Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Well……"

Charles gripped the sheet under his body tightly with both hands, and thin sweat appeared on his forehead.

Li Li bent down and held Charles' head in her hands, her lips were printed on Charles' forehead and lips, and Li Li's bright lipstick reddened Charles' lips and left a lip mark on his forehead.

Lili looked directly into Charles' eyes and said with a smile:

"Why, this is not enough? Do you think my sister is very sexy here..."

Lili swung her waist, still maintaining her movements, pressing Charles' shoulders with both hands, and began to speed up gradually.

"Sister, sister... ah..."

Charles gasped in a low voice, his cheeks blushed, and his waist trembled for a short period of time, which ended soon.

This is the first time for a young man, being tied up on the bed, forced to enjoy the pleasure, there is an abominable and terrifying elder sitting in the room watching happily, even when he climbs to the top, he feels that there is a line of sight that is neither light nor heavy fell on his body.

"Crack..."

Nietzsche crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, holding a nail scissors in his hand, lowering his eyelids slightly, leisurely cutting his nails, when everything came to a standstill, the sound of nail clipping suddenly appeared So clear.

Panting, Charles turned his head to look at Nietzsche, and suddenly found that his mind was dizzy just now, his eyes were grotesque, and he had no chance to think about anything, only physical sensations, except for being happy, he was still happy.

"how do you feel."

Nietzsche put down the nail clippers in his hand, blew on his fingertips that had just been carefully polished, and looked at Charles blankly.

Charles turned his face to look at Lili who was still sitting on him, and saw more clearly the strange pattern hovering on Lili's body, like a sexy water snake. Charles' neck was red, and he could even clearly feel his His blood vessels were throbbing vigorously.

Their bodies are still connected, and now I have to tell Nietzsche how I feel.

"It's...very good..."

Hearing what Charles said, Lili smiled softly, stretched out her fingertips and pinched Charles's chest, like sticking a little cherry, pinched it gently, and then squeezed on Charles' cheeks and neck Touching back and forth, gradually, Charles felt that his chest also turned red.

What a strange feeling.

It's completely different from what I imagined.

Charles was still breathing heavily.

"Lili, go take a shower."

Nietzsche glanced at Lili, Lili was still flirting with Charles for fun, Lili liked virgins, they were always so shy.

"Okay, master."

Lili quickly stood up from Charles, and walked towards the bathroom in the cubicle without any concealment.

Nietzsche glanced at Charles, stood up, walked to Charles's bed and sat down, stretched out his fingers to brush Charles' bangs wet from sweat, and then took a tissue to wipe the sweat on Charles' forehead. It's like comforting a girl who has experienced a rough first night.

After going through all these strange things, Charles looked at Nietzsche in horror, held his breath and was obedient, not daring to make a sound, trying to keep his eyebrows low and pleasing to the eye, but in fact he was considered a gentle and harmless person.

"Actually, your body and face are quite beautiful."

Nietzsche smiled softly,

"It's always good to be young, unlike me, I'm already old."

Nietzsche smiled, as if thinking of something.

Charles was trembling all over, because Nietzsche's fingers were rubbing back and forth on his thighs. He knew that Nietzsche liked men, and he really liked men openly. He had played with many boys before. Unbearable love history.

Nietzsche... what does he want to do.

Charles didn't dare to think about it anymore, women, men; men, women;... The chaos gave him a headache, what happened to this society?

How did Han Sen stand this man?

What kind of power drove such an excellent Han Sen to propose to the depraved and sinful Lutheran?

"But it doesn't matter how beautiful you are."

Nietzsche looked down at the little guy he played with,

"I admit that I am evil, depraved, and I have mental problems. However, what Han Sen likes is my face, and what Han Sen wants is my body. No matter how hard you try, it won't make any sense. Got it what?"

Nietzsche squeezed Charles' chin,

"understood……!"

Charles hurriedly said that the idea of ​​confessing to Han Sen behind Nietzsche's back, and even seducing Han Sen by unscrupulous means has been completely killed in the cradle.

With Lutheran's possessiveness, wanting to have any emotional relationship with Han Sen seems like a fantasy.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

"Good boy."

