after being forced to become a heartthrob

At the beginning of the sacrifice, this person was chosen, and Xisha just regarded him as a sacrifice, but when his body was robbed and he needed to rely on other people's body to live, Xisha's feelings for Wen Rao changed a little.At first, of course, he wanted to crush his neck, or cut off his legs, and press him on the altar to watch him bleed to death under the sun, but he was blocked again and again, and Xisha understood that as long as he still In this body, there is no way to do anything to him.

Roland has become his possession, the person who robbed his body, and now he is also known as his slave.

This face is so familiar, he used to be his own face, but now, because there is a new soul in it, it gives him a completely different feeling from before.

He can stand on another angle to appreciate the beauty of his former body, and he can use another way to torture the thief who occupied his body.No, it's more appropriate to say love.

Because the two were too close, Wen Rao could clearly see the infatuation in Xisha's eyes, somewhat similar to those nobles who coveted his beauty.

"This is your own body!" Wen Rao couldn't believe it, Xisha didn't even care about this.

In fact, Xisha really doesn't care.

The fingertips slid down from Wen Rao's silver hair hanging on his chest, and the hooked clothes were pulled down, revealing the excessively fair skin inside.

Probably because the wall was too cold, and the breath exhaled from Xisha's mouth was warm. When Xisha's cheeks were lowered close to his chest, the breath exhaled from his mouth was blowing warmly, which was gentle and forgiving. Sakura, who was hiding in her chest, stood up tremblingly.

The priest who was regarded as a priest and enshrined in the temple for many years with the highest quality resources, the skin of the body is incredibly delicate.If it weren't for a trace of pink, it would almost blend in with the silver hair hanging on his chest.

That was originally Xisha's body.He himself had never looked at his body properly, but now that it was occupied by another soul, he was interested in rediscovering it.

Being touched by Xisha who couldn't tell whether it was exploration or playfulness, Wen Rao was so stimulated, "Don't you feel sick? Doing this kind of thing to your body!"

Xisha's stroking palm paused for a moment.

Because his body was born as a commoner, there were scars that could not be healed on the knuckles of his fingers.When his rough palms were pressed against Wen Rao's overly fair and soft chest, it appeared that the already very attractive young white had an even more stunning and strong contrast.

"I just want to be integrated with my own body," Xisha said.

Wen Rao vomited blood and couldn't refute it when he heard the meaningful words "integrate into one".

After Xisha said this, he suddenly became clear.That was his body in the first place, since he couldn't go back, let's integrate it in another way.

"I will—deeply, return to my body." This kind of statement immediately gave Xisha a reason to excite him, "until it merges into one."

If it was only the second half of the sentence, Wen Rao would only think that Xisha wanted to kill him, but because of those three words, the meaning of the whole sentence changed instantly.The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly drove away the fear that made Wen Rao's hair stand on end.

"This method is very gentle, and the other person in my body should not object." Xisha kissed the gentle lips, seeing him unable to move his head away, forced to accept the kiss, resisting and helpless, let Xisha is in a good mood.

"This place is very suitable for sacrifices, what do you think?" The warm lips spoke when they were close to the skin, and the voice was wet.

Regardless of whether the gods exist or not, it's not good to be pressured to do this kind of thing on others, right?In addition, the enshrined location of the statue of Roland is different from that of Nulian. In the entire temple, only the doorway can see some light.Wen Rao can see the light ahead, but can only be imprisoned in the darkness by Xisha.

It is no longer possible to threaten Xisha with the revenge of the gods. He is a wizard and will not accept such a thing at all.

I don't know if it's because the sculpture is too hard, Xisha pushed Wen Rao's legs, and after hanging his legs on the two outstretched stone arms, Wen Rao's legs were stuck.These two stone carvings carried most of the strength of Wen Rao's body, forcing his lower body to sink.Even if Xisha loosened the shackles of the witchcraft, Wen Rao could not move his body and get off the arms protruding from the relief, only by struggling with his fettered arms.

Xisha took a step back, admiring the sacrifice he had dressed up.

Wen Rao's fall was entirely due to the weight of his own body, he couldn't retract his legs back, the two arms that were originally hanging above his head were pulled because of the heavy fall.An embarrassing and perverted bad posture.

Wen Rao's legs were in terribly painful pain, but his imprisoned arms pulled him and he couldn't fall completely.He could only watch Xisha in black robe in front of him, appreciating his embarrassment with great interest.

"Aren't you going to use me? Are you doing this now, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to threaten Ares and the others with me?" The body was still sliding inch by inch, and the toes of the legs were turning white because of the tension.

