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Haniya was awakened by the pressure.

An adult Prime Minister is not very important to him, but when the opponent releases all twelve wings, it is another matter.

Nabil Neal lay on top of him in a very domineering posture, as if he was afraid that someone would run away, with long hands and long legs on him, and covered both of them tightly with his wings, like a domineering bird cat.He was still sleeping, his cheek was pressed against Hania's chest, and his lips were slightly pursed, soft and very pleasing to look at.

Anyway, Haniya thinks the Prime Minister is very cute.

They were tossing too late last night, and the process was very chaotic. Nabolnier should be tired.As Haniya thought about it, her ears gradually began to feel hot.

This whole night was almost dominated by Neibao Nier - after all, Little Seraphim really had no actual combat experience, so he could only watch helplessly as the opponent straddled him and panted.The prime minister who finally succeeded was a little bit excited, and taught Haniya some spells that were far beyond his cognition, scaring Seraph so frightened that he couldn't straighten his tongue when he chanted the spell.

The later expansion was also done by Naibao Nier himself.Haniya just looked at the other party's twinkling eyes and flushed body, as well as the twitching movements of his fingers between the soft flesh, and almost set himself on fire.

It was too beautiful, too hot, and too dangerous, like strong liquor that heaven does not allow, and like hellfire that burns the soul.This is indeed the opposite feeling of what an angel should have, it is almost destructive, a greedy demon.

Maybe he was wrong, and lust was far more dangerous than he thought.

All he saw and felt, Hania thought, was his sin, and he deserved to be locked up in the Angel Prison until the world was destroyed—or burned up immediately.

He can barely describe what happened.Naibonir kept calling his name, and later he started to cry, so Haniya also went crazy, choking the other party's waist tightly, as if he had never been so presumptuous in his age.

For the first time, Haniya knew that Nabo Nier's body could be so soft.It was clear that before hugging was also an obvious adult body, with restrained and strong muscles, but this night the other party was as soft as if a bone had been pulled out, hot and humid and soft.

Everything is hot, the skin is hot, the breath is hot, and the tears that fall drop by drop are like fragments of the sun.Haniya, delirious as if surrounded by fire, only knew to respond to him, to his kisses, to his movements, to every word he murmured between groans, to everything he gave.

Haniya didn't know when Nabilnir fell asleep, or how she ended the night, but it just felt good, as if all the vacancies were filled.

But he's now facing a little different challenge: the stuff in his crotch is still inside Nabilnier, and he's still alive.

Haniya: "..."

He really didn't have this morning reaction before, because he was a pure angel back then.But just the night before, he was impure.

Haniya felt that she was going to burn again, and frantically tried to hug him away.But the prime minister didn't want to, so he pushed Haniya's hand away from him in a sleepy sleep, hugged his waist tightly, and hummed impatiently and vaguely, "... mine."

"Okay, yours, yours." Hania was embarrassed and funny at the same time, coaxed, and then touched Nabel Nier's cheek helplessly, "Wake up Sissy, let me come out, okay?"

Seraphim subconsciously felt that it might not be good to keep his stuff in there.

Hearing his words in a half-dream and half-awake, Nai Bo Nier woke up a little bit, stunned for a while, and then not only didn't get up, but lowered his waist and pressed himself closer to Haniya's body, muttering unreasonably, " No... mine."

As soon as he moved, he would inevitably be pushed down by Hania's hard penis, and he hummed softly.

When Haniya heard this, she felt more and more restless.Help.

"...Sissy," Seraph bravely went to comfort the sleepy Prime Minister, trying to trick him into obedience, "Can you put the wings away? It's a bit heavy."

Nabel Neal was still sleepy, his head was a little bit immobile, and after thinking for a while, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this request, so he slowly retracted his wings.As a result, as soon as he folded his wings, Haniya turned over in his arms, pressed him under him, then held him down, and carefully pulled himself out.

Nathaniel: "!"

The prime minister is completely awake, and feels cheated.

Haniya is a bad... oh he's not a Son anymore, he's a bad thing.

Naibao Nier sniffled, quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist and watched Seraph complain loudly, "Mine!"

His grievance was so obvious that Hania couldn't help being amused. He stretched out his hand and wrapped the quilt into a ball to cover all the spots and spots, and then hugged him into his arms, "Your, yours, didn't say It's not yours."

The Prime Minister struggled in his arms, buried his face in Haniya's hair and sniffed, then slowly calmed down, put his chin on the man's shoulder obediently, and yawned.

Haniya kissed his cheek, hesitated, and asked him, "What is that... on your stomach?"

Hania had accidentally seen it before when Naibonir was busy seducing him. There seemed to be some lines on Little Original Sin’s lower abdomen, but the color was very light. Haniya thought it was the magic lines of hell, so she didn’t look carefully—mainly I'm too embarrassed to see his body.

But last night, the lines suddenly became brighter, turning into a relatively obvious light golden color, which gave him a strange sense of intimacy.And this pattern is not in the style of hell at all, but... like a mark left by a bright creature.

Haniya was a little concerned.

"Huh?" Surprised by the question he asked, Nabil Neal raised half of his eyebrows, shook his ears again, and then spoke quickly provocatively, "—I won't tell you."

"...Okay." Haniya has no temper at all now.He gave Rebia a break, so he was not in a hurry to go to work, he slowly cast a cleansing spell on himself, got out of bed, found a robe, put it on, and went back to bed, holding a ball of Nabilnier quilt Rubbing face affectionately.

Napoleon grunted softly after being rubbed, curled up softly under the quilt, and soon dozed off sleepily again.Haniya's heart was soft as hell, and he recalled with a little guilt how many times he had tossed people last night.

It seems... not many times...

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Nabo: Bad stuff!

Haniya: Guilty.jpg.【Although there is no place for guilt