My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

Neon has its own set of "toilet culture".

...Of course, the classification of the form as "culture" may be a bit excessive for some cases (not without simple toilets), but one thing is for sure, that is, Japan pays special attention to the hygiene of toilets, basically Clean to the point of "it's okay to eat inside".

The barbecue restaurant is in the bustling Roppongi, and the restaurant that implements membership system is no different, not to mention it is a gathering of mature conjurer reserve staff (the salary for expelling curse spirits is still quite considerable), it is almost a choice A barbecue restaurant with the best reputation, only reserved a small box by reservation.

The Japanese-style tatami room is already extraordinarily quiet and elegant, and the bathroom environment, which is valued by almost everyone to a considerable extent, has a luxurious star treatment.

The facilities are extremely modern, the floor of the toilet is almost cleaner than a human face, and each compartment is exceptionally well sealed, with a separate sink and dryer, and even a small bottle of volatile fragrance embedded on the wall, obviously Toilet, but the air is definitely fresher than outside.

The forearm of the dog curly spine is across the chest and abdomen, and his curse high uniform coat is hung on it. The corner of the coat hangs down to the middle of his thigh. On the thighs, everything is covered tightly.

It was very hot in the private room before, the oven was steaming through the wire plate, and the heat source in his arms was moving and conveying heat to him. There was fine sweat on his chest and back, including his forehead, but when he was alone When the restroom was calm, the air conditioner blew the thin shirt with the jacket off, and it made goosebumps appear again.

...Well, but even if the temperature drops, it's just that the exposed skin is a little chilled by the blowing, and the place that should be hot is still hot.

So the dog Juanji was silent for 2 minutes, and then held his forehead.

Even if it is a bathroom with very modern facilities, it is also a public bathroom, and there is no shower... Of course, it is impossible to equip a barbecue restaurant with shower facilities. Everyone comes to eat, not to take a shower.

So... do you want to do that now?

The dog curly spine's eyes were empty, staring at the air that had not landed, and did not move.

Although he was alone in a closed space, there was an inexplicable embarrassment, and there was also a strange premonition—maybe this premonition accounted for the majority, which directly caused him to remain motionless with inexplicable thoughts , but has been sitting in the cubicle as if waiting for something.

... What is he waiting for?

Maybe even the spellcaster himself doesn't know the answer, or the unspeakable "shyness" in his heart prevents him from thinking in that direction. Thinking, what should be done after waiting is not in the scope of consideration, and whether it will get out of control is not in the scope of consideration. In short, everything is rising with the heat of the oven, making my mind dizzy.

However, his entanglement didn't last long, only a few minutes, and there was a light "knock" sound from the solid door of the compartment, and then he got in through the sound-proof material. The barely audible "thorns are you in there".

I don't know why, but the dog's curly spine turned red from the root of his ears to his neck in an instant. He held a corner of the coat and stiffened it for two seconds, and then whispered "salmon".

The door of the cubicle is locked. It is normal for the cubicle to be locked when entering the public toilet, but sometimes due to the situation of "if the lock is broken, it will be very troublesome", even in a place with excellent facilities. No matter how advanced the lock of the toilet cubicle can be, in short, it is very easy to pick.

"It's basically just a matter of sticking the wire in and poking it casually without any skill, and the door lock will be opened." 』

My wife Xia Ye thought happily, and then pushed the door open a crack, looked at each other through the crack of the door with the inexplicably flickering purple eyes, then moved her gaze down slightly, and then lightly turned sideways and opened the door Get in through the gap.

...the lock was locked with a "click" without hesitation.

"Although the door lock can't stop me, it is more than enough to stop others. 』

In the confined space, only the "woo-woo" of the ceiling exhaust fan can be heard. My wife Xia Ye leaned against the door, with one hand still covering the knob of the lock, and the other hand clutching something in her pocket. , raised a seemingly ignorant smiling face at the spellcaster who was sitting on the toilet seat in a strange silence:

"Mr. Thorn, I was very worried just now, so I followed nervously—the body temperature is very high, is there any discomfort for you?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, let me help you. 』

……

Any adult who has experienced the era of vigorous adolescence will understand the embarrassing situation of young people very well.

After all, that is the age group with the most energy. Not to mention sitting alone in your arms, even if you hold a mop in your arms, there are not a few male high school students who will have embarrassing reactions.

Young people are the most unbearable to be teased. Adolescent male high school students have the potential to turn into beasts, and it is admirable self-control to suppress this kind of situation that seems to turn into a werewolf on a full moon night.

Gou Juanji sometimes feels a bit lucky to have fun in bitterness. Fortunately, he met my wife Xia Ye when he was 17 years old. Fortunately, he will soon become an adult. The provocative kung fu that Xia Ye warmly invites is a situation that can make people go wrong.

