After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Ozzy didn't seem to be aware of his inappropriate behavior at the moment, but vaguely felt that Dazai looked at him strangely.

He couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was, but Oz felt that he seemed to see a little beast that seemed to be licking its paws leisurely, but had actually locked its position.

The sense of crisis made Ozzy's back go numb, but he didn't want to be too far away from Dazai.

But Dazai also doesn't seem to realize how he thinks of Oz.

The sane young man twisted his neck uncomfortably, then pressed his palm on Ozzy's face, pushing him not far away.

Ozzy's upper body, whose hands were still hanging on Dazai, was forced to stay away from Dazai.

"Dazai?" Oz's vague voice came from under Dazai's palm with a trace of puzzled emotion.

The vibration in the palm, and the heat flow when Ozzy's lips were lightly opened, made Dazai's fingers curl up unconsciously.

And Ozzy also keenly noticed the change in Dazai.

He broke free from under Dazai's palm, held that hand instead, and pressed it against his side face.

"What's wrong with you, Dazai?"

Dazai couldn't tell whether the voice was coming from his palm or his ear, Dazai tried to pull his hand back, but Oz skillfully maintained a strength that made it impossible for him to escape or hurt him.

"There's something wrong with you." Dazai suppressed his voice, but he unexpectedly looked into Ozzy's eyes like pools of warm water.

Dazai, who was getting more and more difficult to breathe, looked away in embarrassment, but was forced to be shocked by Ozzy's action.

"what are you doing?!"

Ozzy closed his eyes slightly, the tip of his pink tongue popped out from his thin lips, and was gently licking-licking between Dazai's fingers.

Seeing Dazai looking at him again, he barely stopped his movements.

Oz rubbed his face against Dazai's palm again with a smirk in his eyes, but said in a pitiful tone, "You don't look at me."

Oz moved closer to Dazai until he could see his own reflection in those pupils.

"Am I ugly?"

Being at a disadvantage has never been Dazai's style.

Even being treated like this.

"very nice."

The rather sincere tone made Ozzy smile as it should.

The vampire who subconsciously relaxed his strength was lost in the smile Dazai deliberately put on.

Then, with a loud noise, he was thrown to the ground by Dazai protecting the back of his head.

Oz hadn't recovered from how he was pushed to the ground by the thin-looking Dazai, and Dazai had already covered his mouth so hard that Oz couldn't be a monster anymore.

Ozzy: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Dazai squinted his eyes: "You have a problem, I don't care about it now, can you do it if you control yourself? You can just blink."

Ozzy blinked obediently.

Dazai tentatively let go of his hand.

Oz: "It's amazing! Dazai's Taijutsu!"

Dazai who was praised didn't show a happy look, but pulled Ozzy up from the ground with a smirk.

His physical skills are not good in Hong Kong and Hei, but it is more than enough to restrain a person who doesn't want to fight back at all.

After coming out of woman A's house, Ozzy, who still claimed that he didn't feel uncomfortable, was taken by Dazai to the hot spring hotel they had booked.

Although they all saw the petal entering Oz's body, they really couldn't solve Oz's problem for a while.

Ozzy's problem - wanting to cling to himself when he has nothing to do - Dazai understands it this way.

It may be skin hunger-thirst.

Dazai guessed that the woman said that the lasting effect is 24 hours, which means that she will definitely appear again after 24 hours.

And during this time, he just needs to keep the abnormal Ozzy from going out to cause trouble.

For example, try not to increase the number of victims of skin hunger-thirst to a level greater than 1.

Ozzy, who was ordered not to get too close to Dazai, was taken into a sparsely populated hot spring hotel with his sleeves pulled.

The boss here has a cooperative relationship with Hong Kong gangsters. They usually receive various Hong Kong gangsters to live in, and occasionally they will provide a few rooms for ordinary people after investigating the customer's life.

In short, after knowing that Osamu Dazai, who is well-known in Hong Kong and black, is coming to visit his small shop, he simply dismissed all the customers and handed over the entire shop to the young future cadres and his friends.

The scenery near the hot spring hotel is very good. The hotel opened on the mountain can allow guests to enjoy the beauty of the starry sky or the sunrise and sunset while soaking in the hot spring.

And it is free for Hong Kong black people.

Dazai, whose salary card was spent overnight to only three figures, pushed his head away from his shoulder with a blank expression.

Oz had no choice but to straighten his body, and took the key from Dazai's hand.

"Why do we have to sleep in separate rooms?"

Dazai turned his head, found two sets of brand new bathrobes from the closet, and put one of them in Ozzy's arms.

"Did we ever sleep together when we were at home?"

"But you are afraid of the dark, can't I sleep with you?"

"I will light the lamp."

"As for now - pack up and prepare to take a bath, the staff here will deliver the food to the room later."

