Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Tokyo, Roppongi.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yayoi Komodai looked at the unobstructed Tokyo Tower. The still incomparably wide field of vision in the bustling city center made him slowly turn his head. His dull gaze passed through the spacious living room and looked at the place that was asking people to fill the vacant space. Tall teenager getting off the treadmill and exercise equipment.

His eyes moved slowly, from the young man to the side. The surprisingly large living room was distributed with bars, billiards room, and even a whole wine cabinet.

Kojiro Yayoi's eyes gradually became numb as his eyes moved around the room. He closed his eyes and pressed his chest to suppress the sour emotions in his heart, but in the end, he failed.

Yayoi Kojiro avoided the workers who brought all kinds of things in, walked to the front of the sofa and sat down, reached out and took the wonderfully textured dark pillow, leaned on the back of the sofa as soft as a cotton cover, looked at the low-key but low-key The crystal ceiling was not successful, and fell into a deep autism.

Evil capitalism, damn rich, exploiters of the people, dog hanging on the wall!

Guabi himself just finished giving instructions to the workers from the furniture company and the servants who came to help where the things should be placed, and walked lazily over with a pocket in one hand.

The sofa beside her was sunken to such an extent that Yayoi Komyo tilted her body involuntarily.Spreading his arms on the back of the sofa, Gojo Satoru, who was in an arrogant posture with his legs crossed, lowered his head, his eyes fell on the person who hit his chest and stood up instantly, intending to go to the person sitting on the other side.

He raised his eyebrows, raised his arms, and pulled the man down.

Yayoi Komdai who was sitting on the opponent's lap twitched a few times, resisting the urge to swear, pinched the corner of the pillow tightly with her fingers, took a few deep breaths before calming down, and pursed her lips tightly. Flap clasped the wrist in front of him and pulled it out forcefully.

"What are you doing~" Feeling that Gojo Satoru who was being pulled by his hand had gained a bit of strength, not only did Yayoi Kojiro not be able to pull the person away, but he was also led to lean against the firm and tough chest behind him.

Yayoi Komdai, who was leaning against the other party's arms in an awkward posture, turned black instantly, pinched a corner of the pillow and threw it backwards forcefully.

"Scatter!"

"No ~ want ~" came from behind the other party's elongated and even slightly smiling voice, which sounded particularly flat.

Gojo Satoru snatched the pillow he caught, took it to the front and stuffed it back into the opponent's arms, and surrounded the person with the pillow, hugging the person in his arms as if the person in his arms was a pillow. Sitting on the sofa like a large doll, leaning on the other's shoulder and sticking out his head, his eyes kept moving, looking at the orderly workers and servants in the room, curling his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Ah Yue~ I'm so bored~ Let's go somewhere to play."

As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled in his pocket.

Although he agreed to go to a place like the High School of Conjuration, Gojo Satoru, who had no interest and planned to procrastinate for a day, picked up his phone and looked around for fun places nearby, planning to go out for a stroll before coming back.

Anyway, the latest school start time will be in April, and it is still a month or two away from now, which is still early.

As for the others, is he the kind of person who obediently obeys what others say and runs straight to school?

He is not.

It's getting colder here, find a place with better weather.

Gojo Satoru thought casually, adjusted his posture, slid his thumb up and down on the phone screen, and looked at the recently recommended tourist spots introduced above, and unconsciously rubbed the head of the person in his arms with his other hand a few times.

Yayoi Kindai, whose body was uncontrollable, followed the movement of the opponent, feeling the sensation of being rubbed back and forth on his head, a little numbness of resignation gradually appeared on his face, but a murderous look slowly emerged from his usually calm eyes.

He doesn't know what's wrong with this person, he doesn't know when he likes cuddling and cuddling, and what he likes most is the one with him in his arms.Originally, she was a little taller, but Yayoi Komdai, whose height is completely crushed now, suspects that this guy just treats himself as a large doll that can be carried at any time and can also walk by himself.

There is another doubt.

