Plunder X Strongest Magician

It was already dark, and there were only two people left in the room.

The girl leaning on the bed poked the cheese dessert on the plate with a fork, and the fork tip touched the porcelain plate to make a slight crisp sound.

"The object of desire/desire can only be something that has not yet been obtained"

Therefore, the so-called liking is actually just a positive decoration to dispel the negative state of "not getting".

So as long as you have it thoroughly, you will not have psychological emotional desire//desire, or give meaningless attention to the other party.

On the contrary, keeping the other party in the cycle of positive and negative states can stand in the center of the other party's vision, and under the influence of sunk costs, the ultimate goal of "complete ownership" can be achieved.

Just like PVP games with a matching mechanism, it is always necessary to keep the winning rate of "ordinary players" at a level that is neither high nor low.

Therefore, the recognition of ambiguous social relationships, the satisfaction of rewarding desires, etc., can all be used as means.

but--

The ending was a little unexpected.

Now, even if the binding agreement was not fulfilled, even if Wujo Satoru always acted casually, she could clearly feel his obsession with her.

That sticky, enveloping, throbbing excitement, obsession that serves his own pleasure.

On this basis, he let her do all kinds of bad things to him.

She truly "owns" the man in front of her.

His body trembled only because of her, and the fine sweat was like the crystallization of desire//thought.

The imprint of self-binding penetrated into his soul, like an indelible tattoo under the imprint, controlling his heartbeat and breathing.

However, she did not dispel the "emotional desire//desire" born out of dissatisfaction.

For example, the involuntary momentary heartbeat, the nameless joy that cannot be restrained, and the sense of stability that can be felt by staying together.

And, the spider web called "habit" that has already been woven.

The misunderstood, distorted, and exploited "like" irresistibly reveals its true colors.

— not so dangerous as to be hard to look at, nor with razor-sharp fangs.

Like a ferocious beast biting her neck aggressively, its sharp teeth resting on the artery, but gently licking//licking with a soft barbed tongue to show favor, leaving him as a mark on her body unique smell.

In the gap between countless memory fragments, she had a long and stable dream.

The clock is fiddled with the cold winter like time, and the pure white snowfield is stained with the cherry color of spring.

Maybe it's pollution intrusion, or secondary growth.

The queen in the castle canceled the endless and severe prohibition, in the spring that should have arrived long ago.

"So, are you listening to me—hello?"

The girl's thoughts were interrupted, and the fork made a harsh sound on the porcelain plate.

She looked up at Gojo Satoru who was sitting by the bed, he was crossing his legs, slowly taking the plate in her hand in a very lazy manner: "It looks like I'm full."

He looked like "you're full, then I'm going to start", put the plate aside and leaned over to her: "It's just right, let's settle the score?"

Gojo Satoru babbled a long paragraph just now, embellishing what she did when she was not clear-headed.

Many of them, such as "it's super embarrassing" and "it makes me very embarrassed", she ignored.

She hadn't seen him genuinely embarrassed in months.

It's amazing.

In summary, she did three things:

1. Pretend not to know him.

2. Forcing him to 'acknowledge' his belonging.

3. Drag him to the bed and fall asleep by himself.

Li Huifu really didn't think there was anything to settle for.

So she yawned and got into the quilt: "I'm still sleepy, call me after you figure it out."

Although I have basically been sleeping for the past two days, the exhaustion of my brain has not subsided, and I still need to think about something, so I don't want to make trouble with him for the time being.

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't want to be dismissed casually, so he rolled onto the bed, leaning against her with half of his body lying on top of her body, and the unavoidable breath wrapped around her in the dream, most of the drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"The job of a teacher is to teach students, especially—to teach good and bad students. Right?"

... completely ignored what she said.

It's probably getting stronger.

This return to the cage seems to be unable to fall asleep.

However, Gojo Satoru's strength is quite easy to resolve, as long as the strange scripts in his mind are fast-forwarded to the end and disrupted his rhythm.

Skip the complicated process in the middle and go straight to the result.

