Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Gojo Satoru felt that something was not quite right.

Especially when he saw the person who did that kind of thing last night without any awkwardness or expression as usual the next day, he felt that something was very wrong.

Doesn't this guy feel shy? ?

He stared at the person sitting outside the coffee shop eating ice cream until his eyes became sour, but the black-haired boy opposite seemed to have blocked all the signals, licking the ice cream carelessly while playing with his mobile phone.

His gaze involuntarily moved to the other party's frozen pink lips. Compared with the light lip color, the bright red tongue/head was very eye-catching. It protruded from the gap between the lips, licking the ice cream again and again, The melted ice cream dyed the lips brightly, and the slightly drooping eyebrows and lazy expression looked in the eyes of Gojo Wujo...//Desperately lustful!

Gojo Satoru obviously felt that the sight around him began to increase. Obviously, he was not the only one who felt this way.

Leaving aside other things, these sights really annoyed him.

What to look at, his little guard, his!

The young master wearing sunglasses gritted his teeth secretly, then looked at the unconscious person on the opposite side, stood up suddenly with the support on the table, and leaned over to take a big bite of the ice cream he was holding in his hand.

Yayoi Komdai, who was looking at the phone but it didn't mean that her senses were completely out of order, paused for a moment, slowly raised her eyelids, raised her eyes from the phone to look at the big face that suddenly approached her.The big boy who stole other people's food and still looked arrogant gave him a look inexplicably, and Yayoi Kojiro looked at him quietly for a while.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought he wanted to say something, he saw the man move suddenly.

The white mobile phone was placed on the table, and the black-haired boy stretched out his finger and scraped it around his mouth, and then he saw the man stuff the scraped ice cream into his mouth naturally along with his fingertips.

Gojo Gojo stared blankly at his movements, the distance was so close that he could hear the sticky//greasy sound of licking his fingers.

The man seemed to have done something very natural. After licking the ice cream, he took out a tissue to wipe his hands without saying a word, leaned back on the seat, and passed the hand holding the ice cream towards him. , the other hand picked up the phone and started playing on its own. Compared with the white phone case, the fingers, which are not much darker in color, look great. The bones are perfect and the skin is fine. The nails and fingertips are still light Light pink, like pink nail polish, full of color.

His mouth was almost numb from the ice cream, but Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that the surroundings were extremely hot, so hot that his head was a little dazed.

It wasn't until the man raised his eyes from the phone and looked over with indifference, that he sat back in his original position as if he had been electrocuted, turned his legs crossed and turned to one side, resting his hands on the table, looking at him with a stinking expression Opposite of the road.

Feeling the burning ears under his hands that were rolled twice in the fire, the young master became even more upset.

He glanced aside inadvertently, seeing the man with the same expression as before, and looked away with inexplicable indignation.

This flamboyant guy knows how to attract bees and butterflies every day, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself in the public.

No shame at all!

Gojo Satoru muttered endlessly in his heart, glanced at the person over there who made him feel so bad that he was completely indifferent, the more he thought about it, the more angrily he got up from the chair suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and said with a displeased breath He left without saying a word.

Yayoi Kojiro, who was left behind, looked at the back of him slowly leaving, and then looked at the ice cream in his hand that had melted a lot, moved his mouth a few times, put the swear words between his lips, and put the phone back in his pocket in silence , took a few tissues on the table, then got up from the chair, took a half-eaten ice cream and put it to his mouth, biting, and followed slowly.

……

Looking at the young master who suddenly went further and further away in the gap between the crowd, Yayoi Komodai stuffed the last bite of egg roll into his mouth, stopped slowly, wiped his hands with a tissue, and Looking around, I saw a green trash can at the side alley and walked over.

After throwing out the trash, he tidied up his clothes, put on his hat, and looked for a mask in his pocket, looking like a criminal.

He turned around, looked at the dense crowd and the scorching sun, and was silent for a while, thinking it was better to just wait for the young master to come back to him after losing his temper.

