Invade the white dove

After the prisoner was escorted to the death row prison, Julis immediately returned to the palace to return to his command.Kyle was very satisfied with the results of the second campaign, and rewarded Yulis with the precious dark red cloth and the Odong pink pearl ring that made all the nobles rob their heads.

Ulis kisses the toe of Kyle's shoe and praises the king's generosity.

"Ten days later, I will make you my knight. During this time, let the court ceremonial music officer teach you some necessary etiquette." Kyle nestled in the arms of the demon Tatos, and ordered slowly.

After returning to his bedroom, Julis put the pearl ring and the letter from his father in the corner of the closet.

He then took out the "Old God's Testament" from the bookshelf. The middle part of this book had been hollowed out by Sotiria, and it could just fit into Julius' ring pendant. It was usually placed together with other books. From the outside, there is no trace of flaws.

Julius held the pendant in both hands, knelt by the bed and prayed in a low voice.

This is a routine, and Sotiria has seen it countless times since signing the contract with Yulis.His stubborn little prince was so extreme that every night he would knelt on the cold floor as if masochistic, and would not get up until his knees were numb and his legs and feet were cold.

Sotilia leaned against the bookcase, flipping through the old covenants casually, and was ready to pick him up from the ground when Julius finished saying the prayer.

It's just that I didn't expect that just halfway through the prayer, there was no sound in the room.Sotiria raised his eyes in amazement, and saw Julius swung his short sword and stabbed his bare chest fiercely.

"What are you going to do?" Sotiria rushed out instantly, clenched Yulis' wrist, "Are you going to hurt yourself again?"

Julius tensed his forearm, and competed with Sotiria for the dagger, but his eyes avoided his gaze: "95 people died by my hand, I am guilty."

Sotiria looked at Julius' chest heaving violently, and a faint blue light shone on the left chest, which was the seal of the contract they concluded, which was very beautiful.But on the right chest, there was a finger-long scar, twisted ugly.

It is the mark Julius carved to remember Lisa.

"95 people. You're going to make 95 wounds on yourself? You're going to bleed to death."

"Or do you expect me to stop you in time and heal you after discovering your self-abuse?"

Julius remained silent.

Seeing his little prince's stubborn face, as if he would never give up until he was covered in bruises, Sotiria suddenly smiled helplessly: "Okay."

he said compromisingly.

Unbelievable, Julius quickly raised his eyes, and just happened to meet a glimmer of gloom in Sotiria's eyes.The next moment, a sharp pain came from his wrist, and Julius groaned in pain. He couldn't help but let go of his right hand, and the dagger slipped from his hand, and Sotiria picked it up.

"Okay, Julius," Sotiria continued, his voice hoarse and forceful, "If you like pain, I will satisfy you."

Before Julis could react what the words meant, the soft flesh around his waist was pinched by the other party, and the tense muscles instantly relaxed. Just as he was in a daze, Sotiria pinched his waist and pulled He fell on the bed.

Cold hands covered his eyes, and the darkness engulfed him airtightly. Yulis subconsciously bent his legs and wanted to kick the person who was pressing on him away, but after realizing that it was Sotiria, There was another trace of hesitation.

It was at this moment of pause that another cold hand grabbed his ankle, half dragged him to the ground, and rolled him to the middle of the soft bed.

Julius was embraced by the soft quilt, and his face was rubbed against the soft and cool quilt.His vision was deprived, and even his sense of smell and hearing failed at this moment. He was like a fallen man who fell into a bottomless abyss. Inexplicable fear instantly enveloped him. He only dared to open his mouth and let out a desperate cry for help.

"Sotiria..." He called Mr. Knight's name.

"Under the contract, I am yours, and you are mine." Sotiria murmured in a low voice, "Everything about you should be mine, your soul, your body, including the scars on your body."

"Under the contract..." Julis said calmly, "You should listen to me."

After the initial panic, Julis no longer struggled, he lay quietly and obediently on the bed, letting the familiar, soft breath envelope him.

Mr. Knight will not hurt him.

He firmly believed.

A chuckle was his answer.

A kiss as soft as a cat's tongue, with a little bit of tingling, fell on the knife wound he had just made.

Just such a touch made his body itch densely, reminding him of that sinful dream.

"...Let me go." Julius licked his dry lips and ordered calmly, but the trembling ending revealed his truest thoughts.

His field of vision was pitch black, but he could clearly feel Sotiria's eyes grazing over his bare chest inch by inch, the scorching sight was like burning red iron, mercilessly branding on his skin, Burning his body hot.