She didn't care what he wanted out of the process, and what was destined to happen was a 'win-win'.

So she responded, "You're right."

"But." With ease, the girl wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and with a little effort from her waist and abdomen, she stood up and kissed his side neck.

Then the lips moved slightly, "Really bad students don't have the desire to work hard, because they just want to-"

She stretched out one hand lazily, and followed the muscles on the side of his neck all the way down, passing through the collarbone and chest, and finally stopped at the sleeping place.

"Take the - old - teacher - also - bring - bad."

With a muffled sound, the girl was pressed on the bed with her back facing Gojo Satoru, and the hand that caused the disturbance was also pressed behind her back.

She turned her head and looked at him through the messy hair. She was not angry, but smiled even more: "Teacher Wu Tiao is so sensitive."

It really deserves to be a DT (virgin) who only opened meat when he was almost 30 years old.

"This classmate doesn't want to sexually/harass/harass the teacher." He was high-sounding, but his hoarse and trembling voice still exposed everything, "Do you want to give you another account?"

"Stubborn, unrepentant, and undisciplined." She counted with her free other hand, then fell down naturally, and slowly poked under the pillow. The tiredness in her voice seemed to have inexplicable magic power, "For such a Bad students, how does the teacher plan to settle accounts and teach them well?"

Sure enough, I touched the unused stuff stuffed under the pillow a few days ago.

Her fingertips brushed over the jagged tear, and she caught sight of the restrained sweat on the tip of his nose and the flattened line of his lips out of the corner of her eye, and she laughed softly.

I started to pretend again.

It's cute and useless.

Why don't you take the opportunity to take a dose of strong medicine?

——He has always been fond of that, and he can't stand being teased at all.

"Do you want to torture me and physically punish me?" The bright-colored package was held between the girl's fingers, and it was lightly tapped on the pale blood-colored lips.

Dual stimulation of vision and language.

A hunter sets a tempting trap in a psychedelic jungle, with vines wrapping around his prey's ankles.

"Ah, I was underestimated." The hand holding her was getting stronger, and his eyes were sharp and his voice was deliberately suppressed, "Didn't my future classmates ask me to learn the teacher's code of conduct? I have learned it."

"If it's just corporal punishment, bad students won't think they made a mistake. It's the most ineffective teaching method—especially for the kind of rebellious bad students."

Gojo Satoru reached out and took out the small package between her fingers, and stuffed it into her back collar with a wicked taste, "I didn't go to yours. Dang."

"Oh, really." She couldn't hear the emotion in her tone, and then her tone changed, and her gaze moved down a little bit, "Then use your..."

The girl's lips opened and closed, and the smile on her lips was full of vile provocation and arrogant behavior.

The luscious bait plummets right in front of the hungry prey, and the hooks glisten with a blinding and dangerous glare in the sunlight.

"...What about "teach-whip-"? "

Got fooled again.

Seeing the girl in his arms playing with the mobile phone contentedly, Gojo Gojo learned from the pain, and felt that the next time he wanted to talk about something unfavorable to her, he must first gag her.

"Go down." She kicked him.

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Let me go down when you're done, what do you think of me?"

The blushing on the face of the black-haired girl has not faded, and the lips that were pale in color before are also moisturized. The whole person looks soft, and she is a little more delicate than usual.

If you don't speak, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are obedient.

However, the soft-looking predator is usually good at strangling, and once caught in the trap, it has no other options.

"You're pressing my hair, it hurts." She kicked again.

Wujo Gou raised his eyebrows, and slightly relaxed the arms around the girl. The moment she lowered her eyes, she had no choice but to sit up and hook her fingers to the nightdress at the end of the bed.

He also sat up, hugged her from behind, bent down and placed his chin lazily on her shoulder: "So ruthless, uh... don't plan to give a good review or something? The guest——"

After exercising, her back was pressed against her chest, and she moved uncomfortably: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Let's go together." The sticky coquettish voice hovered in my ears.

