Social animals don't deserve love

Time passed quickly, and it didn't take long for the girl who stayed indoors in the treatment room to qualify for a doctor's coat.

It would be great if all medical students could mass-produce like this. Mori Ogai, who got his wish and left most of the meaningless labor, sighed sincerely with his job bowl in hand.

——It’s great to have a daughter.

Someone takes over the work that you don’t want to do, someone takes care of the three meals, someone washes the clothes, someone brushes the shoes... From the scalpel down to the tie clips, everything is cleaned up and neatly arranged according to the size and color. Obsessive-compulsive disorder can be eliminated. She healed.

The most important thing is that she still looks very pleasing to the eye.

Like a docile pet with precious fur but no compromise on utility.

Everything was perfect except for the wild rebellion that never appeared again.

Well... things are difficult, that's about it.

Yada Fuyuki, who has passed the age of 15 and is about to turn [-], is only less than three centimeters taller than last year. Her figure does not have any ups and downs that a girl should have. Salivating sight.

Men still hope that the obscene object is more in line with the universal aesthetics. Except for a very small number of scumbags with special hobbies, most people will feel some physiological discomfort like this dry and youthful appearance.

Commonly known as not letting go.

"Chuuxue, the leader wants to see you, do you know how to speak?" The young man brushed her smooth long hair, lifted the girl's chin and looked around for a while.This piece of rough jade is slowly being polished to a gentle line, so it would be a pity to lose it now.

He took out the surgical scissors and cut off her long hair strand by strand, Yada Fubuki responded unconsciously: "I know, Uncle Mori."

"Good girl." He deliberately cut her hair to look long and short, and kissed the top of the girl's head lightly: "Uncle Sen loves you, and doesn't like you being hurt by other men."

"I love you too, Uncle Sen." She was like a delicate doll, whose hair was torn off by a naughty child and painted black on her cheeks, just to prevent the doll from being snatched away by others.

Not long after, she meets the tyrant who rules the Dark Empire.

Kneeling meekly on the marble floor, the old man who had been drying her for an hour looked him up and down, then lost interest in this little girl with no breasts and no butt: "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Killed."

Her voice was steady as usual, and the old man smiled and said, "When did you kill him?"

"When I joined PortMafia." The girl lowered her head, revealing her beautiful neckline.The leader took another look, raised his hand and threw down the gun in front of him: "Everyone in PortMafia must be completely loyal to this old man."

"Without exception."

He raised his chin and gestured to the left and right, and someone immediately stepped forward to set up Dr. Sen: "Show me. You don't need a guardian anymore, my child."

Without blinking, the girl got up and picked up the gun, pulled the safety catch, aimed at the doctor's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

No bullets.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Very good, I like obedient women."

The leader sat on his throne and waved his hand casually to let the doctor go: "Sen, you won't be angry, right? Don't worry, the old man won't let the private doctor get hurt."

"But this ruthless child doesn't care about your kindness to her at all, what should I do?"

He looked at the girl maliciously: "Little wolf cub, bite whoever you catch."

"Oh, girls will hate their father very much when they reach puberty. I understand, please give her a chance to defend?"

The young man smiled as brightly as a March flower, and the old man snorted coldly: "Then tell me."

She knelt again at the position she had been in at the beginning: "What the leader says is what he says."

"If there are bullets in the gun, wouldn't death be for nothing!" The old man angrily kicked over the coffee table in front of him, picked up a crystal ashtray and smashed it on her head: "How dare you plot evil?"

"Inherit Mr. Mori's will and continue to serve you, I can." She didn't dodge, let the ashtray hit her head, blood ran down her hair and ran across the doctor's coat, which was a size smaller.

The air fell into a terrible silence, and the bodyguards on both sides did not dare to make a fuss, only the slightly trembling Adam's apple showed how nervous they were at the moment.

"Chi...hehehe...hahahahahahahahaha!" The old man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Sen, you brought out a nice child, I like it very much."

Only then did he really re-examine her as an object: "How old are you?"

"..." This question was unavoidable, and the girl answered calmly: "I will be 16 soon."

"Sixteen... soon she will be a big girl. What's your name?"

She didn't say her last name: "Chuixue."

"Sakura Fubuki's Fubuki?"

"Yes."

The leader changed and leaned on one side, and said lazily: "All women in the organization must have a man. A woman without a man to watch over is not good, it can't do anything. Xiao Fuxue is the child that the old man likes, and the old man allows you to choose one." .”

He glanced at the guards around him meaningfully, and issued cruel orders from above.

The air fell into silence again, and the old man mockingly waited for her to cry and beg for mercy.

——Why are you not afraid?