The idea of ​​being very passive and sabotage in her mind was recognized, Yayoi Komyo raised her hand and yawned, walked a little to the side, walked to a cool place in the alley and leaned against the wall, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and lit it once and for all.

I don't know how long it took, but his vision suddenly dimmed. Yayoi Komise, who thought it was the young master who had returned, looked up from the phone, and what caught his sight was a tall, strong, and mighty black-haired man.

Yayoi Kojiro's eyes lingered for a moment on the full//full chest muscles of the other party who was about to stretch the T-shirt, and then slowly raised his head, looking at the scar on the corner of the mouth, the black hair and green eyes wearing a simple attire that was extraordinarily sexy// His expression resembled that of a man in a nightclub cowboy.

The man yawned greatly under his gaze, while reaching out to him, he said one word concisely: "Money."

Yayoi Kojiro put down his phone, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you here."

"Work." The man scratched his hair with a dejected expression, his eyes fell on the young man's beautiful eyes, and he grinned a little. "I didn't expect to run into it here. It just so happens that I have no money." His expression seemed to say that he had finally caught a fat sheep.

Yayoi Kojiro looked at the man in front of him who looked like he was running over to ask for debts, a few black lines slid down his head. "No money."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Believe it or not." Yayoi Kodai didn't bother to talk to him, lowered his head, took out his phone and started playing on his own.Seeing him like this, the black-haired man clicked his tongue in displeasure, walked to the wall next to him and leaned against it, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

"Haven't you had enough of the master-servant game?"

The sound of clicking the ignition was a little obvious in the narrow alley. The man finished his speech with a cigarette in his mouth, mumbled indistinctly, and then breathed out with the cigarette holder between his mouth. The smell of smoke dissipated immediately.

Outside the alley, the sun is shining brightly, the crowd is surging, and the alley that is not exposed to any light source appears to be dimly lit and the outside is like two completely different worlds.

The dilapidated walls, the mottled ground, and the damp and unpleasant smell, but the two of them blended in perfectly as if they didn't feel it at all.

Listening to the question next to her, Yayoi Komise stopped moving her fingertips. "Are you free?"

"I don't have any money, I'm free." The man shook the cigarette ash, walked down the wall, squatted on the ground, looked up at the bright blue sky between the wall and the wall, and expressed his depression to the fullest.

Yayoi Komyo looked down at the person at his feet, then turned his gaze back to the phone screen, and asked, "Where's Suzuna?"

"at home."

"... Scum." Leaving his wife and young son at home alone, he ran to this place by himself.

"Raising a family, you little brat knows nothing."

"Being a breadwinner means losing all the rewards?" Yayoi Komise mocked in a cool tone, "Suzuna is so miserable."

"...You have been no big or small since just now, calling you teacher's wife, brat."

Yayoi Kojiro put down her phone, looked down at the man exuding decadence at her feet, "When did you become my master?"

The man smoking a cigarette raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then retracted his gaze, and looked at the decayed wall opposite: "You learned physical skills from me, are you so ungrateful after only a few years with the young master?"

Yayoi Kojiro twitched the corner of her mouth, raised her foot and kicked him. "Show face."

The man who suddenly appeared was named Chanyuan Shier, one of the three imperial families, the former son of the Chanyuan family, several years older than him.The reason why he is the former son is because, as the son of a conjurer family, after the other party was tested to have no magic power when he was seven years old, he was directly regarded as a shame by the family and completely gave up.

As for their relationship, probably in the year when 'his' parents had just passed away, 'I' who wanted to become stronger ran to the famous training ground of the three major families, and was almost swallowed alive by the curses cast inside, and was finally killed by just The passing man was saved.

It doesn't seem to be a rescue, this guy just felt that those invisible things were blocking the way, so he just tore them up.

To say that the act of kindness from the heart of saving people is completely inconsistent with Zenyuan Shier who ran off to become a bounty man when he was a teenager.

After all, this is a crumb who can ask for 100 million life-saving money from a young man who has just survived and is covered in blood.

Yayoi Kojiro looked at the man who was holding his ankle and smoking lazily, moved his foot, pulled back when the other party let go, and leaned against the wall to manipulate the phone to transfer some money.