There was no one in the hot spring that exudes layers of mist.

Ozzy put the bathrobe on the edge of the pool, and sitting on the shore, he tried to let the soles of his feet get used to the temperature, and then gradually let the spring water submerge his calves.

Dazai's movements were much slower than Ozzy had imagined. He looked back at the entrance door from time to time, or swayed his calf to make the calm water ripple.

On the snow-white palm, the veins were clearly seen. Oz checked his hand over and over again, but found nothing unusual.

But Dazai says something is wrong with him now.

The cold wind blowing from nowhere passed by Ozzy's wet legs.

Strigoi should not be able to feel cold or warm, and would not have a heartbeat. If they did not drink blood, they would decay and die like humans.

But Ozzy is different from ordinary vampires. He is more like a human being. He knows how to feel warm and cold, likes food of different tastes, and likes to be with people.

Ozzy let out a long sigh of comfort after soaking in the pool.

The slightly hot spring water covered his whole body and even his chin, and the warmth made his snow-white skin rosy.

The vampire, who seldom enjoyed such a comfortable treatment, closed his eyes and unconsciously let his body slide into the water.

Until a hand passed through his armpit and lifted him out of the water.

The long hair was tightly attached to Ozzy's waist because of the wetness, and his confused upper body was hung on the shore. When he looked up, he saw Dazai whose bandages on his arms were completely soaked.

The impatience in Dazai's eyes flashed across, the long hair covered half of his unbelievably muscular body at the moment, and the pinkish white naturally mixed in the golden gaps faintly exceeded his tolerance.

The water droplets that rolled back from Ozzy's body back into the hot spring left a string of traces, exuding an inexplicably seductive smell.

Just when Ozzy was about to straighten up, Dazai held his shoulders again and threw himself back to the shore.

Oz:?

The confused Ozzy tilted his head, and Dazai splashed water on his face for some reason.

"Why are you angry again?"

"Not angry."

"Obviously there is."

Oz sat in the pool, watching Dazai's profile secretly.

Dazai, who usually likes to tie bandages around his body, is not even willing to take them off when he takes a bath in the hot springs.

Oz was puzzled, but he looked at Dazai who chose to be half a meter away from him, and this puzzle soon turned into something else.

One took a bath with his eyes closed, the other looked up at the sky, and sneakily moved towards the other person, completely unaware that the water flow had completely exposed his movements.

But Dazai didn't stop him, even when his shoulder touched Ozzy's shoulder, he didn't do anything else.

No matter what Dazai thought, his acquiescence really fueled Ozzy's arrogance.

Oz stretched his legs, and carefully arched Dazai with his toes. After seeing that he still didn't respond, he lowered his body and leaned his head on Dazai's shoulder.

The rather dependent attitude is completely different from the old Ozzy.

This made Dazai more able to confirm the changes in Ozzy at this moment.

But he didn't understand why the woman who claimed to be the God of Cupid put her power on Ozzy when she said she saw her own desire.

Dazai pondered, hoping to find more clues.

But the spring water and the commotion around him couldn't help him to think about these issues.

After getting along with Dazai, he naturally learned to push his feet, and now it plays a strange role.

Ozzy touched Dazai's with his feet tirelessly, and poured water on Dazai's neck with his palm.

Dazai was forced to open his eyes and sighed deeply as there was an itching on the neck that was only exposed from the bandage.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

Ozzy looked a little confused, as if he didn't hear Dazai's question clearly, and was just working on his own plan wholeheartedly.

Ozzy still felt that the distance between himself and Dazai was not close enough, so he simply got up and sat on Dazai's lap in Dazai's astonishment.

His hands came to the nape of Dazai's neck, and groping he saw the knot in the bandage.

The small bump was pinched by Ozzy in the palm of his hand.

The bandages absorbed the drops of water that slid off Dazai's body, which made Ozzy feel unreasonably dissatisfied.

So the contradiction was put on the bandage.

Dazai's hands were hanging in the water, unconsciously grasping the soaked hot marble in the pool.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and he raised his neck, dodging Ozzy's approach.

"Can't you take a quiet bath..."

Oz untied the bandages around Dazai's neck, and then threw the long piece of wet cloth onto the shore, revealing Dazai's red neck and Adam's apple.

He proudly asked Dazai for credit: "Look, even taking a bath is uncomfortable if you are wrapped in a bandage."

Dazai just looked down at him and didn't say much.

Not getting the expected compliment, Oz continued to move closer to Dazai's neck, sniffing here and there.

Stimulated by the coolness of breathing, Dazai's fingertips turned white at the bottom of the water, and even his knees couldn't help curling up.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if half of his soul was trembling in this feeling and wanted to escape, while the other half was floating in the sky, rationally asking him to continue to endure, and then find the source of this unknown emotion.