A cold rope was wrapped round and round around his ankle, following Sotiria's movements, it made a crisp bell sound.

It was the bell that Hassan wrapped around his feet when Kyle summoned him!

Julius wanted to resist, but his limbs seemed to be enchanted, and he couldn't move at all.

The hands are also bound, but unlike the wrist bell, the rope tied to the wrist is a bit stiff and has a fluffy feel.It's not so much a rope as it is like...

In High Demon form, the tail of "Sabol".

The belated fear finally took hold of him, and Julis seemed to realize at this moment that this knight who showed extreme gentleness in front of him was a wandering spirit of unknown origin, who could easily break the neck bones of humans.

He is also a wandering soul who met the devil and was praised by the devil as "the devil of sex and desire".

Lust and desire.

Do not--

Julius suddenly trembled violently.

Jingling bells, the bells on her feet also rang crisply.

A cold, thin thing moved over his body, and he knew almost immediately that it was the dagger that Sotiria had just snatched from him. , to the scar on the chest, snakes scratched across the skin.

"No, Sotiria, don't do anything you regret." Ulis said tremblingly.

The tip of the knife stopped at Julis' lower abdomen.

Sotiria turned the handle lightly, and the sharp knife danced on the constantly rising and falling belly.

There used to be a white dove mark, but in order to hide his identity, Julius burned the white dove tattoo off with a candle, leaving only an ugly brown scar.

Sotiria looked down at Julius from above.His eyes skipped his eyes, stayed in his left eye socket for a long time, lingered on his lips for a while, and finally landed on the chest where the seal of the contract was engraved.

A faint, soft blue light appeared, flickering on and off with Julius' rapid breathing.

With his index finger on it, he could clearly feel the trust, confusion, and guilt coming from the seal of the contract.

Only there is no fear.

"Ulysses..."

Under such circumstances, his little prince still didn't feel fear or loathing towards him.Seeing Ulysses lying in his arms with messy red hair, Sotiria gritted his teeth and finally gave up some thought: "Ulysses, what should I do with you?"

A deep voice rang in his ears, and Julis dodged subconsciously, but the hand covering his eyes suddenly moved away, and pinched his chin instead.Yulis was finally able to see Sotiria's expression clearly at the moment - what was hidden in the frown was not anger, but bottomless sadness.

"In the red brick tavern, you were deliberately injured in a fight with a gladiator."

"After the little girl named Lisa died, you cut yourself with a dagger. Now, you still want to hurt yourself. Julius, you like to punish yourself with pain, don't you?"

Julis stared at Sotilia, watching Mr. Knight frown together, then slowly loosen it, and then lowered his head.

"If you like pain..." Sotiria's voice became gentle again.The tip of the knife slashed down, cutting a wound in Julis' abdomen.

Julius swallowed and groaned.

Blood rushed out.

But immediately after, his wound seemed to be covered with softness, cold, and a little wet. Slippery, he carefully caressed his knife wound and kissed away his blood.

"So..." Julius wanted to speak, but his mouth was covered.

The fine pains came one after another, and the cold sweat burst out of the pores in an instant.

It was a blade, mercilessly leaving deep marks on his body, he could hear the sound of flesh being cut open, and he could also smell the iron smell of blood gushing out.

However, in this continuous fiery pain, and in Sotiria's ensuing comforting kiss, he tasted the joy that should never be shameful. What grows in the hair and from the cracks in the bones is called the pleasure of sin.

He despises himself like this.

Julius bit his tongue, trying to force himself to keep clear in the pain, but was discovered by Sotiria, and Mr. Knight forcefully opened his mouth and put his fingers between his teeth.

"Bite me if it hurts you," Sotiria said, "but I won't let you hurt yourself."

Julius rolled his throat and swallowed a painful sob.

I don't know how long it took, the blanket under his body was already soaked with sweat, and he was also paralyzed in pain and numbness, Sotiria finally let go of his shackles, threw away the dagger, picked up the mirror by the bedside, and against his belly.

"95 dollars." Mr. Knight said hoarsely, "No more, no less."

Julius stared blankly at the mirror.

In the mercury mirror, a bright double-petalled rose bloomed in the blood-red thorns in the lower abdomen, rising and falling with his breathing, as if trembling in the cold wind.

More flirtatious and dangerous than the tattoo Hassan had painted on him.

"Rose thorns." Sotiria said, "Arm yourself with poisonous thorns all over your body, and only bloom in the coldest wind."