To be honest, it's a question that even Mori Ogai hadn't thought about: Yada Fubuki still looks like a child.Forcing children to sell their bodies is too careless.

Before that, all her actions were carried out according to the orders he gave, and he was a little worried when he suddenly encountered such a terrible choice.

Crying and begging for mercy is the worst thing to do. She will be thrown to the intelligence department for "reform". That would be a waste of such a good qualification.The leader has always been a wasteful and willful person, and he has done similar things many times.

She raised her head, revealing her beautiful facial features, and her gaze circled among the men.The guards who were swept by her held their breaths—who wouldn't want to have such a clean and beautiful girl?

Even if she is just a child, wouldn't it be more satisfying to raise her for a few years!

The girl finally stopped her gaze at the old man's feet, knelt to him, lowered her body and looked up with a pitiful and lovely look: "Please take pity on me."

Mori Ogai breathed a sigh of relief: she made the optimal solution, not only to solve the dilemma, but also to prevent him from being abandoned. She is an increasingly important pawn.

wonderful.

The older one is, the less willing the careerist is to admit aging. In order to keep himself from showing his slump, in addition to vigorously repelling and attacking the young people around him, possessing young and beautiful women is also a means of declaration.

He couldn't be more satisfied with the girl's flattery.A beauty is still a beauty even at a young age. Among the young and strong men in the room, she chooses to commit herself to herself at a glance. The vanity of the old man is greatly satisfied: "Cunning little thing!"

Even if he no longer has the ability to do anything to her, the psychological satisfaction at this moment far exceeds the catharsis of physical desire.

"It's cheap for you, and I will follow this old man from now on. Be good, this old man won't let you suffer."

He laughed loudly and slapped the armrest carved into a beast head under the seat: "Take her down and hand her over to Otsuka for training. The old man's woman can't hold her hand. It would be boring if she was laughed at by the leaders of other organizations."

Soon someone came forward and bent down to lead her to the secret door hidden behind the seat. Yada Fubuki stood up and saluted the old man. After getting permission, he followed the visitor and left without looking back or at Mori Ogai.

"Women, regardless of their age, are good at judging facial expressions. The weak have to be like this if they want to survive, don't you think, Sen?"

He hypocritically "comforted" the doctor who had lost his adopted daughter, who lowered his eyebrows and dared not show any dissatisfaction: "You are right, chief."

He was finally satisfied, and soon remembered another thing: "Who, go and tell Otsuka to teach Fubuki some decent skills, and I will take her to the banquet of the Takase Club next month."

"If you can't learn it, you can throw it to the old bustard in the beverage store. It will always be the same if you sell your smile or your body."

The leader stroked his chin and pondered: "The little face is so handsome."

Everyone, including Dr. Sen, complimented his masculinity.

On the other side, Yada Fubuki followed others to the long-awaited torture team again.It was also on the negative floor, this time what she saw was no longer a dirty and smelly prison, but a sunken garden not far away.Girls in twos and threes wearing traditional kimonos with low necklines are pampered here like canaries for sale.

It's a pity that they are all street girls absorbed from the vicinity of the port, or they have vulgar behaviors that cannot be changed at all, or are too dusty, so they don't seem so "high-end".

Only a girl in red in the garden behaved gracefully and calmly, was praised by the instructor, and was allowed to sit under the red umbrella to learn some "noble" skills.

The person who led the way brought the girl to the middle-aged woman who was teaching the group of girls, and lowered her head to inform the leader of the requirements one by one.After hearing this, the woman said coldly: "Raise your head and reach out your hand."

She obeyed meekly, and was accepted after being carefully inspected: "He is a good seedling, much better than those who are useless. The leader's vision is less than one ten-thousandth of those of us below."

The lady said and pointed to the stool: "You don't need to change your name, go and sit next to Hongye."

Immediately afterwards, he asked her if she was a person with supernatural powers, and what would she know...

If the leader agrees to keep him by his side and play with him, the child must be harmless.

Sure enough, she silently shook her head.

The person who led the way bit his ear and added a few words in Otsuka's ear, and the other person raised his eyebrows: "It can't be seen that he still has teeth in his stomach."

This is not a compliment, and the other girls are looking at her more and more unkindly.

"Since the leader is going to lead her out next month, it is necessary to teach her carefully and earnestly."

She walked around the girl and looked up and down with the eyes of evaluating the goods: "It's not necessary to wear kimonos like everyone else, I think her dress is also very tasteful."

Before she finished speaking, she laughed tightly: "It looks like a rich lady."

The girl in red couldn't help but secretly cast a sympathetic look to the side, but the girl in white turned a deaf ear, as if someone else was being judged.