"This does not conflict with future plans." Xisha replied, "As long as it doesn't damage you, it won't be affected."

Wen Rao could already hear the creaking sound of his own teeth, partly because of the difficulty in this posture, partly because of Xisha's words.In Xisha's eyes, he has always been an existence that wanted to kill him, but because of the other person in the body that Xisha now occupies, he couldn't kill himself directly.

To vent his anger, there is nothing wrong with torturing and humiliating him in this way.And as long as his life is not harmed, the other person in his body will not come out to grab the dominance.

Xisha admired enough, approached him, hugged his waist and hips, and lifted him up a bit.The constantly sliding elbows got stuck in the position of the relief again.The rough stone carving has been stuck on the skin on the inner side of the leg, and the hot pain when moving it made Wen Rao's eyes turn red.

Xisha brushed away the silver hair on his forehead, kissed his eyes, "It seems that he really won't show up."

Wen Rao knew who the 'he' Xisha was referring to.

"Then I can enjoy my sacrifice with peace of mind." Such things as pity and tenderness do not exist in Xisha's concept at all.He prefers to look at the things he likes, to be roughly occupied by him, to play with, to cry bitterly, until it is completely broken by him, and then to repair it.

The temple with no light coming in reminds Wen Rao of when he first came to this world.Xisha also looked at him with this kind of gaze.At that time he was a sacrifice of witchcraft, and now he is a sacrifice of Xisha.

After the gnawing kiss ended, Xisha said as if remembering something, "The current body has some small flaws."

He had already untied the black robe, and the body wrapped in the black robe had already gotten rid of its previous weakness.What frightened Wen Rao was the part of him that had been castrated in order to enter the temple.

Seeing Wen Rao's terrified appearance, Xi Sha smiled.

"Although there is no way to change this defect, it can be repaired in other ways."

"What the hell are you..." Is it a monster?

Castration, which entered the temple, made the male unable to produce offspring.But Xisha obviously does not consider the problems of future generations. Since what is missing cannot be repaired, let's perfect what we already have.It's just that from Wen Rao's terrified appearance of staggering back and forth, that perfection is a bit too much.

……

Because the female slaves in the temple have been controlled by Xisha.And other nobles would not come to the temple during this time period at all, so Wen Rao here, no matter what kind of sound he made, except that he could hear the echo, there would be no response.

"Don't come here...Damn it." Just now, Wen Rao felt the feeling of being poked in the stomach.

Xisha grabbed his tense feet, because of hanging for too long just now, his legs spasmed badly.But now Gentle thanks for the pain, distracted from another, more unbearable feeling.

"Don't continue..." The cursing voice, with a crying tone, can only appear cowardly.But Wen Rao couldn't do anything about it. When Hillman did this kind of thing, he still had the energy to scold him and insult him, but in front of Xisha, he seemed to be gasping and crying.

Xisha just breathed a little harder, and his lips looked a little more bloody, touching Wen Rao's face messed up with tears, "It's just the beginning."

"Go away!"

Resistance is the most useless thing at this time, because the hunting season has passed, and now is the time for predators to enjoy the delicious meat of the prey they have bitten.

Xisha watched him crying and trembling desperately, his eyes became hotter and hotter.That's how it should be!

Just when Xisha decided to listen to the trembling panting he had just been pushed, a sense of out-of-control dizziness came.That man is taking control of his body!A sense of resentment that was a hundred times stronger than the remorse that wanted to drown Wen Rao before but was blocked came over.He will go on until his offering is broken.

But even if Xisha is unwilling, the control of the body is still taken away.

Wen Rao didn't know that what was in front of him was no longer Xisha.He tilted his head, crying out of breath and leaning against the relief, his silver hair was wet with his saliva, sticking to his lips and sweaty neck.The originally snow-white chest was also occupied by a fiery pink. In the dark, the pink that appeared from the almost luminous white skin looked so enchanting.

The young man who regained the dominance of his body never expected to see this scene when he opened his eyes.

He saw the priest he was grateful and admired, leaning against the gray wall in front of him, unable to move.Because the arm has been hung for too long, there is already a layer of bruises on the wrist, but what is more shocking than the bruises are the fresh and mottled hickeys on the priest's body.

What did he just do?

No, it should be the wizard in his body, what did he do to the priest.

Because the movement stopped suddenly, he leaned against the wall, with sweaty silver hair covering most of his gentle face, and opened one eye.The red eyes at the end of the eyes looked over with a kind of wet tears.

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