"Pocket money for Suzuna." He said coldly, "I'll check it out in a few days. If I don't bring it back, I'll tell Suzuna that you have a lover outside."

"It's not big or small." Chanyuan Shier murmured, listened to the transfer notification tone on the phone, took out the phone, looked at the text message, and raised his eyebrows. "It's great to be a guard for the young master. You don't have to do anything to get such a high salary."

"May I recommend you?"

"No." Chanyuan Shier threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and crushed the still smoking cigarette butt, yawned lazily and said: "I can't serve the young master."

While speaking, he glanced at the young man with cold eyes beside him, suddenly bent down, pulled off the mask on the other party's face, and propped the wall next to the other party's ear, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, speaking with a bit of malice : "You are well-raised, the young master didn't ask you to help with your physical needs?"

His gaze portrayed the boy's facial features a little frivolously, the coldness between the brows and the golden eyes bright as the morning light made his face more malicious.

Zenyuan Shier raised his hand and pinched the young man's chin upwards, forcing people to look up.The thin white neck and the delicate Adam's apple can be seen at a glance, he lowered his head, and got very close, as if he was about to kiss, Yayoi Kamiyo could smell the strong smell of cigarettes on the other party's body.

Although he didn't repel him, but he didn't really like him, he frowned, looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be about to do something, raised his hand, and pushed his face away.

"stinky."

He said without hiding his dislike at all, Chanyuan Shier saw the young man's frowning eyebrows and delicate and cold face through his fingers, snorted, let go of the other's chin, and pulled the hand on his face aside.

"You guy, you're eighteen, haven't you done that kind of thing?"

"This is impossible, it's too wasteful." Chanyuan Shier said with a smile, pressed the wrist he was holding on to the wall, approached again with strong aggression, and pulled himself with the other hand The collar of the clothes was lowered a little, and he said lustfully, "Do you need Master to teach you what to do?"

Yayoi Kojiro glanced at his wrist, then at his movements, thought for a while, raised his hand and quickly pressed a few buttons on the phone.

Listening to the broadcast sound coming from the mobile phone, he clicked his tongue on the Chanyuan who had memorized the syllable by heart, grabbed the other party's mobile phone, put it in front of him, and saw his wife's nickname on it as expected.

"Are you three years old this year? You only want to complain?" He looked at the other party with some disdain, while deleting the number on the dial pad, and after exiting the phone interface, he saw the background of the screen above and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you and Your young master played well."

Kojiro Yayoi didn't bother to pay attention to him, took the phone back and put it in his pocket, withdrew his hand from the big palm that didn't use much force, and pushed the person away.

"Go on your own."

"I don't know what's the meaning of this kind of master-servant game." Zenyuan Shier expressed his incomprehension, muttered something, and walked out while scratching the back of his head.

"When you've played enough, remember to come and help early."

"No one watches some tasks slow to death."

He turned his back to the opponent and waved his hands. When he walked outside the alley, he seemed to think of something suddenly. He stopped at the junction of the light, and turned his head. Full of unspeakable power aesthetics.

Zenyuan Shier stood in the sun and tilted his head slightly, his black hair swaying, and the green eyes below were almost black with dark green, like a piece of fine emerald.

He casually looked at the young man who was still standing in the shadows, and slowly said: "Don't get too into the drama, that kind of young master is not something you can play with casually, brat."

"The young master doesn't like dirty mice, trust is easier to break than paper for them."

"Dirty rats should stay in the underground sewer honestly. The resplendent palace is not suitable for us. Be careful of allergies."

After speaking, he casually raised his hand, turned around, and said lazily, "Let's go."

Yayoi Kojiro watched as his back slowly receded, disappeared into the crowd, and finally disappeared.Suddenly, a dazzling white streak appeared from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and moved his gaze to one side. The outstanding young master stood in the crowd and looked around eagerly. Found.

When the man glanced over, the expression on his face suddenly became annoyed, and he pushed aside the crowd arrogantly and recklessly and ran to him full of anger.