Nietzsche smiled happily, raised his hand and patted Charles' face,

"Okay, uncle was just playing games with you just now,"

Nietzsche untied the shackles on Charles with his own hands, and then said earnestly: "I think it is normal for a child of your age to be confused about sexuality. We need the correct guidance from our elders. I know Italy best. Dr. Smith, I have contacted with him personally, he is very professional and friendly. If you want, I can hire him to help you with psychological counseling and correct your wrong sexual orientation. Time is not It's very long, from eight months to a year, what do you think."

Nietzsche glanced at Charles, meaning: If you need, uncle can help you with this matter at any time, and it will be just around the corner to have normal sexuality like other normal men.

Charles lowered his head, put his panties on with trembling hands, then kept shaking his head and said, "No, no, Mr. Nietzsche, I was wrong before, I think, I must like women."

Nietzsche raised an eyebrow,

"Yes, I think so too. You are such a good boy with awareness. After we get married, I will definitely take time to visit your house with my husband. "

"No...no, no need, Mr. Nietzsche...sorry!"

Charles was so anxious that he was about to cry, and could only apologize to Nietzsche non-stop.

Nietzsche suddenly felt bored and waved his hand. Looking at the face that was about to cry, he suddenly thought of Han Sen in the past. At that time, Han Sen was not very old, but no matter how he treated him, Han Sen was still "Sweet as sweet", never complained about anything, why don't young people have such good character as Han Sen?

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that, except for Han Sen, any other man's face looked disgusting.

So so disgusting.

Nietzsche waved his hand, suddenly turned cold, and said sharply:

"Then get out of here! Don't fucking show up in the future!"

As if he had received a token from the god of death, Charles hurriedly picked up the shirt he hadn't put on and ran towards the door.

"and many more."

Just when Charles had already run to the door, Nietzsche suddenly stopped Charles in a deep voice, and Charles immediately stopped in front of the door, turned around stiffly, and forced himself to look directly into Nietzsche's cold gaze like a poisonous snake, "Excuse me. What is it, Herr Nietzsche?"

Nietzsche nodded, raised his fingers and squeezed his chin,

"I forgot the most important thing,"

Nietzsche asked blankly, "How about the underwear your sister Lili is wearing?"

This is Nietzsche's main purpose.

Charles suddenly blushed again, nodded and said, "It's good."

"What the hell. Say it clearly!"

Nietzsche looked at him displeased.

Charles thought about it nervously for a long time, and finally said firmly:

"It just makes my blood boil."

Nietzsche nodded in satisfaction,

"Okay, you can go."

Charles quickly disappeared like a rabbit, and he was no longer seen in the corridor.

Nietzsche walked to the full-length mirror with a cheerful expression, and looked at his face left and right in the mirror.

After a while, Lili, who was already neatly dressed, came out of the bathroom and stood beside Nietzsche.

Nietzsche glanced at Lili,

"Lili, your vision is indeed good."

Lili nodded and said with a smile:

"Thank you for the compliment, master."

Nietzsche hummed,

"Go and buy another pair of underwear just now, according to my size."

Lili had a beautiful smile on her face.

"No problem~"

After toying with Charles just now, Nietzsche didn't intend to go to see Han Sen, but sat quietly on the sofa and silently flipped through the wedding magazines on the shelf next to him.

Flipping through the pages, Nietzsche raised his head impatiently, stood up from the sofa, put his hands in his pockets and looked out the window at the bustling crowd in the manor.

Lili knew that Nietzsche must have been impatient for waiting, or he had become addicted to cigarettes. Every time Nietzsche wanted to smoke, he would appear more or less irritable.

Lili walked to Nietzsche's side and said softly:

"Master, how about I buy you a pack of cigarettes?"

Lili looked around just now, Nietzsche seems not to have the habit of carrying cigarettes with him now, and he doesn't know when he changed it. people bring.

Nietzsche seemed to nod, then shook his head and said:

"No, I've quit smoking and I can't smoke anymore."

Nietzsche felt that what Han Sen said was very reasonable. There are still children at home, and the influence of smoking now is indeed not very good.

