Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Fragrant and sweet pheromones rush to the face.

Different from the all-woody aroma of the Zen Academy, the pheromones of the Baimao Wutiao seem to have a sweet taste, just like Wujo Wu at this moment——

The boy who grabbed my clothes and rubbed his whole body in my arms, at this moment, his pure white and flawless body was dyed a thin red, and his whole body, especially his neck exuded a cool and soft feeling. It tasted sweet, and it smelled like his childhood favorite frosted honey.

He sweated a lot, his snow-colored hair rubbed against my clothes wetly, his cheeks were flushed and he buried his head in my arms: "alpha...well, mark..."

I:"……"

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"I'm not an alpha, young master."

I pulled the child who was suffering from emptiness during the climax period out of my arms, and looked down at him with a wooden face, "Do you still have your own consciousness? Are you burnt out?"

"Oh, it's hard..." The young man could hardly stand without my support, his hands and feet were limp, and his teary eyes let out a soft sob. His blue eyes looked at me pitifully and full of longing, as if he was praying silently.

However, there was no fluctuation in my heart.

—Of course! !What a fart to be able to fluctuate against a kid who is not yet 13 years old! !I'm not a pervert! !

As for the physiological reaction evoked by pheromones...that kind of thing was directly ignored by me.

I'm not the kind of kid who has no self-control.Back in the day, even if I faced the S-level pheromones of the father and son, I was still able to maintain myself, and even beat the omega in heat!

So I, the firm and wise Master Eiji, will naturally not be tempted by the current Gojo Satoru, and I can be said to ignore his pleading for help with a heart of stone—no, in his current state, he should look at me like this to ask for help. I beg. Please?

Alas.

Frightened by my own associations, I had a toothache, so I decisively took out the unmarked omega-specific inhibitor.

Anyway, Gojo Satoru is only 12 years old this year, no matter what the old guys of the Gojo family think, I will never allow my little young master to be marked!

Children, don't think about things that are not suitable for children, just obediently give me inhibitors!

Thinking of this, I slapped off the boy's trembling fingertips digging into my clothes coldly, squatted down and grabbed his wrist to give him an injection.

However, it was blocked.

Staring at the needle tip that could no longer get close to the pink and tender skin for a moment, I looked up at the pair of blue eyes that were subconsciously staring at me, and said softly:

"Is the young master afraid of injections? It's okay, don't look at me like this, he is actually a super powerful doctor! It's just an injection of inhibitors, and it won't make you feel any pain!"

"...inhibitor?"

The white-haired boy's bright red lips whispered, his snowy eyelashes trembled like a small fan, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes suddenly.

When I was at a loss, he came up limply, hugged my neck in his arms, and murmured helplessly and at a loss as if he was afraid of being abandoned: "Why do you need inhibitors? Don't...don't inhibit Potion... woo--"

……Ugh.

I felt the cold tears on my face, couldn't help but sighed deeply, and asked softly, "Why don't you want to inject inhibitors, young master?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer me, but just rubbed his soft and hot face against my cheek with attachment, his blue eyes sparkling with water were full of confusion.

His tears kept dripping down my face and collarbone, the rich sweet smell permeated the air, and the pheromone that had been accumulated for three days without being relieved surged out through body fluids and penetrated into my body through the skin inside.

It's not good to go on like this.

If Gojo Satoru doesn't accept the inhibitor, I can only...

My face darkened imperceptibly, I pulled the boy away a little, and looked up and scanned around.

Thanks to his overflowing pheromone and that note of "Cang", the surrounding attendants ran away long before I used the wooden escape technique. At this moment, there are only me, Gojo Satoru, and the unconscious man in the courtyard. maid.

But after all, it is an open-air environment where people will come over at any time, so I'd better be careful.

Having made up my mind, I did what I said, picked up Gojo Satoru and rushed to his room, trying to awaken his consciousness through dialogue: "Young master, why did you attack me just now?"

"Huh? Huh... Huh..." The snow-haired boy purred in pain like a cat in distress, grabbed my collar and panted to kiss me again and again, but I frowned and turned my head away.

He seemed to have sensed my rejection from this action, and mist of grievance immediately appeared in his sky-like pupils, and he looked at me weepingly as if he had been abandoned.

"...You don't want me anymore."

He finally uttered the first complete sentence since we met, and then, as if awakened by this sentence, he roared angrily but choked up and sobbed: "You don't want me anymore, right!! "

I was stunned by this sudden accusation, I almost threw him who was struggling endlessly inadvertently, and hurriedly tightened my arms: "Young master! Hey, young master, don't move around!"

"Let me go! You liar who doesn't mean anything!" Gojo Satoru punched my chest angrily, "I saw it! You are so close to that woman, do you want to kiss her?! "

I:"???"

