[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

In 1921 AD, the time was Taisho, and the art was trendy.Countless new ideas have emerged in the peaceful and comfortable era. Every language must talk about culture and democracy. Students praise artists, poets, writers and scholars. heart of.

However, in Kanagawa, a corner of the capital by the sea, in a quiet old Japanese-style house, a group of people who are out of step with the times are walking towards the main hall.

"Dong dong."

A servant's whispered announcement came from outside the wooden door.

"Officer, that young master is back. The second generation called a meeting in the main hall."

The man leaning on the long table reading a book paused, hummed in a low voice, and slowly stood up.He is tall and straight, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a strong figure, and his facial features are as sharp as a knife.He was wearing a gray and black kimono, with two long swords hanging from his waist, he looked like a swordsman walking out of an ancient painting.

Walking along the corridor to the main hall, Sanada quickly recalled the message of "that young master" from the manservant's mouth.The Baichuan group I am in now is a Kanto branch under the "headquarters" in Kyoto, and this "young master", who is nameless and has no status, can sit on an equal footing in front of this powerful second generation of the Baichuan group.

In private, many members have speculated that this young master is the second generation's spoiled pet, but the means are too powerful.But Sanada accidentally heard the name of that person a few years ago.

To be noticed by such a person, this young master is definitely not an ordinary person.

He walked outside the main hall and met with several cadres. When they met, they nodded without saying a word, and their expressions were very serious.After three months, "Young Master" came back again, this time I am afraid there will be a few fewer people in the group.

Get rid of the shoes and put away the sword.Everyone who stepped into the main hall had to have their weapons taken away. This requirement was not even required when meeting the second generation, but it became a common practice when meeting the young master for the first time in a few months.

Sanada and several others walked to the left middle and rear to stand still.With his current status, he has no right to get too close to that person.Before, it was just once when the young master passed him by, but he was severely punished by the second generation afterwards, and Sanada never dared to approach easily again.

There was silence in the hall, and a little sound gradually approached.

A deep man's voice was speaking, his tone was gentle, not at all like his usual murderous look.The other person who seldom made a sound had a soft voice, Sanada couldn't hear it clearly, and felt itchy in his heart.

The sound of footsteps came closer, outside the open wooden door, a pair of fine calfskin shoes stepped straight on the tatami, and walked in briskly.Everyone in the hall was wearing socks, even the man who walked in with the owner of the leather shoes. The only one who dared to step on the floor in such a majestic manner was no one else except "that young master".

"Ashi, don't be so willful next time. You disappeared for three months without saying a word. Do you know how worried I am?" The young man pulled down, "Newcomers have also joined during this time, let them come out and say hello to you. Hall masters, please sit down too."

The teenager didn't sit on his knees or cross his legs like the others.His beautiful and slender legs stretched out and overlapped, and the slim trousers set off the slender legs. His posture like a western painting reminded everyone who looked at him of an elf taking a nap in the forest.

Sanada's angle is facing the boy's soles, and the luxurious Latin marks the identity of this pair of custom-made leather shoes.

Rome.

He stayed in Italy for three months?

Noticing Sanada's gaze, the boy glanced at him from the corner of his eye. There was a hook in his eye, but it seemed to be hiding a cold arrow. Sanada immediately lowered his head.Several new members stood up behind him and greeted the boy one by one, and then quietly returned to their original positions.

Sanada noticed that the boy would glance in his direction from time to time.

"Ashi, what's the matter with you coming back this time?"

"Of course it's the same as before."

The young man smiled softly, and the air in the hall suddenly froze, "You make me do these dirty hands every time, you have a thick skin."

Being able to talk to the second generation like this, he naturally has his confidence. "Young Master" entered the group at the age of 11 and has only done one thing for three years.

Catch the traitor.

From time to time, he would disappear for a period of time, and when he came back, he would bring a list and thick documents, as long as he threw those papers in front of people, no matter how strong the man was, he would hug his legs and cry bitterly .

"Why am I willing to let your hands get dirty? You are just an investigator. Someone will clean up the house." Nidaimu stretched out his hand to hold the young man's wrist, which was slender and white with a touch of blue, showing the sickly physique of a young man. It is so fragile that it seems that it will break if you break it, "Your hands are the only clean hands we have here."

"Hmph." The young man shook off the man's movements impatiently, got up and walked slowly in front of the crowd, pacing back and forth over and over again, looking at their faces.The cadres and hall masters who were kneeling in the two rows were all famous figures on the list outside, but at this time they dared not show their air, for fear of being noticed by the young man.

The teenager walked to the left, bent down and reached out to grab a man's chin.

"I, I don't have...Master..."

"Hehe, I haven't said anything yet." He twitched the corner of his mouth and let go of his hand, "It's just to see how handsome you are."

He straightened up and stared down at the man's hair, "Although you didn't do anything, your deputy may not be."

"January 1 at 20:23, in the western suburbs of Kyoto, Wuhua Pavilion," the young man said softly, his eyes sweeping over the man's trembling body, "Why, so you know?"