Li Huifu pushed him away, took the nightgown and put it on her body, and thought for a while: "Okay."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

It's like the owner who strictly controls the food intake suddenly pours cat food into the basin madly.

...There must be some kind of conspiracy, right? !

She glanced at him with a half-smile: "If you don't want to, forget it. You can change the sheets. There are clean ones in the cabinet."

She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, but there was no sound of it being locked.

There was even a gap left.

Wutiaowu: "..."

...I can't be fooled again this time, right?

He picked up his clothes from the edge of the bed and put them on casually, tore off the sheets on the bed and threw them aside, then took out the ironed and clean sheets from the cabinet without turning his eyes, and put them on.

The sound of water dripping from the bathroom can be heard endlessly.

Gojo Satoru simply lay on the bed and swiped his phone.

But not a single word was read.

"Teacher Wujo." Lie Miku in the bathroom suddenly called out.

As if finally breaking the game, Gojo Satoru's lips curled up in a subtle arc, and his voice was very cheerful and joyful: "What's the matter, Rie-san?"

"I forgot to bring a change of pajamas." She poked her head out wrapped in a bath towel, with an inexplicable smile in her wet eyes, "Just help me get one."

"Do you want me to choose?" He walked to the bathroom door and stood still, with one hand in his pocket, with a casual and frivolous posture, "Any one is fine?"

It took a long time for a drop of water to drip down the end of her hair, she nodded: "Of course, it's a rare right to choose."

The two did not avoid each other's eyes.

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru reached out to touch the buttons of his shirt, and slowly unbuttoned them one by one.

Finally, the white shirt that matched the man's broad figure hung down in front of the girl's eyes.

"Then this one."

The eyes of the owner of the clothes were teasing and joking.

Li Huifu frowned, a little resistant.

"What? Do you still despise me?" Gojo Gojo laughed.

"Obviously you despise yourself." She retorted, and made a clear request, "I want to be clean."

"The sweat is because of you, why is it unclean?"

He smiled even more, and leaned closer to her on the door frame, "Besides, why don't you dislike me when you sniff me?"

Obviously, she herself is like a small animal, always secretly sniffing around when she is hugging him or being hugged by him.

"Forget it, after all, you don't have many opportunities like this."

The door of the bathroom opened a little bit, a slender arm protruded from it, and the index finger hooked the clean white shirt.

She draped it lightly over her body, and the slate-colored towel fell just right as she fastened the first button.

The girl kicked off the water-soaked towel with her bare feet, turned sideways to the misty dressing table in the bathroom, imitated his slow movements, and buttoned the buttons of her shirt one by one.

She was sitting on the edge of the dresser, her damp black hair hanging over her shoulders, dampening a piece of her shirt.

The girl pointed her fingers at the man at the door, her expression became more and more lazy, and she even lowered her voice a bit: "Since it's a door-to-door service, come and dry my hair, teacher?"

The word "deliberately" was almost written on her face.

The goal was to break the restraint he was trying to establish little by little.

"Your future classmate, you are really..." He let out a deep breath, the vague mania was suppressed between his lips and teeth, but it exploded in the next breath, and the fiery breath washed her ears and neck, shirt The first button was ripped open almost roughly.

The beast, determined not to be fooled, showed its ferocious face, and left a mark on the girl's white collarbone in retaliation: "Ow."

Li Huifu finally changed into a clean nightgown.

However, Gojo Satoru, who was completely soaked in water, could only wrap himself in a bath towel.

But he didn't really mind.

He even stepped on his soaked shirt under his feet.

In the hot air of the hair dryer, the girl's black hair spread out layer by layer, and the hot sweet aroma penetrated into his nostrils.

"Very enthusiastic, today." He finally questioned the cat food that overflowed the basin.

She shook her calf intermittently, thought for a few seconds before answering: "Because I want to do it."

"yes."

"It's okay to experience the feeling of indulgence." She scratched her hair.

—an indulgence in a completely different state of mind than on the first night.