——Like now.

He obviously has a face that couldn't be more innocent, and he is also very good at making "innocent" expressions on his face. He always looks very childish, but he is very good at taking advantage of this advantage and trying to enlarge it, such as My wife Xia Ye is obviously close to his age, but just by looking at her appearance, no one will doubt how old she is.

There is always a kind of... inexplicable guilt.

The dog curly thorn has another urge to cover his face. He is wearing a round neck shirt under his coat today, and it doesn't have the effect of turning up the collar to block half of his face. The round snake eyes are printed on his cheeks, following his cheeks. Flushed together.

And in this case, the culprit who caused his current embarrassing situation is still pretending to be unconscious, and while approaching unhurriedly, he tilted his head and asked him in a suspicious tone:

"Speaking of which, I noticed before that Mr. Thorn just wanted to keep a distance from me very strangely, and I was worried that he would be next to me-why is that?"

"..."

—Why, why don't you understand, is such a thing possible to say?Xia Ye obviously did it on purpose.

The dog curly spine couldn't help but widen his eyes, but before he could say "dried bonito" or "tuna" to refute, the pink hair in front of him was already very close to him with blushing cheeks——

Relying on the advantage of standing height, he leaned down, the tip of his nose was about to touch the tip of his nose, one hand was placed behind him over his shoulder, and he knelt on one knee on a small piece of toilet seat on the edge, supporting him entirely in an extremely dominant posture. Above, even the incandescent light from the ceiling blocked most of it.

However, before the silver-haired spellcaster felt any "surprise" or "shyness" in his heart, the next moment, my wife Xia Ye, who has always moved very quickly, staggered the tip of her nose slightly and rubbed her cheek against the dog roll Thorn's side face, and then as a matter of course, even confidently... supported the shoulder of the spellcaster, and sat astride his lap.

——Wait, wait, Xia Ye, what are you going to do? !

The dog curly spine almost gasped.

"Why has Mr. Thorn been silent all this time?"

But the other party seemed completely unaware of the fluctuations in his heart. My wife Xia Ye's cheeks were still blushing, her pink pupils were covered with a layer of opaque mist, and the heat from her breath hung on her skin, feeling a little hot in a trance. Man, the dog Curlythorn heard him continue to say in a soft voice:

"If you don't speak all the time, I will just treat it as before, Lord Thorn has acquiesced?"

...What was it like before, what was it like before?

Default, and what is default?

His thoughts were taken away again, and the dog Juanji subconsciously recalled yesterday... the water mist on the thermometer, the soft and small tip of the tongue, the pink pupils overflowing with physiological mist, the warm and soft tongue surface, and the shrinking push. Throat muscles that refuse to touch fingers.

Only two punches away, the chest can be attached to the chest, and the vibration of the chest cavity even has a conduction phenomenon when speaking. The dog rolls the spine and feels that the thigh that is sitting is shocked by the vibration that is so weak that it can be ignored. Unsmooth, a little numb, the aftermath of this spread along his bones to the heart, making the heart tremble and itch along with it.

"From the beginning until now, there hasn't even been a resistance, which is a good sign." 』

Different from the entanglement and struggle of the dog curly thorn, my wife Xia Ye's purpose has always been very straightforward and obvious, and she is good at pushing and pulling, but also good at chasing after victory, or to put it more directly, my wife Xia Ye is particularly good at pushing an inch.

Taking advantage of the spellcaster's eyes being blank again, my wife Xia Ye immediately moved forward decisively again, and the spellcaster who almost didn't react shivered.

Gou Juanji felt the taut strings in his brain jump violently, and he was almost broken by this action, then he raised his hand quickly, and tightly grabbed his waist, preventing the pink fur The cat moves around again—trying to sit on the lap of an adolescent male high school student with vigor and vigor, and rubbing against it... This is too much, and if it goes too far, the male high school student will not be able to maintain his bottom line!

"Bonito, dried bonito!"

The dog curly thorn hurriedly stopped the evil kitten, the sweat on the forehead had already disappeared, but now it popped out abruptly again, the chest was hot and the back was hot, it was too hot everywhere, he I started to regret the "salmon" that he replied when my wife Natsuno asked him if he was inside.

——Who can withstand such a fierce attack?

——If this goes on like this, he will not be able to stand it anymore.

Seeing that he still reacted like this, the pink-haired boy blinked and sighed regretfully.

"Why does Lord Thorn still reject me?"

"Obviously, I already feel that all the conditions have been met. 』

My wife Xia Ye's eyes dimmed slightly.