"Master..."

"That one seems to be your cousin? No wonder you are reluctant to confess him." The young man frowned and shook his head, "This is not allowed, the rules in our group are not so loose, we can't just let you go if you are strict with others "He took out a stack of papers from his suit vest, and the thick documents were actually hidden in his waist. When he took them out, his already thin waist was even tighter, "Although there is only one piece of paper, but he It’s not a small thing to do.”

The fluffy document fell to the ground, and the man stared at the paper profusely with sweat.

"Our team is only in the second generation, and we can do so many things. Traitors and undercover agents are treated differently. Seeing your pretty face, I will allow you to choose a more comfortable one for him." Go." The young man smiled and patted the top of the man's head, "But it's about your own reputation, so be careful."

Sweat was dripping down the man's forehead, and it was obvious that everyone in the hall was out of breath even though he was in the spacious Japanese-style room.

The young man sighed, "Every time you are terrified of me, it is clear that I am not the one who sent you on your way."

He put the documents in his hands in front of several people one by one, "I didn't commit any crimes this time, and the people under my hands are not very clean. We are not bad people who harm the people, can we rush outside one by one?"

He turned and walked back, and sat down on the low table in front of Nidaime.His legs were crossed and turned up, the toes of his beautiful leather shoes were pointing mischievously, his arms were folded around his chest, his thin and soft waist was like a snake, "There are quite a few old people here, and they know what I am jealous of."

His eyes cooled down, and after scanning the crowd, he stared straight at Sanada.

"I hate cops the most."

His mouth opened and closed, but Sanada felt his heart was hanging in his throat.

"I don't really mind the traitor, just follow the rules. But if I catch the real thing..."

He locked on Sanada without blinking, the curve of the corner of his mouth was so beautiful that it made people feel chills.

"Speaking of which, the idiot next to me makes people collapse." The boy turned his head and spoke softly to the second generation, "Can I ask you to replace him?"

"What's the matter, he's good at it?" The man frowned.

"Well, something happened abroad before." The boy shrugged nonchalantly, "Will you promise me?"

"Ashi, I have something to do right now..."

"Find someone idle, and that's it." Su pointed, and everyone saw the tall man.

The man frowned even more, "No, this guy hasn't finished the assessment yet..."

"Can't you trust me?" The young man pursed his lips, frowned, his eyes were a little foggy, and he tilted his head pitifully to look at him, "Godfather...promise me."

The man swallowed, and stretched out his hand to hold the boy's wrist, "Of course I believe you, Ashi. The godfather loves you the most."

"Great!" The boy stood up with a smile, his wrist naturally got rid of the restraint of the big hand, and walked to Sanada's side in a few steps.He held Sanada's arm with one hand, and leaned against him as if he was tired, "I've taken a fancy to him a long time ago, thank you Godfather."

"you!"

"Huh? You mean what you say," the young man stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly slid across his lips, his eyes were like silk, "mygodfather..."

The arm beneath him was as stiff as iron.The boy's smile deepened.

-

Sanada was on pins and needles.

This was the first time he entered the young master's room.In the innermost part of the huge Japanese-style room suite, the boy wearing a shirt, trousers and vest looks like a student studying abroad. Who knew that this 14-year-old boy was already on par with the leader in the organization?

After following the boy in and driving out all the servants, the boy closed his eyes and took a nap without saying a word, as if he completely forgot about such a big man.Sanada was still kneeling, with his hands resting on his knees, his head slightly bowed, as if the moment had stopped for too long.

"You are so boring."

Sanada raised her head.The boy lazily nestled on the couch bent one leg, and the slender line was drawn along his trousers to the buttocks, his slender figure was clearly visible.Sanada's gaze slid across the boy's body inch by inch, and came to the face with a mocking expression.

"You are the first one who dares to look at me like this except Godfather."

Sanada didn't doubt this sentence, he suddenly realized that he had made a life-threatening mistake, which may have been seen by this keen person.

"No matter what those bastards are thinking, they are always well-behaved in front of me." Of course the young man knew what they wanted to do to him, but with his ability, no one dared to act presumptuously. "Of course the godfather is courageous." Yes, and what is your confidence, huh?"

Sanada was speechless.

The boy got down from the couch and approached Sanada step by step.

"Speak. Don't let me send you back to the godfather. You know the consequences."

His beautiful calfskin shoes appeared in Sanada's field of vision, and his right foot stepped on Sanada's knee and lit.He was extremely light and didn't use any force at all, but his movements were like hitting the tip of Sanada's heart.

"The subordinates admire you."

The regular tread stopped.

The man raised his head, his deep eyes fixed on the boy's eyes.His eyes were so hot that they could burst into flames, and the teenager felt like a prey.

"The subordinates admire you."

"Don't say subordinates, use 'I' to call yourself."

"I admire you, Master Ashi."

"Who allows you to call me by my name?"

The man was kicked by the boy's calf, but sat still.The boy frowned, and tried a little more, but still remained motionless. "what's wrong with you?"

