[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Recently, more than 1800 found a part-time job as a hotel waiter, so that they came home late at night.

There is a shortcut from the hotel to Yamada's house, but it is very remote, and the street lights in the quiet alley are in disrepair.Every time I walk this road 1800, I look forward to encountering robbers, and then looting the robbers (...).

When the dilapidated bicycle quietly rolled over the cracked concrete road, 1800, which caught the sound of fighting in the dark alley, supported the bicycle with its feet very keenly.Move your finger joints, 1800 is a little excited, maybe someone is really robbing, right?But even if it's not a robber, it doesn't matter, maybe it's a beautiful girl who is hard to remember, and then staged a bloody plot like a promise with her body...

The street lights with bad electric shocks were flickering, 1800 casually leaned on his bicycle and walked towards the deep alley.A few tough foreigners were strangling a slender man. The man's neck was strangled back by his thick arms, and he was forced to look up...

"Lord gold?!"

1800 was a little surprised, and Mimura Takumi couldn't look at him because his head was restrained.The man's handsome face under the well-parted bangs was a little embarrassed, but he unexpectedly used martial arts skills to throw the man behind him staggering.

"FUCK!" The foreigner cursed, another accomplice went up with a stick and knocked Mimura Toya on the back of the head, Mimura Toya also staggered and fell. 1800 was about to pick up the trash can and throw it at it, but one of the foreigners turned to this side with a gun in his hand, and said in jerky Japanese, "BOY, raise your hands, come here."

1800 obediently let go, the trash can hit the ground, rolled forward empty rumbling, and then was stepped on by a foreigner. 1800 raised his hand and walked step by step towards the foreigner with a gun. When he got close, he could hear Mimura Toya's painful breathing.

"Good, turn left and back to the wall."

1800 is still going straight ahead, the foreigner thought he could not understand, translated into Japanese: "Turn left..."

As soon as his neck indicated a left turn, 1800 quickly picked up a discarded steel chair and smashed it at the most vulnerable head of the opponent.The terrible sound of muscles and bones colliding makes one's scalp tingle.However, without waiting for his opponent to recover, 1800 swung back and smashed the chair leg into the mouth of the irritable "fuckfuck" foreigner.Almost as soon as it was thrown away by 1800, the chair made of stainless steel and plywood fell apart, while 1800 kicked the big man opposite him in the stomach without delay, and then grabbed the opponent's body when he was rushing backwards. Head, stuffed into the trash can.Then I saw a man with a closed iron bucket on his head pulling out his head and screaming...

But before 1800 turned around and attacked the last person, the other party attacked with a baton.Although 1800 dodged to avoid the vitals, his entire back was hit hard and electric. 1800 was almost paralyzed by the electric shock, and 1800, who was half paralyzed against the wall, gasped for pain.However, rather than being a sleepy beast, 1800 looks more like a raging beast—the tyranny shown on Taro Yamada's handsome face is shocking, and even Mimura couldn't have imagined that this slender face could Make that look.There is not much facial movement, but the eyes that are wide open with anger are shining violently, which makes people unable to help but think of the scene of a strong lion tearing flesh.

At the moment when the opponent was startled and hesitated, 1800 had already pounced on it, this time without using any tools, simply hitting it with his fists.Until there was a muddy sound from the opponent's muscles.

Mimurato is also considered a master of Western swordsmanship, and he already has a black belt in karate, but compared with the scene in front of him, the thrilling fights in the past seem to be flamboyant.Blood spattered from the foreigner's mouth, and it seemed that even the wailing was being beaten continuously.Primitive power, savage violence, cruel eyes of a hunter... all made Toya Mimura's fingers tremble slightly.

"Hey... are you okay?" However, when his eyes touched his companion, the frenzy disappeared instantly, and he was completely different from the murderous young man just a second ago.Mimurato also felt that the trembling of his fingers was slowly returning to calm. He reached out and touched the back of his head, wiping off the stickiness of his hands.

"It's fine," he said.

1800 watched Mimura To also stagger and hold on to the wall, and simply went up to put the opponent's arm on his shoulder.

"No need." Mimura Toto also struggled.

"Don't move," 1800 pulled Mimura Toya's arm, and strengthened the hand on his chest by the way, "My back hurts."

"..." Mimura didn't move either.

"Do you have a mobile phone?" After walking for a long while, Mimura asked.

"No."