"What's the difference... Mr. Thorn is obviously not annoying, and even after the catalyst, he has become active. Mr. Thorn is also very interested in a more intimate relationship, but he always seems to be scrupulous about something..."

"If that's the case, then we'll have to take some measures. 』

Leaving aside the thought that it is easy to scare people away, my wife Xia Ye has always been able to hide this emotion well, so his eyes were only clouded for a moment, and then he was covered with a very confusing heat again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to do more intimate things, so Mr. Thorn, do you want to do what you have done before?"

"……Salmon?"

— What have you done before?

Gou Juanji was puzzled for a moment, he really didn't think about what he had done before, because to be honest, even if he hadn't crossed the line until now...but it can be done, and it has been done , but also quite a lot.

He didn't expect that my wife Xia Ye had clasped the wrists of both his hands very consciously, her face was very innocent and innocent, as if she was guiding his two hands to the leader who was clasping his black leather choker neck. Same, even the voice is soft and waxy with deep meaning, like a pair of invisible hands, pushing people staggeringly into the deep and dark space.

"I remember that Mr. Thorn is very interested in Choker... right?"

The soft and soft voice deliberately lowered said seductively:

"Then touch it again, touch it, the type that Mr. Thorn likes doesn't need to be suppressed... No matter what Mr. Thorn does to me, it's not a big deal. After all, it's just a very ordinary touch, not particularly intimate. It's just fingers touching the choker, so it's ok."

"Because, this is not something that should be contradicted. Choker is a gift from Mr. Thorn. We are equal... so no matter what happens, it is love and liking. It doesn't matter what is interesting. I will be very happy. 』

"Negative or positive, fear or love, I want all the emotions of Mr. Thorn, and I want all the desires of Mr. Thorn, desire to control, desire to suppress, or something else, Mr. Thorn Everything about you should belong to me. 』

"So, as long as it's Thorn-kun, I'll be very happy. 』

……

This straight ball made the dog roll spine dizzy.

And, can't refuse.

The black leather on the white neck is tightly attached to the slender and fragile throat, and moves up and down with the arc of breathing or swallowing. It is extremely eye-catching because of the contrast of tones, and it is matched with the red that is exposed after the choker is slightly misplaced. Streaks, and the neat tooth marks on the outer ring of Adam's apple...

Although the minor wounds have already healed, there will still be faint dark marks left after the healing. It will take about one or two months after healing to gradually fade, and the dark pigments will be decomposed and restored. It was creamy white as if nothing had happened, with a faint, healthy pink halo.

The choker he gave, the slight red streaks caused by the gifts he gave, and the teeth marks that belonged to him covered on the streaks... For the dog curly, the attraction is a J-shaped curve, towards the direction of max Rapid increase.

Therefore, there is no need for my wife Xia Ye to lead his hand in the future. The fingers with well-defined knuckles caressed the delicate neck naturally, and the two hands formed a circle, with the thumbs stacked on top of each other, and the other fingers followed suit. Overlapping each other, the pink-haired boy's neck is relatively slender, and can be easily wrapped with two hands.

The spellcaster let out a muffled sigh from deep in his throat, and then began to move his fingertips slowly.

The palms of a conjurer cannot be white and tender, especially for boys who don’t know how to take care of their palms. Because Goujuanji does not use any weapons, it is too different from Yi Guyou, who is used to swords, and there are no thick calluses on his palms. It's just a thin cocoon with a rough layer.

The thin cocoon covered the fragile and tender skin of the neck, and one could feel the rough frictional touch. The palm was warm, and there was a little dampness from just sweating, giving it a special sense of presence.

The feeling of rubbing Xia Ye's neck with the pulp of his fingers is like touching slippery silk, the dog curly spines thought to himself flickeringly.

It feels so good, the palm feels so comfortable, like being wiped by an expensive silk handkerchief, it is smooth and moist, and I feel reluctant to press it a little tighter, for fear that the fragile skin will be pinched. It can arouse the desire to control the fingers, and I can't help but imagine that the neck of the hand is breathing rapidly. It must be a scene that makes the throat dry.

I want to leave traces, I want to leave a mark, I want to prove that only he can touch the fragile neck, I want to do what only he can do to Xia Ye.

"Anything is okay"... really anything is okay?

If Xia Ye always said that, he was going to take it seriously.

He's really going to do something a little too much.

***Omit the dividing line for some content***

The tooth marks on the throat have already healed long ago, leaving only a faint dark mark of black pigment, which is not very obvious at first glance, and you may even need to stare for a while to tell that it is not the shadow of the Adam's apple, but It is a healing mark that was once trapped by the tooth.

Almost gone.

