Vest life from scratch

Many people know that there is a default rule for the code names in this organization.

The code names of male members generally use spirits, while the code names of female members basically use wine and fruit wine.

From this, it can be judged that the newly added cider is most likely a woman.

Women with special status...

There were subtle expressions on the faces of many members.

Barceló is one of them.

So when he was led to the cider by the bartender in the bar under the control of the organization, he fell silent when he saw that beautiful and handsome face that was obviously not female.

The young man in the red cloak was sitting in front of the bar drinking with his face propped up, the pure red hood with a few strands of dark gold thread scattered behind his back.

He half-closed his eyes seemingly casually, his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the bright red wine soaked his scarlet lips, shining with a crystal luster under the ambiguous light, which made him feel Dry mouth.

"Sir, someone has brought it for you."

The bartender who brought him seemed very afraid of disturbing the other party's elegance, spoke in a very low voice, and left like chasing a scourge after only saying it once.

...can he hear it?

He is not good at dealing with this kind of people who seem to feel that they are noisy.

Barceló thought anxiously.

Fortunately, Cider did hear the bartender's voice, and slowly shifted his gaze to him, which was originally focused on the liquor.

The bartender who serves cider at the bar also casts an unexplained gaze on him—Barcelo then recognized that the bartender was actually a very high-ranking member of the organization, whose code name seems to be It was Rum - and then the other party looked at his face with a cold and disdainful sneer.

What are you laughing laughing!

No matter how you say it, my face is prettier than your passer-by face!

For some reason, Barcelo, who understood the meaning of the other party's sneer, lowered his head tremblingly on the surface, but slandered madly, and sat down next to Cider.

Cider glanced flatly at Rum.

Rum immediately responded with a kind smile.

This guy definitely doesn't smile often, his face is distorted like a demented three idiot passerby.

Barcelo immediately commented harshly in his heart.

He heard Cider next to him let out a very pleasant chuckle, and leaned lazily on his shoulder.The high body temperature was transmitted from the opponent's body, which made him want to run away quickly.But he tilted his head and touched the eyes of the other party smiling, and suddenly froze in place.

Apple Cider seemed to be smiling again, drunkenness blooming in his bright red heart-shaped pupils.He lightly rubbed his cheek against his shoulder in a wicked way, and the slightly cool soft hair fell into his neckline a little, causing a strange shivering itchiness.

His body became more and more rigid.

But the thirst in his throat became more and more intense.

Cider raised his head and brought his lips close to his ear, whispering with the sweet aroma of cider:

"In the next mission, please give me more advice."

It is obviously the deep voice common to men, but perhaps under the blessing of a little drunkenness, the hoarse ending has a hint of inexplicable charm.

"... Barceló."

"It's nothing." Barcelo's voice was dry, "I'm asking for your advice."

"boom!"

Rum put the newly mixed glass of wine heavily on the bar, and said coldly to Barcelo with a half-smile: "Bacelo, come with me, I have something to tell you about the mission. "

The backs of the two disappeared together in the passage dedicated to the staff.

Chacha was lying on the bar counter, his undrunk eyes were reflected in the glass cup filled with clear and transparent liquor.There was no emotion in the depths of the pupils I was used to seeing, only the red in Love's pupils became more gorgeous.

this is the last time.

It's almost tiresome to tease a mission partner.

...However, I still hope that the freshness you bring to me can last longer, Barceló.

Barcelo, with a serious face, came back from the staff passage, frantically swiping the four characters on the screen in his heart.

The drunkenness in Chacha's eyes became dense again, and the water color rippled in the blink of eyelashes, washing the heavy dark red cleanly and thoroughly.

"Although this is a bar under the control of the organization, it can't be so relaxed."

Barceló muttered, trying to put the cider on his shoulders, and dragged him out of the bar.

The breath of the cider against him was so soft that he struggled to hear it.Apart from the sweet scent of wine on his body, there is also a secret unknown scent.

"Bacelo." He heard the other party's ethereal whisper, "...bring me more fun."

Why is it fun... making me look like a comedian.

Barcelo slandered, but said subconsciously: "Yes."

The body he was strenuously supporting suddenly trembled for unknown reasons, and when he looked over worriedly, he noticed the sparkling water in the other party's eyes and the corners of his eyes.

...Ah, I'm laughing again.

But what a shame, it looks very light, why is it actually so heavy!

The night breeze outside the bar is cool.

There is no moon in the night sky today, but there are many stars and it is very beautiful.

I didn't expect tonight to be a typical starry night.

Barceló thought wildly.

He saw a beautiful blonde woman standing next to a black Porsche on the side of the road.

Her face looked malnourished and pale, but this shortcoming did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.The black dress on her body swayed like flowers in the night wind, and the half-opened pure gold roses entwined in her hair were as delicate and beautiful as life.

I don't know what kind of demeanor it will be when it is at its most beautiful.

The girl walked towards them, with awe and hidden fear in her blue-sky eyes.

"...Give me Cider-sama."

Barcelo, who could only recognize the previous emotion, nodded, and thoughtfully helped deliver the cider to the car. When he asked if he wanted to go back together, the girl declined:

"There are stewards and servants in the hall."

After bidding farewell to Barceló, she hurriedly sat back in the driver's seat and started the vehicle, and rushed back to the Rose Mansion as fast as she could.

The pure black mansion stands in the dreamy light red night, which is the light red light emitted by the roses that bloom all year round in the garden surrounding the mansion.

Carla reluctantly stopped the car in front of the mansion, and then fell on the steering wheel exhausted.

"Please..." She tilted her hair to one side and made a weak pleading voice, "...blood..."

