What if the lord is too popular

Mori Ogai: "You are like this now, I dare not leave you alone."

Ubuyashiki: "...what do you want?"

Mori Ogai: "Follow me home." He paused: "Ah forget it, I'd better go home with you."

Ubuyashiki House

Yaozai is sitting in the living room, the sound of water rushing in the bathroom.

[Xiao Tong, do I really have to attack Yue Yan? ]

[The system is silent for a few seconds: ...but Mr. Ubuyashiki, if you don't conquer Tsukihiko, you won't be able to pass the level.If you don't clear the level, the favorability can't be converted into favorability.

It's serious: you're going to die. ]

"..."

Yaozai lowered his eyes, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt expressionlessly.

[Then Xiaotong, I only have one question—is this Tsukihiko really Ghost Mai Tsuji? ]

He waited with bated breath, hearing the pounding of his beating heart.

But the cold machine would not make such a sound, and he later realized that it was himself.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the system seemed to go into hibernation without making a sound.

Until, ding dong—

The screen of his mobile phone on the dining table lights up, indicating that he has received a message.

Yaozai clicked to view and saw an unfamiliar number.

The content of the information is also very short, only one line:

[At ten o'clock tonight, I'll be waiting for you in the lab. ]

This odd message, in a cocky tone, doesn't even have a basic byline.

It's not like anyone Yaoya knows at all.

quack-

Crows are singing outside the window, and the bleak autumn wind blows the fallen leaves.

The surrounding atmosphere vaguely reveals the unknown.

The person who sent the message—

Who is it?

After a while, Morio wiped his wet hair outside after taking a shower, and walked out of the bathroom.

He caught sight of Yoya Yashiki who was sitting at the dining table, staring straight ahead, immersed in his own thoughts.

A touch of surprise slipped across Sen's eyes.

"I didn't know you'd reached the point where you needed to drink away your worries. Why didn't you wait for me?"

Yaozai trembled, as if waking up from a dream, he looked at Mori Ogai against the light.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it seems that you didn't intend to invite me to have a drink together. I'm just being sentimental."

Mori Ogai who approached shrugged.

Yes, indeed.

Although the truth has not been stated, the only goblet on the table makes everything clear.

Yaoya's thin lips were drawn into the smallest arc, he pulled out the cork and poured a clear red liquid into the cup, saying:

"Because I was worried that Mr. Sen was drunk, so Lai stayed at my house."

"Huh?" Mori Ogai frowned, seeing the sharp contrast between his white fingers caressing the neck of the cup and the deep red in the cup.

Great enough to be a fatal temptation.

Mori Ogai rolled his Adam's apple, he felt a little hot.

Yaoza didn't seem to notice, and raised his glass in his direction, as if he was going to drink it down.

at this time-

Mori Ogai strode forward and snatched the cup from Yaoya.

He raised his neck and downed the red wine.

Then-

Under Yaozai's shocked gaze, he lowered his head, clamped his chin with two fingers, and gave half of the warm liquid in his mouth to him.

"..."

The two were so close that their breathing could be heard.

Yoya felt Mori Ogai's finger lingering on his lips, with careful restraint.

How, let a person, crazy.

His eyes drooped, and he caught a glimpse of the bright red on the man's fingertips.

The red wine that once stayed briefly on Yaoya's skin has now become Mori Ogai's.

This kind of implied transmission is worth a thousand words.

If Mori Ogai sipped this bit of red wine in front of him...

How, let a person, crazy.

Yaoza stared at him firmly, with taboo and unspoken expectations.

finally-

Mori Ogai squinted at the despicable voyeur with aggressive and contemptuous eyes.

"Ah."

He retreated a second before the attack, straightened up and pulled out a tissue from the dining table, and slowly dealt with the stains from his fingertips.

"..."

Yaozai let out a deep breath, the sudden disappearance of pressure around him made him both happy and disappointed.

Is he going to lose this game completely?

No.

People have the right to retreat at any time.

Yaoya pushed away the chair and stood up, walked towards Mori Ogai who was leaning on the table without changing his expression.

tap tap —

He passed the man without seeing him, and threw a cruel sentence:

"It's late, Mr. Sen, so I won't send it off."

