Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Choose...→【The body is starting to feel wrong, let's let go→】

Tom kissed Voldemort, suppressing his displeasure and ignoring his struggling to kiss, but as the kiss deepened, Tom suddenly felt that something was wrong... a switch deep in his body seemed to be turned on.

Heartbeat, began to speed up.

The blood rushed straight to the forehead and made the whole face flush.

The fiery blood spun around the head and then went straight down, it seemed to be concentrated in...!

"Yes, I'm sorry──!"

Tom pushed Voldemort away abruptly, his fair face was red as if bleeding, he clenched his lower lip, which was rosy from the kiss, and looked at Voldemort confusedly and blankly, then he shivered and turned his head without saying anything, Just like that, he left Voldemort and ran away.

──Tom also knew that it seemed strange for him to run away like this, but he really didn't know how to face Voldemort, he actually... actually...

After running for a while, Tom leaned against the wall and panted, but his heartbeat couldn't calm down, and kept beating violently as if it was going to jump out of his throat.

Tom couldn't help but squeezed his chest tightly and tried to suppress the intensified beating of the drum, but his mind was still confused...Why did he kiss Voldy?That's his... relative...

Tom's fiery fingers touched his lips unconsciously. His lips were also hot and swollen from the rubbing with Voldemort just now, and they seemed a little torn and congested... Was Voldemort's mouth also like this?

Tom rubbed his lips and thought, a little dazed, but when he walked down the aisle and saw his reflection in the mirror, he blushed again, because the teenager in the mirror had flaming cheeks and puffy lips, which looked quite like the boy just now. Voldy... Tom shook his head, lowered his head and ran into the dark bedroom.

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Choose... → [Voldy didn't push me away, I just acquiesced, I want to continue →] Obsessed with the pleasure he felt, the strong young man used his physical advantage to suppress the taller but weaker guardian. Sticking so close, Tom could feel the body of the person under him trembling slightly because of anger.

His eyes were also about to burst into flames, so vivid and only reflected the red glow in his eyes due to the excitement, which was something Tom had never seen on Voldemort before...

Beautiful...Because he is a man, it seems that this word should not be used to describe it, but Tom couldn't think of other more appropriate words to describe it, because this is Voldemort like this...Looking at him, Tom felt that a switch deep inside his body was activated. Opened up, some behaviors do not need to be taught by teachers, and they spontaneously learn without teachers.

Tom pressed the back of Voldemort's head with his right hand to deepen the kiss, and the hand that had originally encircled Voldemort's waist slipped under the cloak and shirt. The bare skin felt very good, and trembling under his touch gave goosebumps , Tom, who found it interesting, couldn't help touching it higher and higher, and his hand slowly slid up Voldemort's side like this...

But his hand couldn't take a step forward, because a big cold hand had already climbed up to Tom's neck along with Voldemort's burning eyes.

"...let go." Voldemort said, the red eyes shown in front of Tom for the first time were as clear as the finest rubies, and the red tide still remained on his face, his eyes were filled with emptiness and indifference, and the deep black pupils could not reflect anyone's The figure, with a slightly lower tone than usual, signaled the master's danger.

Tom frowned unsatisfied, and when he withdrew his hands from Voldemort's waist, he deliberately rubbed his hands and feet on him a few times. There was a faint snort in the nasal cavity.

The reaction as if nothing was affected made Tom very unwilling, so he rolled his eyes, and wanted to do something small in his heart, but he felt the energy in his body disappear from the neck touched by Voldemort in an instant──

Tom was shocked, and his originally upright body and the perspective of his eyes began to tilt. From his angle, he saw that Voldemort above the line withdrew his hand, and a black and red fire was burning on the snow-white glove. The flame fluttered and shone. On Voldemort's pale face, a little swaying blood color was added, and his lips were extraordinarily bright red, as if stained with blood... Maybe the legendary vampires also looked like this... Before he passed out from a coma Tom thought so vaguely.

──Beautiful appearance, elegant and noble, although he has the cruelest and darkest nature in the world, but people only see his beauty...

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The morning bell rings.

The new dean of the Snake Academy stepped into the dining hall gracefully.

Not too late, not too early, the slender legs stepped on the second hand to pinch the watch just right, the black velvet fabric was slightly reflective and smooth, and wearing it on Voldemort's fair skin made his lips red and teeth white, refreshing.

──This kind of appearance, if you put it on other people, maybe it will make you feel weak?

But growing up on Voldemort is different. Voldemort's aura is similar to that of an intellectual and aristocrat but far surpasses it. It feels like a demon lord in ancient legends, who lives in seclusion with ice and snow and flames. In the underground abyss, when he was bored, he lazily looked down on his subjects on the throne... The demeanor of his every move was natural, which attracted silent admiration from everyone.

Tom, who got up late, saw Voldemort's actions clearly even though he sat a little far away. That man's behavior naturally exuded an attractive charm. He fell back into the bowl without realizing it, until the splash of water woke Tom up.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, he hurriedly glanced at Voldemort angrily, but his eyes couldn't help lingering on Voldemort's slightly thin lips...it feels...is it a little rosier than usual?Is it because of last night?

Thinking of this, regardless of whether he misread it or not, Tom lowered his head, his white face was slightly hot, and his sensitive body seemed to be hot since last night... If I could... talk to that person again...