"Why are you running around?!" Gojo Satoru looked at the person standing at the entrance of the alley with a face like a normal person, and all his original worries turned into anger and rushed straight to the top of his head, making him yell without restraint: "With you Is it your guard? You can’t even follow behind, and if you get lost, I have to come back to look for you, so what’s the use of you!”

"Believe it or not, if I send you back to the clan, it's no use at all, just cause me trouble!"

Yayoi Kojima looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of him, looked at the eyes that were shining brightly because of anger, pursed his lips, stepped forward and raised his hand to pull his clothes, and whispered: "You are walking too fast gone."

"...Then don't you know tell me to slow down?!" The totally unreasonable young master paused for a moment and then yelled at him louder, "Do you know how long this young master has been looking for!"

Yayoi Kodai raised his eyes, looked at the young master who was getting more and more angry, raised his hand, and stroked the somewhat messy hair on his head.Gojo Satoru slapped it away angrily, and shouted in a vicious voice: "Don't think that I will forgive you, what the hell are you trying to do!"

"It's okay to be out of tune at ordinary times, but there are so many people running around, what if something happens!" He looked into the other person's eyes, then suddenly stopped, and then added with a slightly faster tone: "I am Said, what if someone comes to trouble me! You are my bodyguard! Why are you running around if you are not by my side to protect me!"

Looking at the young master who often said verbally that he didn't need protection, that he was the strongest, and that he would hide behind him obediently when something happened to him, Yayoi Kojiro tilted his head, stepped forward again, and reached out to hug him The opponent's waist.

"Enlightenment."

Gojo Satoru was full of annoyance because of this intimate address. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person leaning on his chest. He tried a few times, but the anger that was stirred up couldn't make him roar as loudly as before. It made him even more annoyed.

"What are you doing!" Gojo Satoru replied gruffly, and Yayoi Kojo rubbed his chest while whispering, "My head hurts."

"...Don't act like a baby!" Wujo Satoru scolded, while raising his hand to touch the opponent's forehead.I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems to be hotter than usual.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and pushed the person away, "Are you a pig? I don't know if I'm uncomfortable, but I've been running outside for so long."

Yayoi Kojiro listened to his taunting in a harsh tone, while duplicity turned around and half-kneeled in front of her, pretending to carry her back, a few black lines slowly slid down her head.

"Why are you standing still! Come up!" Gojo Satoru, who waited for a while and didn't wait for the other party to come up, turned around, and when he saw the person standing still in a daze, he felt even more upset.

"Could it be possible that I still have to beg you??"

He didn't realize that such behavior was too out of bounds for the relationship between the master and the guard, and even completely reversed his identity. While scolding the other party for his lack of etiquette and respect, the young master stared at the people behind him as if it was a matter of course.

"hurry up!"

"Why are you dawdling, are you a snail?"

Yayoi Kojiro opened her mouth, then closed it silently, and slowly lay on the opponent's generous back with a little bit of entanglement.Sensitive big//legs were pinched, he moved a little uncomfortably, and the next second came a vicious reprimand: "What are you moving?"

Yayoi Kojiro had no choice but to stay still, put her arms around the neck of the other party, watched her gaze slowly rise, and experienced the 1.9-meter world on the young master's back.

"All day long, he knows he's causing me trouble." Gojo Satoru kept complaining as he walked back with his back on his back. "You can get heat stroke after a while in the sun, are you the princess and the pea? You're so weak."

"How can you be a subordinate like you." Hearing the awkward complaints from the person in front of him, the corners of Yayoi Komyoi's mouth slowly turned up a little, completely ignoring it.

"Let me tell you, today's business is endless." Gojo Satoru was still muttering, and Kojiro Yayoi closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder to listen quietly.

"Remember to compensate me when you recover, you know? There is no subordinate who can be carried back by the master, no big or small."

Obviously you have to recite it yourself.

Yayoi Komichi couldn't help retorting in a low voice in her heart, and then heard the person in front of her muttering: "I'm really at a loss, I don't care, when you are well, you must obediently listen to me, and do whatever you are asked to do. No quarrels, no anger, no rebuttals."

