Yokohama diva, sultry online

Osamu Dazai suddenly thought of his first kiss with Chuya Nakahara in a trance.

Heavy metal music is playing in the bar, the gorgeous lights are dazzling, and the men and women in the wine pool are dancing hotly, and all the troubles seem to be drifting away.

As soon as Osamu Dazai entered the door, he saw his cadres collapsed on the crimson sofa, two slender and powerful long legs stretched out casually, one of them stepped on the sofa, and a glass of unfinished wine was still held in his right hand , is about to fall.

Every time the task is completed, the little slug will choose to have a drink at the bar under the name of port mafia, but today he drank too much.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a black coat. He waved his hands to his subordinates who bowed to him, signaling to leave this box alone. His right eye was wrapped with several bandages, and his body was also thin and slender with a long windbreaker, but there was no one there. Dare to underestimate him.

The hair on the forehead of the ocher-haired cadre spread out to reveal a smooth forehead, and the long eyelashes drooped down to cast a fine shadow. His sleeping face looked quiet and obedient. Osamu Dazai felt a little regretful that he came late and didn't watch it. To those clear blue eyes.

Maybe it was because the temperature in the private room was a bit hot, Osamu Dazai couldn't help pulling his tie, he casually took off the wine glass in Nakahara Chuya's hand, the amber liquid was swaying in the transparent glass, the aroma seduced people's taste buds, let One can't help but want to taste it.

In fact, he did so. Osamu Dazai took a sip, and the taste was really good.

Today's Gravity Force has destroyed an opposing organization that has been entrenched in Yokohama for a long time. It can be said that as far as the Mafia is concerned, there is no one that can match the port mafia, and his plan can go on better.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and rubbed the cadre's earlobe, which was small and delicate. I don't know if it's because his hand or drinking wine is now so red that it seems to be dripping blood.

He pinched Nakahara Chuya's nose again, and then the red-haired cadre resignedly opened his moist and swollen lips, exhaling bit by bit.

Dazai Osamu didn't know whether he was dazzled by the light or blinded by the damn hot atmosphere, propped up his chin, and squinted at the brown-haired cadre leaning on the sofa unconscious.

"You won't remember anything anyway."

The closer distance made the temperature between the two people rise again, like a blazing flame, Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara and licked his beautifully shaped lips, as if he was bewitched, he slowly lowered nod.

It was just a light touch at first, but Osamu Dazai smelled the aroma of wine from Nakahara Nakaya's lips. In an instant, the fire burned even more intensely. He licked the corners of the red-haired leader's lips, The gentleness at the beginning gradually turned into violence.

"...Ugh... bastard Dazai!" Nakahara Nakaya opened his eyes vainly, but the unfocused eyes exposed the fact that he was still not awake, so he could only be passively pressed under him, passively arousing Dazai Zhi's neck, grabbed his hair...

Osamu Dazai snorted, feeling that his scalp was being pulled so painfully, he found that the drunk little slug had started to go crazy with alcohol without knowing it, and took control of the initiative.

The adam's apple rolling up and down was bitten a few times, and the ocher-haired man's breath lingered on the deadly part of his neck like a beast. This instinctive reaction was even more provocative.

Osamu Dazai pushed Chuya Nakahara away, with a strange expression on his face, he walked out of the private room slowly, and said to the subordinate at the door, "Send the cadres of Zhongyuan back."

It's just that the pace is a little hurried.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his temples after getting up, and touched his red lips while washing in the mirror. They were several times redder than usual, and seemed to be much swollen. He felt a tingling sensation when he touched them, and there was a strange line at the corner of his lips. Too obvious a small hole.

Are you allergic to something you ate yesterday?

He carefully looked at himself in the mirror, and found no other abnormalities. He carefully recalled the situation of the broken fragment after being drunk yesterday, but he couldn't find any useful information, so he simply threw it behind him.

Nakahara also washed up very quickly, and he got rid of the sluggishness after the hangover. After he was fully dressed, he walked to the chief's office. As soon as he entered, he ran into Osamu Dazai who was wrapping a bandage.

On the white neck, in one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, close to the aorta and Adam's apple, there are thin and dense red marks growing on that piece of skin. It is the shape that someone deliberately keeps sucking, and some places have already opened Blue and purple.

Zhong Yuanzhong also passed the age when he didn't understand anything, he couldn't help but blushed, and looked away, with an inexplicable annoyance in his tone.

He felt that the current Osamu Dazai made him very disliked, so displeased that he wanted to beat him up violently, and said in a bad tone, "It seems that you were quite fierce yesterday?"

Such a critical part, if someone touches it lightly, Nakahara Chuya will reflexively want to wring that person's neck. It's a good thing that mackerel dares to let his lover do so.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a second, he noticed the eyes of Nakahara Chuya looking at his neck pointingly, he was silent for a while and then smiled brightly.