"It's all about it!" I couldn't laugh or cry when I was caught in a big pot, "No, young master, listen to my explanation——"

"I won't listen, I won't listen!" Gojo Satoru struggled desperately like an unreasonable cute girlfriend, crying and fussing so much that he wanted to climb on top of my head and beat him to vent his anger.

Fortunately, he was deeply tormented by the climax period, and he gave up his strength after a few struggles. The little one was soft in my arms, looking at me with red eyes sobbing, tears rolling down from the white eyelashes .

"You haven't come back, you must have been seduced by someone outside... woo... woo, you haven't come back. I've been waiting for you for so long, but you haven't come back..."

I fell silent, and listened to the young man sobbing and repeatedly emphasizing "I will never come back" without saying a word, and I had a vague guess in my heart.

With such a severe fear of throwing away, the child may have-

With a sound of "shua", I opened the door of Gojo Wu's room, and when I saw my clothes all over the floor, I said in my heart helplessly.

It seems that the restlessness and emptiness that has not been marked for a long time made my little master directly enter the nesting period.

This is the first time I have seen omega's nest building. I heard that they will be so eager for the breath and companionship of their partners at this time that they will collect a large number of their partners' clothes to make nests for themselves.

Not only that, it is said that the omega in this period will basically lose its reason and thinking ability, and the only thing left in its mind is to let the partner hug and hold it high... and pester the partner to do some shameful things day and night, Gain security by being ruthlessly possessed.

Hmm... the first half is basically consistent with the symptoms of the young master.

But I am not the young master's companion, why would he use my clothes to build a nest?

I closed the door with my backhand, stood at the door and thought for two seconds, and decisively attributed this to Gojo Satoru's fledgling plot.

Well, it's easy to understand that when you are emotionally vulnerable, you subconsciously regard reliable adults around you as objects of comfort?I understand!I will never misunderstand my pure and lovely little white hair just because of this!

But having said that, it's been a long time since I saw such a clingy and crying young master. This brat seems to have entered a period of rebellion recently, yelling all day long not to treat him like a child anymore.

This child has also grown up, and has already reached the climax period that marks sex and maturity.

Thinking of this, I immediately felt full of love for the little devil in my arms. While patting his back that was twitching from crying, I gently put him into the messy pile of clothes and rubbed him. Rubbing the wet snow-white hair.

"My lord, do you know who I am?"

In the closed space where no one except the delirious boy would know what I'm going to do to him next, I asked my little young master in a low voice.

Perhaps it was because returning to a familiar environment gave him a sense of security. The snow-haired boy curled up in the fabric and calmed down. He grabbed my sleeve inexplicably obediently, stared at me with wet blue eyes, and muttered in an irrelevant answer: " ……do not go."

"I'm not leaving." I replied softly.

That kind of promise made the boy a little happier, he leaned close and cuddled up to my arms, blushed and grabbed my hand, and groped into the clothes sitting under him.

He was only wearing a thin kimono, and my hands were sticky and wet.

I withdrew my hand calmly, looked at Gojo Satoru in silence, and sighed with a headache after a moment of silence.

Under the bewildered and longing gaze of the young man, I leaned over to him and gently kissed the center of his brow.

"Enlightenment." I whispered in his ear.

Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly shrank.

He looked at me in a daze, his eyes were still hazy, but his ears and neck turned red suddenly, and his beautiful and moist blue pupils also radiated an astonishing light in an instant.

"You! You called me just now...?!" He grabbed my collar and came forward in surprise, as if he wanted to kiss me.

I watched him gently, and lowered my eyes while hugging him...

One bite on the back of his neck.

"Well--!!"

Gojo Satoru trembled like an electric shock, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, his body curled up immediately, and his five fingers firmly grabbed my shoulder.

I took off his hand without changing my face, took out the inhibitor and tried again when he relaxed his vigilance, this time I finally successfully injected the liquid medicine into his body.

Well, although it is useless, it is still necessary to leave a needle eye.

I breathed a sigh of relief, just as I was about to let go of him and stand up, a hand grabbed the corner of my clothes.

"why……"

The hoarse voice with a thick cry made me pause, and I looked down at the boy who was curled up in a ball.

He looked at me with tears streaming down his face, looking extremely sad, "Why is it a temporary mark..."

That pitiful look softened my heart, and I gave him a comforting hug again.

"Little Lord."

I rubbed his cheeks that were fading away, and sighed softly, "I'm just a knife in your hand, I can't take you as my own, do you understand?"

"I don't understand!" Gojo Satoru roared in great reaction, trying to touch me with the last bit of strength, "I don't believe you really don't have any feelings for me—!!"