The second after he announced the eviction order, Yuya Ubuyashiki's waist tightened, and he was carried onto the table by Mori Ogai.

dining table.

"Get angry so easily?"

Mori Ogai's hand around his waist didn't relax, and he moved closer with a smile.

"..."

Yaozai looked at him coldly and insisted.

A second or a century, the light of victory in the man's eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

at this time-

Yaozai smiled brightly without warning, like a kind god giving alms to his devout believers.

"I just saw that Mr. Sen really wanted to irritate me, and I just wanted to satisfy you."

He said "deliberately" to match the slightly flushed cheeks from alcohol, which is more seductive than provocative.

Great temptation.

Mori Ogai couldn't hold back at all.

He took a deep breath, stared fiercely at his prey for a few seconds like a wolf pouncing on his prey, and suddenly—

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Yaoya's hair.

The kiss came as expected, with unexpected and reasonable pain.

Yoya felt Mori Ogai's hand caressing his back restlessly, and a strange electric current slipped through.

He raised his neck tremblingly, and the soft moan overflowing from between his lips was swallowed by the man.

After another kiss, Mori Ogai hugged Yaoya's nape, put his head to his head and smiled:

"Have you decided to give up the youthful Chuya-kun and turn to me?"

From Mori Ogai's hoarse voice, Yoya couldn't tell if he was jealous or suspicious.

"Sentimental?"

Yoya raised his eyebrows, gently put Mori Ogai's waist on his back and asked:

"Is Mr. Sen very experienced?"

There was sourness in his tone that he couldn't hear.

Mori Ogai noticed it, and pressed his chin against Yaoya's shoulder, hugging him seamlessly.

"You're jealous."

"……I do not have."

Mori Ogai's laughter passed by his ears like a hummingbird with fluttering wings, stirring his heart.

"Don't worry," the man comforted, "I only have experience with you."

"..."

Yaozai didn't answer, he pretended not to hear.

Mori Ogai took the opportunity to unbutton Yaoya's shirt, the speed was so fast that one could not help but suspect that he had planned for a long time.

Indeed, and more.

He let go of the half-faded Yaozai, and reached for the opened red wine bottle.

Yaozai frowned: "What are you going to do?"

As a descendant of the Ubayashiki family, he instinctively sensed danger.

"It's nothing," Mori Ogai denied, "I just want to taste this bottle of red wine again."

While speaking, red wine poured out of the bottle.

tick tock —

Dyeing Yaozai's porcelain-like skin.

The stark contrast of red and white is a visual feast.

And Yaoya, who had a shocked expression on his face, actually condoned the man's actions—

Because, there is no situation that the descendants of the Ubayashiki family cannot predict.

If there is, it is also false.

Mori Ogai apparently didn't notice Yaoya's disguise, and even thought his stunned appearance was extremely cute.

His fingers caressed Yaoya's side face, and said softly:

"I promise I'll clean it up for you."

The red wine over the ice was cold, but the kiss was hot.

Yaozai is in the world of ice and fire, and his rationality is gradually withdrawn until—

"Um……"

A piercing pain hit.

"Does it hurt?" Mori Ogai asked with eyes full of pity, "Then should I go slower?"

"...Okay." Yaoya replied softly, his face burned up before he finished speaking.

He turned his head away in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and stared at the blurred white wall.

But the man's repressed breathing and body changes are so clear, the emptiness in Yaoya's heart that is eager to be filled expands rapidly like a black hole.

He pursed his lips forbearance.

finally-

The pain dissipated like a tide, and what came up again was desire.

"You can hurry up."

Because this sentence was too much like a shameless request, Yaozai had to say it vaguely.

"Huh? What did you say?" Mori Ogai didn't hear clearly.

"..."

Yaozai took a deep breath, stood up and hugged him forcefully:

"I said you don't have to bear it anymore."

Mori Ogai was silent for a few seconds, and bit his ear:

"Are you sure you can take it?"