"So, how about it." He turned off the hair dryer and smiled teasingly, "Give me a few stars? Do you want me again next time?"

She smiled: "I checked it just now. It is more appropriate for a 30-year-old man to do it 10-11 times a month. Let's follow this in the future."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"For the time being, I still start with 2."

She laughed twice and didn't answer.

"What do you mean by laughing? It's too much." He pretended to tickle her, but instead of hiding, she aggressively pulled the towel around his waist.

Gojo Satoru dodged sideways: "Why? You want to use up my chance for a week at once? That's too greedy."

"I'm definitely not the one who is greedy." She was noncommittal, "By the way, I will ask the maid to collect the clothes after you put them away, and I will clean them and send them back tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Is it okay?"

"Or you can go back around this?" She undid the knot of the bath towel around his waist.

Wutiaowu: "..."

It is true that he didn't change his clothes when he was there.

"Then your parents don't know..."

He reluctantly still wants to have a good relationship with Ri Ekoichi...

"It's not bad, and I'll know soon." She shook her leg again, and asked casually, "Has the Tokyo/Hot in your room been cleaned?"

"Eh? Ah, um."

"I can't stay here anymore, I'll talk to my parents about it." She threw the knotted condom into the trash can, "After all, I didn't let the servant know how many times a day I do it." hobby."

"Live in a college?" He thought it was impossible for a while, and then related to the previous question, "Or... come to my house? It's quite big."

She responded, as if she had made up her mind a long time ago: "It's not far from Baihuawang, and it will be very convenient to pick up and drop off."

Gojo Satoru laughed: "It's convenient in various senses."

It's just that they may not know how long Li Huihaoyi has been hostile to him.

After taking care of it, the girl nestled back on the bed, ready to sleep.

Gojo Satoru walked out of the bathroom after blowing his hair, and turned off the headlight, leaving only a small warm-colored lamp beside the bed.

He looked down at the half-sleeping girl, his silver eyelashes trembled, and he smiled faintly.

Unusually, he took the initiative to pick up a pillow and threw it on the plush carpet. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he asked in a very soft voice: "Ah, yes... want to see him?"

After a few breaths, she replied in an almost emotionless tone: "You don't need to go to see me."

"Well, good." He didn't ask any more questions, and after saying good night, he lay down on the ground.

"Gojo Satoru." A few seconds later, she suddenly called out his full name.

Gojo Satoru instantly felt a chill behind his back.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

She wouldn't be angry because she couldn't sleep at night without kicking him out of bed.

That's too wrong.

Or... because of the mention of Xia Youjie?

"Six Eyes..." She paused, "Forget it, good night."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

A few minutes later, the girl's hand suddenly protruded from the edge of the bed, and after fumbling twice, she found the switch of the bedside lamp.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't intend to sleep at all, and was brooding on bad thoughts: "?"

After a "snap", the small warm-colored light went out.

The room fell into peaceful blackness.

The girl's breathing was very clear in the dark night, but it was not calm, with some uneasiness and anxiety originating from the instinct of the body.

——She is not used to falling asleep in such a dark world.

Then why turn off this light that has accompanied her for decades.

What does she want to ask?

About the six eyes.

Gojo Satoru was silent.

The thought of sneezing and coughing a few times to make her miserable when she was about to fall asleep disappeared instantly.

The violent beating of his own heart was clearly felt.

He couldn't tell what mood he was in.

It's complicated.

Like a hard-picked juvenile fruit, the unique sweetness flows out of the astringency.

The sound of her body rubbing against the quilt was also very clear, and she didn't even miss the sound of her curling her fingers to pinch the quilt.

He got up and lay down on the bed very lightly, as he had done countless nights.

Only this time, the girl on the bed was not asleep.

She slept on her side, curled up in the darkness.He embraced her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently placed his palm on the back of her hand.

Silence for an eerie few seconds—or minutes.

The girl suddenly turned over, wrapped her soft arms around his waist, and said in a muffled voice, "Good night."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of cy; 1 bottle of thorn;