I quickly grabbed his hand, glanced at his chaotic and unfocused pupils expressionlessly, raised my hand and knocked him out mercilessly.

"Physiologically, I do need you right now."

Gently wiping off the blood on the back of the boy's neck, I said something that would not be heard, and at the same time cast a new technique that I had just mastered, completely erasing my bite marks, and finally clearing away the filth of the magic power.

In this way, everyone, including Gojo Satoru himself, whose sanity has been cleared, will only think that I stunned the young master and injected him with an inhibitor instead of giving him a temporary mark as an alpha .

After doing all this, I was able to continue what I said just now: "But psychologically—it's impossible."

Firstly, I like Shier very much now, that person has a heart full of holes, low self-esteem and sensitivity, who will be hurt at any time; secondly, it is impossible for me to do anything to underage children.

What's more, it's a child who is irrational and can't even tell the identity of the person he is asking for help.

the most important is--

After properly placing the slender boy on the mattress, I looked at Gojo Satoru's expression full of anxiety, and sighed bitterly.

——The real [most precious thing] in my heart should be a cute thing that is obedient and silent, can be completely protected by me, and will not raise any objections.

Now it's weird to actively want to take me as your own.

Seriously, who would fall in love with the most sacred and inviolable hometown in their hearts?

Eiji-sama, I'm not a fetish, I'm a normal man, okay?

"--boom!!"

My door was pushed open with a deafening noise.

While drinking tea, I choked suddenly, coughing heart-piercingly while looking at the person coming, but I didn't expect to be grabbed by the collar and pushed to the ground violently in the next second.

"Eiji, you bastard!!"

Wujo Wutiao sat on me viciously, took off his sunglasses and threw them aside, revealing a pair of icy blue pupils spitting out anger.

"Why didn't you [beep——] me yesterday?! Why didn't you press me on the bed and [beep——] forcefully [beep——] me with your [beep——]?! For three days, my reproductive cavity was opened , but you actually knocked me out??!"

"Puuuuuuuu-"

Before I could finish my breath, I was choked again and again by the accusation that was so violent that it had to be silenced. I coughed violently and stared at him with shocked eyes at the same time.

"You, cough, cough! What are you talking about, young master! How could I act so presumptuously towards you! And I'm just a beta, I don't deserve you to—"

"Don't use that set of official words of allegiance to perfuse me!!"

Gojo Satoru didn't wait for my nonsense to finish, and interrupted me in a rage, "And what I want to say is more than that! You promised to come back in seven days at the latest, but in reality?!——You went for eight days Another full nine hours and 10 minutes!!"

I:"……"

"Do you have someone outside!!"

The young man who was dazzled by anger finally made a concluding remark with such a questioning as if he was caught in the palace.

I stared at him speechlessly for a long while, tried hard to think for a while, and finally tried my best to gently remind: "Well, it's really my fault for coming back after the time limit, but young master..."

"Even if I have someone outside, it should have nothing to do with you, right?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

As if he had been thrown into an ice cellar suddenly, he looked at the person he was most familiar with and closest to, completely unresponsive, and murmured as if suddenly deaf: "...What did you say?"

"I said that I will become your most loyal and inseparable knife. From this perspective, maybe if I have a partner, I should really tell you..."

Fuguo Yingji didn't seem to notice his trembling pupils and pale face at the moment, and continued to speak in distress, but every word and every sentence of his seemed to poke at the softest place in Gojo Satoru's heart, It made him tremble uncontrollably.

"But in the final analysis, young master, we are the relationship between the master and the subordinate? To make this bond more unbreakable than any relationship in the world, the best way is to maintain the status quo—I say this, do you understand? ?”

...cannot understand.

Rather, he didn't understand what this person was saying at all.

Is it just the relationship between the master and his subordinates?To make the fetters unbreakable, the best way is to maintain the status quo?

...What is he talking about?

Could it be that in this person's heart, he is only this level of existence? !

Gojo Satoru couldn't help breathing quickly, he slowly let go of the blue-haired young man's collar, straightened up and looked at him with strange eyes, and said with a trembling voice in disbelief: "...to you, I am just Lord?"

Fuguro Eiji frowned slightly: "To me, you are more important than anyone or anything."

Gojo Satoru immediately raised his voice excitedly: "Then you——!"

"I will always be loyal to you, even if I have to sacrifice my life for you."

Fuguro Yingji didn't give him a chance to continue, and interrupted him forcefully, his dark blue eyes were as calm as the deep sea, revealing an indisputable coldness like fate.

"But I hope you can understand, young master—"

"The master-slave relationship between me and you is more pure and sacred than moonlight and truth, and no love can be violated."