He intentionally spoke ambiguously, and gently stroked his neck with five fingers, "Yes, the little wild cat scratched its paw while I was not paying attention, tell me...do you want me to repair it for him, leaving only soft pads?"

The black-haired leader's tone was very helpless, and he spread his hands flat, as if to express "what can I do with her, of course I dote on her", but the flaunting of the words made Zhong Yuanzhong very uncomfortable.

Chuya Nakahara's fist was already hungry and thirsty, his eyes were always looking at the hickey on the mackerel's neck uncontrollably, he thought he was just dissatisfied with Dazai's good rule.

"You can't even deal with a lover, you are really ugly."

"Just kidding, of course I had a very wonderful night with my 'little wild cat' yesterday." Osamu Dazai seemed to be singing something, looking unfathomable, the smile on his face flashed away, as if It seemed to calm down suddenly.

Those iris-colored eyes stared at him with great interest, as if a siren with a huge secret was hiding a huge secret to lure the sailors passing by. For some reason, Nakahara also subconsciously felt that this secret would bring him trouble.

He averted his gaze as if nothing had happened, and gave a very disdainful "tss", "I'm not interested in your private life at all, I'm just afraid that there will be news that the leader of the port mafia will be assassinated by his lover one day."

This dead mackerel is really out of his mind, he just pulls someone casually, without even checking his identity, he is so hungry that he kills him with his index finger, hateful dead mackerel!

The little slug was angry.

Osamu Dazai said so in his heart, because he saw the red-haired officer wrinkling his nose involuntarily, and a touch of anger flickered under those blue pupils.

Maybe the little slug himself didn't notice it, but Osamu Dazai was always the first to notice it.

Isn't it just a little wild cat with teeth and claws, it's quite exciting, Osamu Dazai thought in his heart expressionlessly, and on the surface he has returned to the mature leader.

"Chuya, let's talk about yesterday's mission first!"

At that time, Osamu Dazai didn't quite understand what the joy was accumulated in his heart at that time, he only knew that his empty heart was filled with a warm current at that time.

But he was afraid that he would be addicted to it, so Osamu Dazai restrained himself, and even warned himself not to go any further, as nostalgia would seriously hinder the implementation of his plan.

But people always know how happy they were once because they had it, don't they?

Osamu Dazai missed the warmth and softness of the short cadre's lips, and Nakahara Nakaya's unconscious indulgence to him. It was because the current situation was completely different from before that he understood how ridiculous his previous escape was.

Lost to treasure.

Osamu Dazai smiled wryly, and was about to ask how Nakahara Chuya was doing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly found that he seemed to be asking the most questions "what's wrong with you", and every time the answer he got was "I'm fine". .

This is an endless loop.

"Are you looking for me?" Chiko Koizumi closed the door gently, she straightened the strands of hair falling from her ears, and looked at the crystal ball whose image had been extinguished and immediately understood what happened.

Although she was a little dissatisfied with being invited here after she had just left, she wouldn't make trouble when Osamu Dazai was on the phone.

Osamu Dazai just glanced lightly. He felt the painful beating heart in his chest, and he repeated in his mind the words that Zhefa cadre just said in his mind, "Chuya, let me introduce you to someone."

Nakahara Nakaya stood still under Keigo Atobe's cannibalistic eyes, and he didn't care about the wound that was still oozing blood. He heard Dazai's words and went straight to a place far away from the crowd.

Secretly thinking about who Osamu Dazai is going to introduce, it should be extremely important, otherwise he would not introduce it under such circumstances.

Chiko Koizumi also knew that the main event was coming, she walked a few steps, and found that Osamu Dazai had no intention of giving her the phone at all, so she rolled her eyes in her heart.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I am Chiko Koizumi. Mr. Dazai invited me to the port mafia today. Please give me your advice when we meet for the first time."

It was a soft girl's voice, and it sounded like she wasn't too old.

Nakahara Chuya had previously discussed with Dazai Osamu whether to spread the news that he was still alive, but the final result of the discussion was to wait for him to go back first, so so far only Dazai Osamu and Momiji Osamu really know about the port mafia.

He didn't even tell Atsushi Nakajima, who was very valued when he first arrived, but today another Akiko Koizumi came, she must be a woman who is very important to the dead mackerel, and she introduced it so solemnly...

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood, he didn't know why he suddenly shook his buzzing head, and stood there quietly, completely different from his previous arrogant appearance.

"Hello, Miss Koizumi." Nakahara Chuya's expression was also rare serious, and he greeted the gentle female voice from the phone politely, "It's the first time we meet, I can't prepare gifts here. There must be a big gift.”

Osamu Dazai felt that Nakahara Chuya's tone was weird and a little too cute. He was about to speak, when he heard the cadre Zhefa, who seemed to have relieved a heavy burden, said something softly, half sighing and half complaining.

"Dazai, you bastard, you didn't say hello in advance when you found the leader's wife."