In the end, the sane soul was victorious.

Neither of them realized what was wrong at the moment.

Ozzy, who used to wear Dazai's clothes so red that his face turned red from embarrassment, turned out to be completely naked on the upper body, and his whole body was almost attached to Dazai's body.

The peculiar changes are attributed to the anomalies brought about by Cupid.

Osamu Dazai raised his neck, opened his mouth slightly, and tried hard to absorb the coolness in the air.

"You...are you hungry?"

He started to pant even for speaking, Dazai clenched his jaw, and closed his mouth flatly, wanting to use this method to hide his strangeness at the moment.

Oz was too dull to notice anything, and when Dazai took the initiative to talk to him, he answered the question seriously.

"A little hungry, but tolerable."

The bandage around Dazai's neck was also taken off, and Oz carefully filled the depression at his collarbone with water, but his movements were still too rusty, and the small puddle still couldn't bear his watering, leaving behind a A string of tiny traces slipped down to Dazai's chest, and finally merged into the hot spring.

"Well--"

A strange muffled hum sounded in his ears, Ozzy stopped and looked up.

Dazai leaned against the shore delicately, stretching his arms out of the water and resting on the shore.

He was covering his mouth with his fist, and there was a trace of moisture in his eyes. After rolling his Adam's apple a few times, he pretended to cough a few times.

"Did you choke on water?" Dazai, who automatically found a reasonable reason for Dazai, patted Dazai's chest worriedly, trying to make the young man who choked on water feel better.

Dazai coughed a few more times, shook his head, and signaled that he was fine.

Because of coughing, the small puddle that was full was now half dried up.

Ozzy vaguely felt something tickling his tailbone, but now all his interest was on Dazai.

When Oz filled the position again, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Look," he poked Dazai's face, showing off, "although I'm a little hungry, but I have other ways to solve this problem."

Dazai was still distracted, his fingers touched a slippery bump and depression, they attracted his fingers for no reason.

Oz took this distraction as a default.

The long golden hair slipped from Ozzy's shoulders, and the ends of the hair peeped around another person.

The vampire closed his eyes reverently, and pressed his lips to the young man's jaw.

The sudden hardness made him unable to resist soothing with light kisses. The tip of the vampire's tongue rolled up the water drops on the young man's skin, and he sucked all the way down, taking care of all the positions, even the trembling Adam's apple. look after.

The smell of blood flowed from the lips to the chest, and the rapid beating of the pulse made the blood race linger. His long stay almost left a mark there. When he saw the young man biting his knuckles, he frowned Only then did he slowly realize that his actions seemed to make the young man uncomfortable.

If so, change the location.

The Blood Race shifted their positions again and came to the puddle that he had properly secured.

The transparent liquid has a slight sulfur smell, but more of it is the smell of young people.

Even if it is holy water in front of him, he can drink it without hesitation.

Ozzy couldn't help smiling at the fleeting thought.

The fangs that are about to move are trying to break through the confinement, leaving scars on the gurgling position.

But I can't bear it.

Ozzy's fingertips lightly stroked Dazai's neck, where there was a red mark from his careless sucking.

Just because of this, I feel a little distressed, how could I still want to bite this child?

Oz interpreted Dazai's panting as unstoppable fear.

Apologies outweigh everything at the moment.

"Scared? I can stop."

Hearing the sound, Dazai's eyes trembled even more. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was suffering from great pain. In the end, he just let go of the knuckles that he had been biting.

Then watch as Ozzy kisses the teeth marks on his knuckles.

"It's okay, I can bear it too."

Dazai replied softly.

It seemed that the touch that was about to touch the soul made the shackles that bound him tremble a little.

Dazai couldn't wait to know what this meant.

The author has something to say:

Come to Kangkang, my baby friend's non-cp text! !

"Hong Kong black high-level executives have something to say" by Estrean

In the organization I am loyal to now, there is a super clairvoyant EX called Dazai.

One day Dazai told me that he had always thought that I was not normal aesthetically and psychologically, and suggested that I see a doctor.

I beat him up first, and then recalled my childhood when I put water (physics) every day and was canned by the Avengers...seems to make sense?

So I went to a doctor.

The doctor is my current boss, he has a very good temper and is very contemptuous.

After listening to my request for help, the boss stuffed me with a lot of work, and suggested that I continue to be a social animal who shines for Hong Kong black people. It doesn’t matter if I follow idols occasionally. The most important thing is to stay away from Dazai. Don’t imitate him. The day is sad, but to cultivate a positive life goal——

I carefully considered his suggestion—after all, mangoes are delicious, the Ferris wheel is beautiful, and Mr. Nakaya is still handsome today.

"What do you think of the life goal of [stopping the destruction of the world]?"