Lili blinked her eyes and asked innocently:

"Master, there is nothing wrong with smoking. You have been smoking cigarettes for so many years, and you don't need to change for Mr. Han."

Nietzsche looked out the window expressionlessly, and said without hesitation:

"No, Han Sen won't let me smoke now. Since I decided to quit smoking, I should quit completely. It's not a good habit anyway. I really want to live a few more years."

Nietzsche really wanted to live a healthy life for a period of time. He was already a bit older than Han Sen. If he died earlier than Han Sen, maybe someone would continue to miss Han Sen and try to replace him. position, that is really unbearable.

Nietzsche raised his wrist to look at the time on the watch, and said in a deep voice:

"I will be officially married to Han Sen soon. From now on, he will be the head of the family. Many things will be decided by him."

Lili was startled, and said softly:

"Master, I know you can't do without Mr. Han, but you can't..."

Lili was very surprised that Nietzsche decided to let Han Sen take the position of "head of the family". As long as Nietzsche is willing, Han Sen must give up this position. Although the title of head of the family is only a superficial title, the things involved in it, In fact, there are many, many, critical moments, and even injuries.

Nietzsche waved his hand, and his eyes fell on those vines that were struggling to climb on the wall. The branches and leaves were tightly clinging to the gaps in the wall, lingering and refusing to leave:

"Lili, you have to know,"

"Han Sen, you will never leave me."

"He can no longer accept others."

"The person whom I, Lutheran, has taken a liking to has no ability to start over with others, even if it is a normal life, there is nothing he can do."

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his bright red mouth, and smiled silently.

Han Sen, never thought that one day, we would be like all ordinary couples, holding hands on the altar. - Nietzsche.Lutheran "Mr. Nietzsche, it's wedding time!"

At the moment when Nietzsche and Lili were standing in front of the window looking at the busy traffic outside, the wedding staff knocked on the door eagerly, probably because they were too happy to be affected by the atmosphere of the wedding. He yelled, and pushed the door open without thinking.

On the big day, Nietzsche forgave the mistakes and recklessness of the service staff with a big heart, nodded, turned and walked out of the room, Lili obediently followed behind Nietzsche.

The bridesmaids invited were all the top beauties in Rome. They waited outside the hotel lobby for Nietzsche to appear.

"mom!"

As soon as Nietzsche appeared, Han Xiu, who was wearing a small suit, excitedly ran over from the housekeeper and rushed towards Nietzsche.

Previously, Han Xiu had been asking the housekeeper why he was born before his parents were married. Children in other families were born after their parents got married.

In order to prevent his young son from asking such stupid questions at Nietzsche's wedding, the butler, like all the elders in the world, made up a very, very nonsense reason, so nonsense that he himself didn't want to think of it.

Nietzsche smiled and looked at his youngest son who was happily running towards him. Today, Han Xiu wore a custom-made black suit with a white shirt inside. He wore the same tie as his father Han Sen, and the same red color as Nietzsche. His hair was combed neatly behind his head, making him look like a handsome little rich man.

Ever since Han Xiu started to visit the teacher in class, Nietzsche did not have the habit of hugging Han Xiu, but talked to his young son on an equal footing.

At that time, like all the children in the world, Han Xiu was so pure and fragile.

"Son, are you waiting for mom?"

Nietzsche looked directly into Han Xiu's eyes.

Han Xiu nodded, and then asked Nietzsche the question he asked the housekeeper before: "Mom, why are you and dad not married yet, and I was born?"

The housekeeper looked at Nietzsche nervously, afraid that he would be angry, and the other people standing beside Nietzsche dared not speak up.

Nietzsche bent down and straightened the collar of Han Xiu's shirt with his fingers, and said while tidying up, "Son, one night, God told mother in a dream that he would give us a child. That night, I and Your dad slept with you, and you were sent to us by God."

Han Xiu opened his eyes wide in surprise,

"Mom, then, was I really born by you? But the mothers of other children are all girls..."

Nietzsche nodded and said expressionlessly:

"Yeah, you were born by me, no one can give birth to a beautiful little angel like you except mother."