This guy is deliberately retaliating against his behavior of often touching the head and beating the other party when he was young.

Anyway, no matter which one, Yayoi Kodai just wanted to ask him, it's been so long, how childish!

Are you an unweaned brat!Skin hunger or something!Do you feel uncomfortable without holding something in your arms or what?Go and buy a life-sized bear by yourself, okay?

Yayoi Komdai, who was made more and more irritable by the other party's more and more domineering actions, sighed deeply, pressed the center of her brows to soothe her numbed head, relaxed her body resignedly, and leaned against the fleshy wall behind her to find her. I took a more comfortable position and closed my eyes, intending to make up for the sleep time when I was woken up at six or seven in the morning to pack my luggage.

"Ayue, what do you think of this place?" After looking for a long time, I finally found a place where the sun is shining this season and I can go there to play. , the voice gradually weakened.

Although a few years older than him, the little guard with a much smaller skeleton leaned against his chest, holding the soft pillow with both hands, and his soft black hair hung down on his forehead, falling on his eyebrows. layer shadows.

Through the gaps in the broken hair, one could faintly see the frown that seemed to be furiously furrowed even in sleep. Under the well-shaped eyebrows were thick and slender eyelashes, which fluctuated slightly with the breathing rate.

Like two small brushes shaking slowly, scratching a little numb itching in people's hearts.

Gojo Satoru looked down, looking at the other's upturned nose bridge and full lips, a faint whiteness could be seen from the slightly parted lips.

He looked at it for a while, curled his lips, looked away, and looked at the phone in his hand.

How can this guy grow longer and smaller? It's fine if he doesn't grow much, but he feels like he's shrunk. It's so small, it's weird and perverted.

In the past few years, Gojo Satoru, whose figure has suddenly grown a lot like eating feed, complained in his heart, while moving his fingers, pressed a certain page on the phone screen, and then clicked the red button for making an appointment, the corner of his mouth slightly With a smirk, he turned off the phone screen and threw it on the sofa next to him.

Arms back, placed on the back of the sofa, looking down at the person on his lap, as if infected by the other person's excessively regular and gentle breathing, he raised his hand and yawned, wiped the physiological saline overflowing from the corner of his eyes, and held on Cheek looked at the busy crowd in the room, waved to the servant sent by the family over there, and whispered a few words in the other's ear when they came over.

After receiving the order, the servant also responded in a low voice. Before leaving, he bowed deeply to the young master on the sofa. When he raised his gaze, he glanced at the person sitting with him in an ambiguous posture, without revealing anything. Nodding to Gojo Satoru with the slightest emotion, he left silently, opened the door of the apartment and walked out quickly after explaining to the others to keep his voice down.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the back of the person leaving, and then looked back at the person in his arms with lowered eyes, his blue and Wugou eyes were filled with impatience and concealed excitement.

After the sleepy boy wakes up, he will definitely be moved and cry bitterly. As expected of him, he is so thoughtful.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, rubbed the head in his arms a few times, watched the other party frown as if he was unbearably disturbed, put down his hand with a snort, wrapped his thin waist, propped his cheek and closed his eyes Rest up and wait for the servant to come back after finishing his work.

……

I don’t know if this kind of thing will happen to others, but when Yayoi Komise woke up and opened his eyes, he found that he had changed places. The balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was full of warm and dazzling sunlight. He has the heart to kill.

Outside, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and there were sand, sea, and people.

Under the coconut trees, someone is trying to climb up to pick the fruiting coconuts, and blonde girls in bikinis are slowly stepping on the soft, light white sand with summer drinks in their hands.

Occasionally, I could see a few little girls lying on the shallows, picking up shells and conchs. The young man threatened the girls who came to play with him with the starfish he picked up, and when the other party turned pale, he ran to the side and stood at the original place. He put his hips on his hips and laughed, his face reddened by the sun exuded a youthful and energetic atmosphere.