Gou Juanji thought to himself, Xia Ye's healing power is stronger than normal people's. Ordinary people may still be able to keep this imprint for a month or two, but for Xia Ye, it may disappear in two weeks.

He didn't want the print to disappear.

Just like creatures always like to mark their "own", in fact, human beings also have this characteristic. For example, couples want to give each other gifts, and when they see their own things appearing on their lovers, there will be a kind of "belongs to me". Satisfaction, the same goes for dog curly spines.

...Just choker words are not enough.

The dog curled up thinking vaguely, his thumb was still squeezed inside the choker, caressing the red streaks leisurely, he even had another hazy idea - if Xia Ye's skin was easy to leave An imprint would be good, so that the teeth marks would remain, and so would the streaks on the neck, both symbolizing "his".

Tooth marks, do not want to disappear.

He thought so.

Once the blood flow speeds up and the temperature of the air rises, the dog's thinking will easily get out of control to a place where he can't pull it, and his behavior will also be affected, and he will be more bold and powerful than usual.

Also like now.

The right hand is still lovingly rubbing against the warm cortex and the streaks under the cortex, and the thumb has even been uncontrollably, faintly crooked at the pulsating artery, gently pressing the pulse, feeling the most fragile and fatal place When his subordinates do whatever he wants without any precautions, he will be able to feel a warm sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

Unknowingly, the left hand has left the neck, pressing the cervical vertebrae at the back of the neck, and moving up one by one, until the palm of the hand is opened and pressed on the back of the fluffy head, the dog curly spine pauses.

"...What's the matter, Mr. Thorn?"

As if aware of his pause, my wife Xia Ye also dimly blinked her misty pink pupils, with shallow wet marks on the corners of her eyes, and tiny drops of water on her thick pink eyelashes. I don't understand what his suspension is for.

But the next moment, he knew the reason.

The palm on the back of the head was clasped tightly, the scalp seemed to be pulled and hurt for a moment, and the hair also felt pulled. The dog curly thorns clenched the thin and soft pink hair that got into the palm of the hand, and between the fingers The fluffy and incredibly soft hair is squeezed inside, as if the silk has been disassembled into threads, and the softness and warmth that slides through the fingers together makes even the fingers feel unbelievably comfortable.

In a daze, the spell master didn't quite know what he was doing. He grabbed the soft hair at the back of the pink-haired boy's head, and tugged it lightly and forcefully, until the person under him let out a "huh" Following his strength, he raised his head, and then looked at the completely exposed white neck with satisfaction, buried his head in it and rubbed it.

Peachy, sweet, nice smell.

Want to lick, want to bite.

His sanity was about to be crushed by some offensive, and at most he could only stick to the final bottom line, and Gou Juanji's brain was about to turn immobile, anyway, just do what you think of.

So he rubbed the tip of his nose against his small Adam's apple again, then put on the warm tip of his tongue, applied a thin layer of water stains, hooked down with the choker's thumb, and pulled the dark moist leather To a little down, and then licked the sharp fangs.

……

It was the familiar tense feeling of being caught in the throat again, and the movements of the whole body were not controlled by thinking, and I was self-contained in fear of "whether the throat would be crushed", and interrupted all activities.

My wife Xia Ye blinked slowly, raised her head and stared at the nothingness in the air, thinking of the curser's hair rubbing him a little itchy.

"It's so itchy, I really want to move, but my body is so tense on its own, I dare not move at all. 』

The sharp tips of the teeth pressed against the skin, and they sank inwards in a measured but merciless manner. My wife Xia Ye judged belatedly, and suddenly noticed something.

"Huh... It seems that the bite is a little bit deeper than last time, is Mr. Thorn about to be unbearable? 』

Turning her eyes, my wife Xia Ye slowly narrowed her pink pupils.

"...If that's the case, it should be good news. 』

The teeth stuck in the skin and flesh retreated, and the hand clasped in the hair at the back of the head also retreated. My wife Xia Ye squinted her eyes, and just when she regained control of her body, she raised her right hand without hesitation and clasped it on the back of her head. at the wrist of the hand.

The spell master who was grabbed by the wrist seemed to be taken aback, and looked up at him with confused purple eyes, but before he could ask "mustard greens" or "kelp", his hand was pulled from the back of his head in front of you.

The pink-haired boy squinted his watery pink pupils. Although he looked pitifully bullied, it was just a "look", a very deceptive "look".

My wife Xia Ye said in a long tail:

"If Mr. Thorn wants to imprint me, let me also mark Mr. Thorn."

——As soon as the words fell, he lowered his head without hesitation. He was so merciless that he even tasted the smell of blood, and bit the inside of the wrist that slipped off the sleeve of the spellcaster.