"Is there a phone booth nearby?"

1800 stopped suddenly and stared in the direction of Mimura Toya.

"...What's the matter?" Mimura Toto was also taken aback.

"It's nothing." The digital master turned his face arrogantly, I didn't see what the friendship of 698/1000 was worth.

telephone booth.

Mimura Toya covered his head with a handkerchief while talking on the phone.After he finished the phone call, the cotton and white handkerchief was dyed black and red.The two stood by the phone booth, and the night was cold and cold.

"Later, wait for my people to come, let him look at (injury) for you." Mimura also lit a cigarette, even if he smokes, Mimura is also a serious and pure aristocrat, let cigarettes and depravity Nothing to do, but pure embellishment. 1800 was noncommittal about Mimura Toya's words. Regarding his physical condition, 1800, who has many years of mafia experience, is still clear, but his back is so hot and painful that it makes people irritable.

"Borrow a cigarette."

1800 casually smoked the cigarette between Toya Mimura's fingers, held it at the corner of his mouth, and took a deep puff, trying to suppress the pain with nicotine.The decadent smoke obscured his face for a while. 1800 looked up and saw Mimura Toya still holding the cigarette, looking at him in a daze.

"how?"

"It's nothing." Mimura Toto also turned his face away, and the affection bacteria on his head silently increased by more than 100 points.

"..."

Mimura Toya's people rushed over quickly, and the bodyguard-like man seemed to take into account 1800's presence, so he leaned close to Mimura Toya's ear and covered his words with his hands. 1800 didn't care much about these nonsense, he only knew that he was sleepy, so he waved away Mimura Toya's personal doctor and left on his bicycle.

Only then did Mimura Tuo realize that Yamada Taro waited with him just to ensure his safety.

"Master, what's the matter?" The bodyguard was puzzled because his master was staring at the back of the unknown boy, and asked, "Is there something wrong with that child?"

"No, nothing..."

The bodyguard wouldn't see that the affection bacteria on his young master's head silently increased by dozens of points ←3←.

【The Distress of the Local Tyrant】

"Baby, your body is so beautiful." The boy with golden orange short hair showed a yuppie smile.

"Raise your legs up and put them on the railing...it's really...extremely sexy." Mimura Toto also felt his body tremble, his lower body was cool with the wind and hot with shame.

"Yes, touch yourself like this." The boy's drooping face was as bright as a moon god, but the mellow bass in his throat was the devil's lure.

Can't control my hands...

Can't even control my body...

Just like that, she exposed her lower body and played with herself in front of that man.Mimurato also felt agitated, resisted, even hopeless... yet strangely - and he didn't realize it himself - he didn't feel angry.

The handsome man let out a harmless sneer, and then wriggled his fingers to unbutton his white shirt, revealing his lean and slender chest.Then, the white and slender fingers continued downward...

"Baby, look..." The man suddenly moved closer, his breathing almost intertwined with Mimura Toya's, "Here, it's weird because of you."

Mimura Toya felt the oppression of a certain part of the man on the back of his hand, the hot hardness made Mimura Toya tremble, and then woke up from the dream.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, Mimurato couldn't remember how many times he woke up at a similar time because of similar dreams, and his underwear was once again pulled back to the heels of his legs in his sleep.Mimura also opened the locked (mobile phone) photo album. The photos in the album were very ordinary, except that Mimura was also wearing a windbreaker and shirt with a gloomy face.However, only Mimurato knew what the lower body of the person in the photo looked like.Mimura also couldn't help recalling that afternoon on the rooftop, recalling the moment when Yamada Taro's eyes fell on him...

"..."

The place where the flags died down began to become sticky again, Mimura also covered his face in disbelief: "No...impossible...how could..."

The fragments in my mind became chaotic, and the memory of Taro Yamada's smile, the cigarettes he exhaled and the faint smell of sweat on his body were mixed together. In the touch of Taro Yamada in fantasy, Mimura Toto also reached the extreme.

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The diaosi digital gentleman smashed the expensive XX of the local tycoon:

1800: "How much?"

Tyrant Gold: "XX million yen."

1800: "(Can't afford to pay)...can I pay myself to you?"

Tyrant Jin: "Yeah."

1800: "...I'm joking, don't take it seriously, local tyrant... ah local tyrant... um... um... ah..."

The digital master was dismantled by Tuhaojin~~~~~

How is it possible →3→.