Looking at the scenes that should not exist in this season, looking at the blond hair and eyes of various colors on the heads of those passing by outside, as well as some foreign friends with black hair and black skin that obviously do not meet the aesthetics of Asia, her face directly green.

What the hell... what the hell!

Because of the scene outside, Yayoi Komdai, who even thought he was still dreaming, pinched the flesh on his leg fiercely, the pain was completely confiscated, and his eyes were moist in an instant, rubbing the pinched place, hissing hissingly. air conditioner.

Gojo Satoru, who put on beach shorts and a shirt, opened the door and walked in. The person sitting on the bed raised his head after hearing the sound, his bright golden eyes were not as calm as before, and were moist with water vapor. Circle after circle of ripples, the wet eyelashes trembling slightly, the slightly red eye sockets and pale face made Wujo Wu's footsteps stop instantly.

Why are you really moved to cry?Can't it?

He touched the back of his head and went to the closet beside him, took out the same beach surfing suit that he had bought earlier, then walked to the bedside, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and change your clothes when you wake up, this time The weather will be fine in a while, let's go surfing,"

surf……?

Yayoi Komyo watched the colorful beach pants and shirts he handed to her, and then slowly raised his head to look at the face whose smile was more dazzling than the sunlight outside. After returning to his thoughts, Yayoi Komyo realized what was going on now, and slowly pinched his fingers Tight, his chest uncontrollably heaved slightly angrily, his eyes were reddish and he stared at the unconscious person.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and punched the face with the sunglasses full of anger.

Either this guy died here today, or he was dragged to dry fish!

Show it off, you son of a bitch!

……

"Hey, are you really a high school student?"

"It's so tall~ Are all Japanese boys so tall now?"

Under the bright sunshine, young and beautiful young girls with blond hair and blue eyes surrounded the tall white-haired boy, their mouths were full of surprises, and their beautiful eyes were full of pure and lovely curiosity.

The sexy bikinis perfectly presented the beautiful figures of the girls, and the bright faces carried a pleasant youthful atmosphere.

"Do you want to play together?" One of the short-haired girls boldly sent out an invitation, her enthusiastic eyes lingered on the white-haired boy's exposed abdominal muscles, and finally raised her eyes to look at that very outstanding face, with strong eyes interest of.

"Okay~" Gojo Satoru responded with a smile, pushed down his sunglasses, turned his head and waved to the person sitting under the umbrella not far away: "Ayue, I'll go and play with them for a while and I'll be back~"

The eyes of the girls followed where he was looking, and saw the black-haired boy sitting under the sun umbrella with a cold face. His outstanding facial features and cool temperament made him feel like a glass of cold drink in summer. People feel refreshed from the bottom of their hearts.

"Is it your friend? He looks so good-looking!" The girls showed their love for beautiful things, and another girl with big waves sent out an invitation enthusiastically: "Ask him to come and play together, there are so many people It's more lively~"

"No way~" Gojo Satoru turned his head, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and winked at the girls playfully: "He doesn't like places with many people, and if he used to make trouble with him, he would definitely be angry, that guy It's super scary when I'm angry, and I was beaten by him here."

While Gojo Satoru was speaking, he lifted up a little of his shirt, exposing the bruise on his chest in front of several girls.Seeing their scared expressions, he smiled and said, "So it's better not to provoke him, you know?"

"It's so fierce, you can still beat people..."

"Yeah, I can't do this..."

The girls muttered for a while, and looked at the boy under the umbrella with some pity. After this understanding, the original cold temperament became another explanation in their eyes. His personality was withdrawn, gloomy and out of gregarious, maybe even There are also violent tendencies, the kind of lone wolf who is cruel to his friends.

"Obviously he looks so good-looking..." The girls sighed, and looked back at the tall, mighty, handsome young man in front of them, feeling a little more comforted in their hearts.

Fortunately, this is not the case. To be able to tolerate that kind of friend must have a good personality and such a good-looking appearance.