Sanada reached out and grabbed the boy's ankle, so thin that he could touch the bones, as fragile as a young deer.

"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty years old."

The boy moved his legs, but couldn't break free from his hand, "Let go."

Sanada bowed and let go.

He watched the owner of the ankle circle around him twice, then walked slowly to the porch, looked around, and closed all the wooden doors around him.For a while, there were only the two of them in the closed room.

Sanada's heart skipped a beat.

"You are qualified, and you will travel with me in the future, and you are not allowed to disappear for a second."

"Yes."

"My villa is in another place. I will move there with me tomorrow, and I will stay here temporarily tonight."

"...Do I live with you?"

"Don't use your old traditional thinking. I grew up abroad, and I don't like these miscellaneous troublesome rules." The boy said as he unbuttoned his vest. His fingers were long and white, as beautiful as jade carvings, " I'm going to take a shower, come and serve me."

It was already late at night when Sanada returned to his room.He saw the servant in the corridor. The servant had already packed his luggage. It was a simple bag with nothing but a few pieces of clothing.

"cadre, remember to come back and see us after you graduate."

Sanada hummed and nodded his thanks.The male servant looked at his leaving figure and sighed, everyone has his own destiny, and he was caught by the young master at a glance, what kind of luck is this, incomparable.

Sanada came out of the young master's room with his own small bag, and opened the door to enter when he heard the response from the room.He closed the door and turned around, gasping for breath—

The boy was wearing only a bathrobe, with the neckline wide open, lying on the bed that had been made.He was concentrating on looking at a densely packed foreign document.

"Come and read to me...you, can you understand?" The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at him, Sanada shook his head, completely ignoring the content, and could only stare at the half-exposed spring in a foolish manner.

"Come here and rub my legs."

Sanada responded and knelt beside him.A corner of the fabric was lifted under the bathrobe, revealing half of her white thighs. The delicate skin was like the boiled eggs that Sanada had eaten.

"Use a little force, haven't you given a massage?"

Sanada carefully adjusted the strength, for fear of hurting this delicate body.

"Be smart in the future, don't ask me to say anything." The boy turned over and lay on his back, his thighs protruding from under the bathrobe, and the clothes barely covered the dangerous absolute domain.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Did your previous attendant serve you in the same way?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then smiled for a while.

"Do you think anyone is qualified to be close to me?" He sneered, "Even the godfather can't step into my room and villa, let alone the people he sent."

Sanada paused, "Then you say he..."

"Of course the person is gone, but it has nothing to do with me." The boy stretched his legs lazily and put them on Sanada's lap, "That idiot followed me secretly, and was taken away as a danger."

The hidden meaning of this sentence was so deep that Sanada was momentarily stunned.

Before he came back to his senses, the boy suddenly stretched out a pair of arms around his neck, pulled him down abruptly, and the two hugged each other face to face.

Immediately afterwards, sweet and seductive groans sounded in his ears.

Either high or low, or urgent or slow, sometimes high-pitched as if screaming, and sometimes spreading like crying.

Just listening, Sanada could imagine a scene in his mind that made him lose control, but the reality was that he was propping up on the floor stupidly, and the person in his arms opened his mouth and made a sound with a cold face.

The boy silently mouthed while panting.

——Move.

Sanada swallowed.He held the young man's waist with one hand and moved slowly.The voice beside his ear suddenly became high-pitched and rapid, and he also accelerated the speed in accordance with this rhythm.

Anyone can hear what the two people making noises in the room are doing. Looking into the room through the crack of the door, the boy's white thighs are wrapped around the man's waist, seductive like a white snake.The two overlapping shadows were fighting fiercely, as if they didn't notice that someone was peeping from the corridor.

Sanada's mind went blank.

His hand got in uncontrollably along the unraveled bathrobe, from the bottom to the shoulder.

A slap hit his face, and he woke up instantly.

The boy lying on his back had a frosty face, and knives shot out of his eyes.Sanada quickly backed away, kneeling to one side.

"He's gone, you have to deal with it yourself." The boy sat up, pointed to a bulge on the hem of Sanada's clothes with his toes, and sneered, "You actually used such a nasty method to spy on me, bastard!"

Sanada's face was full of shame, he actually patronized his own mind and didn't notice the problems outside at all.

"In this way, your reputation will not be good from tomorrow. At least one man-favorite is indispensable, and you will be watched by the godfather. If I don't care about you, you won't live for a few more days." The boy smiled. Sitting back on the couch, he looked at Sanada with interest to let the excitement dissipate by his own willpower.

"Do you regret it?"

Sanada hardly dared to look back into the boy's eyes.He never expected to be taken away by this person, nor did he expect that in just one day, he would be promoted to such a high level and be used to the bone.

"No, I am willing to follow the young master."

"Very good." The young man nodded, observed the man's face carefully, and smiled after a while, "If you can show me your ability within a year, this Baichuan group will be at your mercy in the future." not a problem."

Sanada lowered her head and opened her eyes wide.He swallowed silently and held his breath.

"Of course, first of all you have to be white."