Those who are not allowed to be domineering make people want to pinch him.

Yayoi Kojiro opened his eyes, looked at the strands of hair swaying in front of him as he walked, the gazes from the people around made him pause, and he silently put on the mask on his face.

"Let's go back to Japan, shall we?" He whispered into the other's ear, Wujo Wujo's footsteps paused slightly, thinking of the weak chicken system behind him who suffered from heat stroke after two days in the sun, he flattened his mouth and said reluctantly: " Then you have to listen to me when you go back."

"……Um."

"No running around."

"Ah."

"Accompany me to curse high school."

"Hmm...?" Yayoi Kojiro's voice in the middle of her answer suddenly turned around, and she looked at the young master's side face full of question marks. "What am I going to do?"

"Are you going to take care of me?? What are you going to do if you don't go to school with me??" Gojo Wujou was furious when he mentioned this matter. This guy would rather stay at home and play games than go out to school with him. what!

... But, you are going to study, young master, and he is gone, why do you want to go back to the first year of high school? !Did this guy make a mistake!

"I don't care, I can go back to Japan anyway, but you have to accompany me to school."

"Otherwise I won't go back!"

It was only now that Yayoi Kojiro understood what was the fundamental purpose of this guy suddenly bringing him to this kind of place. He was choked up against the scorching sun and the strange eyes of the people around him.

And it was so choked up that I couldn't say a word.

……

When he arrived at the hotel, Gojo Satoru put him on the bed, started to pack his luggage with great interest, and even took out his mobile phone to book a flight ticket back to Japan in the evening. Yayoi Kojo watched him running around in the room, changing himself The clothes that were going to be sent for cleaning were stuffed into the suitcase.

Laughed angrily.

He endured it, but he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He picked up a pillow beside him and threw it at the young master who was squatting in front of the closet and humming a little song to pack his things.

"What are you doing~" Gojo Satoru turned around dissatisfied, and then saw the person on the bed looking at him with reddish eyes, his eyes lit up, he got up quickly, and walked to the bedside in two or three steps , and then jumped over.

Yayoi Kojiro hurriedly rolled to the side, avoiding the young master who was rushing up like a mountain, and before the other party got up, he sat on his back and took another pillow to slap the back of the head fiercely.

"Hey! You're cheating!" Gojo Gojo's muffled voice came from the bed, and Yayoi Kojiro sneered, smashing without any effort.

Gojo Satoru, who had been smashed several times, grabbed his wrist with his backhand when the opponent fell down again, and then pulled him off forcefully.Looking at the boy whose eyes were red with anger under his pressure, Gojo Satoru grinned wickedly.

"Ah Yue is so cute, she gets jealous when she teases her, she looks like a little rabbit."

Yayoi God: "..."

He watched the man leaning down, his tall figure filled his field of vision, and his bright blue eyes shone like glass.

"Ah Yue." Gojo Satoru rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly receded, and the color of his eyes gradually became deep and obscure.

"Don't stay too far away from me."

"Such a lovely Ah Yue will be targeted by bad things with malicious intentions as soon as she goes out."

"Only by my side is the safest. After all, I will be the strongest one." He smiled and squeezed the boy's cheeks, looking at the golden eyes with misty eyes and reddish rims, as if being sucked into a whirlpool. I can't move my eyes away.

The tall boy lowered his eyes and stroked the other's eyelids with his fingers, slowly moving down from the eyes to the bridge of the nose.

The author has something to say:

Brother Sheng: Ask a person who is about to graduate to accompany you back to the first year of high school, are you sick? :)

Wu Wuzi: Anyway, I don't care, I want Ah Yue to accompany me to school!

Brother Sheng: ... Are you a kid who just entered kindergarten!

Wu Wuzi: I am! (shock)

Brother Sheng: ……………………

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Originally, it was necessary to add more, but my brain hurts, let’s talk about it tomorrow, anyway, there must be a lot of it to be paid, you are really scary (Peace)

The mines are almost full, but fortunately, the nutrient solution is still close (breath of relief)