Han Xiu continued to ask in disbelief:

"Mom, is what you said true?"

Nietzsche smiled suddenly, lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu on the cheek,

"Really, dear son."

"Ah! Mom~"

Han Xiu hugged Nietzsche's thigh excitedly, and smiled happily. He had been worried about why his mother was a boy while other mothers were girls.

Here, we have to emphasize again that Han Xiu was so pure and fragile back then.

The butler looked directly at Nietzsche with the expression on my face that I never lied, the corners of his mouth twitched silently, and stood aside.

He suddenly felt that if things go on like this, sooner or later, Young Master Han Xiu's sexual orientation will be distorted because of this.

In this light, early sex education—especially with parents like Nietzsche—is so crucial.

The music in the hall floated melodiously, the housekeeper took a step forward,

"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han is waiting for you."

It seems that the time is almost here. Nietzsche thinks that this is probably the so-called "good day and auspicious time" that Han Sen told him before.

Nietzsche looked at the magnificent hall. Although it was daytime, the curtains inside were drawn and the lights were lit. It was magnificent and splendid, like the sky at night, boundless.

At this moment, the young man who was destined to be with him for the rest of his life was standing at the bottom of the long and luxurious red carpet, waiting patiently for him.

In Nietzsche's eyes, Han Sen has no identity at this time, the class concept of rich and poor no longer exists, and there is no so-called barrier of inferior race. At this moment, Han Sen is just an ordinary man, The father of Nietzsche's own child, the faithful companion who was willing to endure and accompany him.

Nietzsche straightened his back, stood up straight, his expression became as arrogant as ever, he raised his foot and tiptoed the little Han Xiu who was still hugging his thigh, "Son, mom is going to marry dad, now , up to you, send your mother to your father until I hold your father's hand."

Han Xiu let go, as if he had been entrusted with a heavy responsibility. According to the previous arrangements made by the staff, Qi Yu stood majestically among the group of beautiful sisters.

"Mr. Nietzsche, you can enter."

The butler reminded in a low voice.

Nietzsche nodded, and the four beautiful bridesmaids walked towards the altar with elegant and neat steps. Han Xiu stood in the middle, and Nietzsche followed at the end, stepping on the red carpet expressionlessly.

The moment Nietzsche appeared in the hall, everyone opened their eyes wide, staring straight at Nietzsche who stepped on the red carpet, as if holding their breath and waiting for an important moment to appear.

Nietzsche Lutheran, the eldest son of the Lutheran family, the pride of the Lutheran family, will marry Han Sen, the patriarch of the Han family, at a certain time in the future, in the fall of Rome today.

Everyone seems to be waiting for this moment to appear.

The bridesmaids walked under the altar, stood separately on both sides, and stood side by side with the handsome best man in two rows.

Han Xiu didn't say anything superfluous, but obediently stood by Han Sen's side, standing with the tall best men, and looked up at Nietzsche.

Above the head is a bright star river like the sky formed by thousands of lights. Nietzsche walked gracefully and firmly walked in front of Han Sen.

"Han Sen."

Nietzsche walked up to Han Sen and looked straight at Han Sen's face. According to the wedding rules, Han Sen walked out of the best man's line.

"Lutheran, you are so charming today."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche in a decent white suit, he was really the most charming handsome man in the world.

For Nietzsche, Han Sen was always at critical moments, and he would not be stingy with his praise, which could effectively please Nietzsche.

"I'm glad you appreciate my outer beauty."

Nietzsche stretched out his palm arrogantly, with the back of the hand upward, and handed it to Han Sen. The ring on the middle finger was shining with a sense of wealth, "Han Sen, it will be you who can marry me, Lutheran." An honor that cannot be achieved in this lifetime."

Han Sen smiled faintly, bent down, and kissed Nietzsche on the back of Nietzsche's hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Yes, Lutheran."

Nietzsche unswervingly pulled away the palm held by Han Sen, held Han Sen's right hand backhand, and led him to the altar.

Nietzsche Lutheran, you are like this, entrusting the rest of your life to my hands, proudly, and without hesitation. ——Han Sen.