She could not be aware of it all the time, the golden rose that was inserted into the temple and could not be removed was absorbing her life and blooming more and more coquettishly.She is also reminded all the time that only the blood of the person in front of her can appease this arrogant golden rose.

Kara is not afraid of death.

But now is far from the time for her to die.

At least... we must first find a way to get Sharon out of this quagmire...

Even if you can't leave, at least you can't let her become as humble and sad as yourself...

So, now, it's okay to sell anything.

...as long as you can survive desperately.

Embracing entreaties and prayers that she didn't even think she could achieve, Kara saw the young man stretch out his hand to her with a smile.

"Okay." He agreed easily, even cut his own finger, and spread the fingertips with a little red blood in front of her, "If you like it, eat it."

"But if you do this...there's no way to turn back, okay?"

He ignored his rare kind advice.

Carla put her lips against the young man's injured finger pulp without hesitation, licking/licking and sucking the blood flowing from the wound.

All previous thoughts were thrown away, and all she was thinking about now was how to get more blood, unconsciously sending her whole body into the arms of the young man.

Chacha didn't refuse either, but embraced her in a good mood, caressed her head casually, and stroked the petals of the golden rose with her fingertips, caressing the gradually unfolding petals of the golden rose. trembling together.

"...It's completely fused together." He flicked the petals with interest, but without any control, the petals shrank back, and Kara let go of the mouth that was biting his fingers, whimpering and crying out for pain.

He quickly inserted his finger into the opponent's mouth to block the painful cry.

"Sorry, sorry." There was no apology in his tone, "Because it was too interesting, I accidentally used a little more effort."

Carla could only continue to swallow his blood while whimpering pitifully.

After absorbing enough blood, to be precise, enough power in the blood, the golden rose finally bloomed to its peak in Chacha's anticipation.

The almost eternal beauty may instantly capture the hearts of all flower lovers, and let them give everything for it.

It's a pity that this kind of beauty is only a momentary beauty to Chacha, maybe it's not even beauty, but it has just reached the point where it can be said to be beautiful.

But because it did please him for a moment, he didn't feel the need to erase it.

He withdrew his finger and wiped it nonchalantly with a paper towel.

"You're allowed to come to me once a month." He didn't find—maybe he didn't even want to find—the place to throw the tissue, so he simply stuffed it into the mouth of the dazed Kara, "As for the rest of the time, please Be patient, shall we? Of course, if you can do something that makes me happy, it's not that you can't be flexible."

There was pure malicious expectation for her future in his tone.

"However... the premise of everything is that you must survive to find me."

At this time, Kara, who didn't know what she was about to face, could only swallow the tissue in her mouth in a daze but obediently, and watched Chacha go to the mansion.

She didn't realize how she could swallow the tissues so easily.

But she noticed in time that the bodyguard who didn't dare to approach the car until Chacha left was looking at her.

——Like looking at some irresistible delicious food.

The other party swallowed obviously, and touched his lower back with his hands.

With trembling hands, Kara took out her pistol/gun for self-defense from under the car seat.

She gritted her teeth and fired pre-emptively.

The sound of gunfire alarmed Asuka, and at the same time alarmed the bodyguards who were monitoring the place rather than protecting it.

She realized with horror through the car window that their normally normal expressions had changed to the same appetite as the previous one at the moment they saw her—or to be precise, the golden rose on her temple.

……

Half an hour later, Kara, covered in blood, fell at the door of Chacha.

Chacha lightly landed beside her, squatted down and tilted her head to stare at her dying for a while, and saw her lips opening and closing.

He moved a little closer, compassionately identifying her last words:

"...Dedicate your faith...and soul...to...your Lord..." She coughed up blood from time to time as she spoke, "Please...give me what I want...I beg you..."

At the moment when he realized that the other party would pin his final expectations on himself, even Chacha, who had watched too many dramas, opened her eyes a little bit in surprise.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! This is... so funny!"

He didn't care about the other party's mood at this time, he laughed out of joy, and even patted the ground.

"When you are in danger, you should turn around and run away immediately! To actually ask for help from the culprit who caused everything - isn't this something that only exists in dramas! No matter whether you have thought it through or your brain is pumped, this little trick has a good effect. please me."

After finally finishing laughing, Chacha happily put her hand on top of Kara's head, and said in a brisk tone, "Mmm, there's no problem. Because it's really interesting, so there's no problem."

"You who don't hesitate to sacrifice your faith and soul, what do you want to pray for?"

"...I want...to live to see Sharon grow up." Her voice became weaker and weaker, "At least until then...I definitely can't die..."

Chacha blinked her eyes lightly, and the corners of her mouth almost grinned when she smiled: "...Okay."

Cara's eyes sparkled with hope.

"However, in exchange for the loss of my chance to find more pleasure in you, a good and grand tragedy must be offered to me before you go out."

Chacha pointed her finger at the petals of the golden rose, and the light golden light that was constantly shining on it dimmed.

"If it can't be done, I can only write the screenplay myself."

The injuries on Kara's body were completely healed, her pale complexion turned rosy, and her golden hair regained its previous luster. She stood there slim and graceful, even the blood on her clothes disappeared.

Chacha arranged her clothes and long hair affectionately, and put the fallen hair behind her ears:

"Come on~"

The author has something to say: vv: Chacha, you hso.

Me: Yes, yes, I feel hso when I write it.

Teacher pp: One thing to say, love-shaped pupils are very perverted!

me: indeed.

Ome: His dangerous tax evader look, really, hso, too lustful!

Girlfriend: Yes, I hope to see him on the small pink website

Ome: yes

vv: yes.

I:?