Yaozai's whole body tensed up, even though he couldn't see the man's expression clearly, he was well aware of his vile nature.

He didn't answer, and suddenly—

He opened his mouth and bit down hard on the man's shoulder.

"Hiss—" Mori Ogai let out a cry of pain but laughed, hastily disarmed and surrendered: "I'm sorry, sorry, I was wrong."

Before he finished speaking, he hugged Yaozai vigorously.

The two walked into the bedroom as intimately as conjoined twins.

in a while—

Yoya's cry of pain and joy resounded in Mori Ogai's ears.

The head of Mafia at the port suddenly remembered the remark about "wanting him to cry" heard in the bathroom of his club two years ago.

The man smiled playfully.

There is no doubt that he has to work harder.

On the turbulent sea, Yoya Ubuyashiki was sitting on a boat steered by Mori Ogai, never regretted it more than now.

09:30 pm

"Mr. Sen?"

Yaoza called softly to the man who was sleeping soundly beside him, but there was no response.

very good.

He rolled out of bed.

After the fierce battle, I was so exhausted that I couldn't help but falter when I walked.

[The system is worried: Master Ubuyashiki, are you okay? ]

At a time like this, any greeting about his body would be tantamount to ridicule.

[Yaozai choked: Xiao Tong, didn't you say that sleeping pills work quickly when put in wine? ]

The gloomy face of the host frightened the machine.

[System: Er... I didn't know it would happen.Maybe Mori Ogai's constitution is more resistant to drugs? ]

Seeing that Yaozai didn't answer, it cautiously asked:

[Ubuyashiki-sama, you don't like Mori Ogai?Then you still...]

"..."

I didn't say I didn't like him.

Yaoza felt helpless in his heart, but there was no strength to argue in his emptied body.

Not much preparation time is left before the appointment.

He washed and dressed in silence, and then used strong willpower to drive his sore legs.

Yaozai didn't choose teleportation, because he didn't know the consequences of doing so in the current situation—

Maybe it will fall apart like a skeleton.

Gada—

The door is locked and he leaves.

The next second, Mori Ogai, who should be sleeping soundly in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ah, Rintaro. You bad guy, didn't you agree to never take sleeping pills again?"

Alice, who was lying on the bedside, had a splitting headache and glared at him reproachfully.

"..."

Mori Ogai remained silent, tightening his grip on the bed sheet a little bit.

_Jiao caramel hall_

Yoya's body temperature was still there.

It was two minutes to ten.

Yaozai opened the door of the laboratory, before turning on the lights.

His hand on the switch froze defenselessly.

There was a light laugh behind him, and footsteps approached.

"Are you going to be cold?"

Yaozai shivered cooperatively and asked:

"Have you been here, Lan Tang?"

If I remember correctly, Yamada-kun said that since the afternoon, there have been reporters squatting near the laboratory.

"Of course not. Do you think I'm so stupid? If it wasn't for seeing you." Lan Tang removed the ice crystal, sneering: "It's great, you have become a hero, and I have become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats."

Once a popular idol, the gap can be imagined.

Lan Tangying is still very arrogant.

"Ah, I'm hungry!" he said angrily, baring his fangs.

"Wait," Yaozai stopped him in time: "Tell me first, was there anything strange when you were on Yueyan's show?"

"Strange place?" Lan Tangying retracted her fangs obediently: "No."

He paused, recalling his memory.

"By the way, it seems that I heard a woman's moaning in the dressing room."

Lan Tangying shrugged: "But it's nothing special, the entertainment world is under such a heavy pressure, there are not a few people who want to have some fun."

"Play something exciting" made it easy for Yaoza to recall everything that happened a moment ago.

Lan Tangying's pale face leaned over, his blue eyes widened, and he was amazed:

"Your face is so red, have you been drinking?"

Indeed, Yaoya exudes a strong aroma of red wine.

But it wasn't what he drank, it was—

His heartbeat was out of rhythm again.

No, now is not the time to think about that.

"Do you know who it is? The person who 'want to play something exciting'." Yaozai swallowed guiltily.