──Wait... Although it feels good to hug and kiss Voldy, is it normal for relatives to do this?

Thinking of this, he pushed Abraxas who was sitting next to him.

"Huh? Ruidou?"

Abraxas, who didn't seem to have slept well, stretched out his hand and yawned. His pale face and gray-blue eyes still filled with tears made him look like a sick and beautiful boy, but his tone was comparable to this The delicate appearance is a thousand miles away.

Abraxas, who drank the coffee in his hand, passed the cup through his fingers, hooked the ear of the cup and turned it around, his thin lips curled into a smirk and winked at Tom: "Didn't your little snake be kept by the house last night?" The elf took it away? How about it, is there any bowl of snake soup on the table this morning?"

"Hmm──There is no such thing..."

Tom elbowed Abraxas on the ribs, and then whispered in his ear when the other party bent over in pain: "Stop making trouble, I have something to ask you... the average parent-child Between—do you kiss often?"

"Huh? Isn't it strange that you don't kiss?"

Abraxas spread out a napkin, folded it gracefully, picked it up with his fingertips, and wiped the corners of his mouth with gentle movements, "Like my parents, they always hold my face and kiss me madly, push and push No, it’s really unbearable to be like that every time I go home..."

Abraxas's tone was a bit of complaining showing off, but Tom didn't pay attention to this, he just asked a little nervously, "...do normal parents and children like this?"

"Well, that's the way it is in a good relationship... I think."

"Um."

Tom heaved a sigh of relief, and a slight smile appeared on his tense face waiting for the answer. He turned his eyes to Voldemort who was having breakfast again, watching him cut the steak with simple movements, his eyes unconsciously Become a little yearning, "Then... I'm relieved..."

He murmured, and Abraxas looked at them puzzled and tilted his head and asked, "Hey, Ridou, actually since I saw Professor Voldemort yesterday, I really want to ask, do you look like him?" Really, your relationship is...?"

"Oh, he should be my father, although he has been refusing to admit it..."

Tom shrugged indifferently, but Abraxas widened his eyes when he heard this: "Isn't it? Professor Voldemort looks at most 25, and I can believe it better if you say he is your brother or uncle!"

"You say yes...you can say whatever you want..."

Tom drank the cider that he had prepared for him by the elf that Voldemort had brought from home, and then he put down the glass and walked towards Voldemort, while opening his arms: "Dear Professor Voldemort, as a Slytherin prefect , on behalf of everyone, I would like to give you a warm hug and welcome to Slytherin."

"...What are you thinking?"

Voldemort put down the knife and fork, lowered his voice with a stinking face and still looked indifferently, and asked Tom, but Tom just kept the posture waiting for a hug without responding.

"..."

The indistinct commotion among the students below made Voldemort frown. He pulled away the chair, stood up slowly from the seat, and opened his hands towards Tom as if wanting to give him a quick hug, but Tom was sly With a smile, he hugged Voldemort's slender waist tightly: "Dear Mr. Voldemort, on behalf of all the teachers and students of the school, I extend a warm welcome to you."

"...It's enough to say this once... let me go!"

Voldemort maintained a smile on his face, but stared at Tom with stern eyes in his dark eyes, his eyes were majestic and full of warning, but Tom didn't pay attention at all, and after hugging Voldemort, he resounded on Voldemort's cheeks. A pair of wet kisses: "I didn't seem to feed the medicine last night, dear Daddy, do you mind if I come over to help again tonight?"

"If you want to be awada by me...now, let me go!"

Voldemort hissed softly and warned, but Tom didn't feel any pain at all, because he already knew that his Voldemort was a paper tiger who loved face, so he deliberately hugged Voldemort's waist tightly and said, "Don't be like this." , Daddy──Kissing your children good morning and before going to bed is a daddy’s obligation, you have owed me for so many years, it shouldn’t be too much to ask you to repay me a few times a day, right?」

"..." Voldemort was silent for a long time, and then his cold black eyes melted into bright red magma, but he still smiled very forbearance, but his voice was like a "smile" squeezed out from between his teeth: " I should have told you many times, I'm not your dad, not your uncle, not your uncle, not any of your relatives, are you suffering from selective amnesia or Nagini wrapped your head around? Do you want me Send you to the hospital wing to wake up?"

"Dear Voldy Daddy, you are my adoptive person, so you should know that there is a status in this world called adoptive father, or would you rather let me call you dear brother Voldy?"

Tom stopped talking at this point, because Voldemort was already trembling with anger, he glared at Tom who was still holding onto his clothes with an innocent face for a long time, and then moved instantly without even needing his shirt, leaving Tom looking at his hand with dissatisfaction. on the black robe.

"Tsk... let him run away, don't bring such a..." Complaining, Tom walked back to the dining table, and his friends looked at him in disbelief: "Oh my god, Raidou, you It's crazy! Others would be too nervous to move when they see Voldemort, but you dare to hug him and take off his clothes on the spot!"

"what?"

At the other end of the distance, Voldemort, with his shirt on, was coughing wildly while cursing: "Damn Harry Potter... cough cough... damn Dumbledore... damn, damn, damn... ...Damn Tom Riddou and Lord Voldemort...cough cough...cough cough cough cough..."