"Then let's go play~" The girl's crisp voice was like juice that had been refrigerated in summer, cold and sweet.After the other party nodded, they walked to the other side with a bright smile on their faces, and those who had a better relationship hooked their wrists and chatted chirpingly.

"What are we going to play, beach volleyball or swimming~"

"It's okay~"

"Then let's play volleyball first. Does Japan still like to cut watermelons? Let's play for a while~"

The voice gradually faded away, and the youthful and energetic backs of several people in the sun made Yayoi Kojima feel out of place with the surroundings. He looked at Gojo Satoru who was leaving with the girls, and who was sitting under the umbrella with his knees hugged. The shadow sighed deeply.

So what is this kid pulling him out for?

Really...

Why did the kitty grow up and become more and more doggy, and brought people to this kind of place without saying a word, and even ran out to play by himself, who taught him to do this?

damn thing.

Even if there are umbrellas to block the surrounding area, there is a kind of heat. The seaside is not very stuffy, and the occasional sea breeze is very comfortable. Mixed with the warmth brought by the sun, it makes people feel drowsy.

Looking at the vast and boundless sea and the frolicking crowd, Yayoi Kojima yawned wearily, and simply lay down on the beach chair, slowly closing her eyes as if the noise around her was a lullaby.

……

Gojo Satoru, who played with the beautiful girls for about an hour, gradually felt a little bored. After exchanging contact information with a few people, he said goodbye to each other, and walked slowly back to the place just now.

Along the way, he saw young people laughing and splashing each other in the sea water. He stopped and watched the sea water being picked up by those people, shining crystal light under the sun. The bright smile echoed the blue sea and blue sky behind him.

This is the correct way to open the beach, right?he thinks.

Thinking of a little guard who made him go out more seriously than killing him, Gojo Satoru curled his lips a little dissatisfied, put his hands in his pockets and continued to walk forward.

Really, what the hell is it to stay under the umbrella when you go to the beach, but he thought that guy was very moved.

It's been so long and I still hate the sun so much, what a stinking problem.

Not intending to get used to the other party anymore, Gojo Satoru, who wanted to grab him out to play with him this time, walked back aggressively to the place just now.As soon as he walked under the umbrella, he felt the eyes of the surroundings kept looking at him. Gojo Satoru, who is very sensitive to the sight, frowned impatiently, and looked around with an unfriendly expression, and he only retracted it when the eyes converged. Gaze towards the culprit who attracted those gazes.

The boy on the beach chair can only be regarded as average, but his body proportions are abnormally good. The slender and straight legs under the beach pants have a jade-like luster, and the slightly curved knees reveal a touch of luster. The pink, thin white ankles and slightly curled toes are inexplicably mixed with a certain sense of sex, and the protrusions on the ankles are so delicate that people want to hold them in their hands and play with them.

The young man's peaceful sleeping face is full of defenseless ease, his soft black hair is attached to his forehead obediently, and when he wakes up, the sense of distance that strangers should not get close to is reduced by half. He looks well-behaved and obedient, with a youthful air But it seems to be full of some kind of daydream allure.

Looking at the boy who was sleeping peacefully on the beach chair but was particularly eye-catching, Gojo Satoru gradually frowned.

How can this guy... fall asleep in a place like this?

The occasional sights from around made him inexplicably unhappy, as if someone was trying to invade the lion's territory, making him feel provocative.

Gojo Satoru was stunned by the sight around him, causing an unconscious coldness to flash across his eyes. He didn't quite understand the source of the restlessness in his heart. He attributed the unhappiness in his heart to his guards who were not doing their job properly or not.

How can there be a guard who does not accompany the master and falls asleep anytime, anywhere?Whose guards work like this?

He was bored to death, but this man was fine, his cheeks were flushed and he looked contented while sleeping.

Gojo Satoru squatted down, looked at the sleeping face of the little guard, raised his hand to pinch the soft cheek in an increasingly unhappy mood.

Yayoi Kojiro, who was sleeping peacefully, felt the pain on his face, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he unconsciously raised his hand to pat it.