There was no doubt that Sayoko had been behaving strangely since returning from the dressing room next door.

"I don't know, have you finished asking? I'm really starving to death."

While talking, he pulled away Yaoza's collar, revealing his white teeth again.

"You can't suck my blood!" Yaozai shouted anxiously.

"why?"

"Because my blood will drive you crazy."

"Making me crazy?" Lan Tangying snorted, "It's true to calm down my agitation, don't worry, I will be lighter."

Through the moonlight, the vampire finally saw the fresh bite marks on Yaoza's neck.

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"you……"

Anger enveloped the blond-haired youth, and the promise of "be lighter" was instantly forgotten.

Lan Tangying's sharp teeth stabbed heavily at the marks made by others on Yaozai's skin.

"hiss-"

He heard the man gasp in pain, smiled viciously, and pinched the man's throat with such strength that Yaoya would not be suffocated.

gurgling—

The pure blood made the hungry Lan Tangying sigh.

But it's not enough.

He absorbs continuously, even faster and faster.

"...you drank too much, Lan Tang."

"Don't talk!"

There was a click, before he could freeze Yaoya's body.

The man's eyes darkened and he passed out.

"Hello, Ubuyashiki? Hello!"

A moment later, Yaozai opened his sleepy eyes, and found that he was hugged tightly by Lan Tang who was leaning against the wall, and his clothes were still on his body.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, looking at the vampire in his shirt.

Lan Tang was shocked: "You finally woke up! I'm sorry I went too far just now."

It's too much, Yaozai thought.

He smiled without changing his face: "Let's go." As he said that, he slipped out of Lan Tang's arms, and put his coat back on Lan Tang's shoulders.

"Where are you going?" The vampire was stunned, and hurried to catch up.

He glanced at Yaozai who was handicapped, puffed his cheeks indignantly and stretched out his hand to help him: "You guys are really fierce, who is the other party?"

"..." Yaozai blushed slightly, and turned a deaf ear: "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"What are you doing, you want me to live in your house?" Lan Tang said angrily.

"My family..." Yaozai murmured, thinking of the man who was still sleeping peacefully on his bed, he smiled playfully.

"Not tonight, I'll take you somewhere else."

Otherwise he might be killed.

On the other hand, the maternity house

Mori Ogai sat motionless in the darkness.

"Hey, Rintaro~"

Alice poked him.

"You're almost like a sculpture, hello."

Unlike Mori Ogai, Alice likes light.

If she stayed in this dark environment any longer, she might go blind.

"..."

Anyway, Mori Ogai couldn't get a response, so the little girl fumbled for the light switch.

finally-

She saw a protrusion on the wall, just a second before she was about to press it.

Mori Ogai's cold voice came from behind.

"Do you think 'he' is looking for another man?"

Alice clicked her lips: "How do I know?"

Mori Ogai smiled: "Then change the question. What do you think I should do after he comes back?"

"Swearing?" said Alice absently.

She had the option to use the power to turn on the lights, but didn't want to.Because it means she's short.

"No, it's too light. He drugged me."

"That's not what you drank voluntarily." Alice muttered, moving something not far away.

"Is it okay to have a meal?"

Alice tremblingly stood on the stool.

"No," Mori Ogai vetoed firmly: "Even so, I'm still very angry."

Alice tiptoed carefully and turned on the light, patter—

The light spread to every corner of the room.

Alice was very satisfied. She jumped down, wiped the ashes from the chair with her handkerchief, and said impatiently with her hands on her hips:

"Then what should I do? I don't necessarily kill him."

"Kill it?" Mori Ogai narrowed his slender eyes, thinking seriously about this suggestion.

"Hey, hello. No way, Rintaro. You like him that much?"

Mori Ogai raised his head and smiled, as if nothing had happened: "No, I think it can be considered."

Being the leader of Port Mafia shouldn't have any weaknesses.

but-

No matter how vicious the prisoner is, he should have the right to defend himself.

Mori Ogai is willing to give Yuya Ubuyashiki this opportunity.

If he came back quickly, if he confessed.

after all-

[He loves this man so much he wants to kill him. ]