you want to watch Ghost Raiders Charles or Be Raided?