Holding the wrist that was slapped towards the face, Gojo Satoru was in a worse mood.

He simply half-kneeled on the sand, bowed left and right, pinched the other's cheek with both hands and pulled it out.The young man raised his hand unconsciously and patted his arm without any pain at all. Gojo Satoru pinched the opponent's cheek and kneaded it non-stop, humming coldly and counting the time in his heart to see when this guy would wake up.

Yayoi Komdai, who was really unbearable, slowly opened his eyes, his blurred vision saw a enlarged face and he woke up instantly. Looking at the other person's posture and the pain and touch on his face let him know immediately that he had been disturbing his sleep all this time. What is it.

He looked into those unapologetic and even complacent eyes, raised his hand expressionlessly, and slapped the back of the other's head hard, completely unaware of the consequences of their current posture and such actions. , In the end, because he couldn't dodge in time, his mouth and nose hurt from being hit directly, and there was even a bloody smell coming out of his mouth.

"hiss……"

The effect of force is reciprocal. Gojo Satoru, who was hit hard both front and back, twisted his face for a moment. He bent down and covered his nose and mouth. The other hand was busy covering the back of his head. The same person covering his mouth and frowning.

The pair of foggy eyes that stared at him made him stop angrily, looking at the teardrops condensed on the eyelashes of the man, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little guilty, but the guilt was swept away in the next second, and he The villain, who covered his mouth and made a loud noise, filed the complaint first.

"What are you doing, do you know that..."

The more and more water mist in the golden eyes made his voice gradually weaken, and in the end he couldn't even hear what he was talking about.

But hearing the snarky tone in front of him, Jindaiya, who had finally slept and was disturbed by someone's clear dream, was so angry that his mouth still smelled of rust, so he raised his foot and kicked him directly.

This fucking, where did the dog thing come from!Give his pussy back!

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru held it with one hand, rubbed his fingers unconsciously on the protruding ankle a few times, and shouted in an unhappy tone: "What's the matter with you, you just come out to play and sleep in a place like this. Yes, you are still so confident when you hit someone."

"I'm going to be angry!"

I can't kill you!

Kojiro Ya moved his leg and did not pull it back. Relying on himself to lie on the beach chair, he raised his other leg and stepped on his face in the slightest manner.

"Hey! Ah Yue!"

"I'm really going to get angry again! I'm serious!" Wujo Wujo, who covered his mouth and had no extra hand to cover it, turned his face, and was pushed back by the force of his feet, and his other hand was firmly Hold each other's ankles.

"Let go." Yayoi Kojiro's nasal voice came from his subordinates, muffled, it sounded inexplicably to Gojo Satoru as if this person had been wronged.

Gojo Satoru paused, held the feet on the back of his hands with his backhand, pulled them aside, leaned forward, and stared at the opponent's eyes carefully.

"... You bastard, you won't really cry, will you?"

Yayoi Kojiro couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes at him, raised his hand to withdraw the big face that was about to reach his face, and asked angrily, "What are you doing, didn't you go out with those girls? Why are you back so early!"

"I'm not afraid that you are too boring alone, who do you think I am for!"

Gojo Satoru yelled dissatisfiedly at his subordinates, his glasses were pushed aside.Feeling the unrelenting force on his face, he was so angry that he let go of his hands, and lifted him up from the chair easily in the current posture of the two of them.

Yayoi Kamiyoi, whose body suddenly flew into the air, subconsciously hooked his neck and circled his waist. When he came back to his senses, a dry look appeared on his face. He shrank his toes in shame, and gnashed his teeth and whispered in his ear.

"You fucking put me down!"

The author has something to say: So what, pay attention to the influence of the public.

Although Wu Wuzi didn't think too much about it, Brother Sheng said that today, either the chicken or the cat will die or he will die, and one of them will die here :)

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I'm too sleepy today, it's a bit late, Jia Geng also forgot to count, it's almost a useless pigeon (An Ning)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Di 1;