The lover that gravity makes is wrong

After officially becoming lovers, the relationship between the third son and Nakahara Chuya seems to have not changed much, only some small changes have taken place.

For example, the personal belongings of a certain red-haired errand began to appear more and more in Chuya's apartment.

In the beginning, it was just a common water cup tableware.

Soon, new toothbrushes and towels were added to the sink in the bathroom.

The fallen hair tie must be found in the cracks of the sofa in the living room, and——

In the guest room near the master bedroom, the number of spare clothes in the closet is increasing.

Because of the working relationship of "Jianhun", Sanzi inevitably needs to appear in some remote or dirty places.

A high force value does not mean that it will not be stained with some strange things.

If it's just blood, dust, etc., it's easy to say, but if it's stained with the black air of resentful spirits, the third son has to get rid of all the clothes on his body.

It didn't matter before, but now...cough, there is an extra close lover, and the ghost messenger always needs to think about the health of the other party.

As a result, most of the time, Sanzi's clothes are fast-consumables.

Originally, the third son had always been used to returning to the dormitory in hell after finishing work.

Until one time, Nakahara Zhong also inadvertently discovered that their time together was subtly reduced because of this, and the next day, there were a few extra sets of spare clothes for the red-haired girl in the closet in the apartment.

"Oh, that was a great help!"

The third son, clad in sticky black air, squatted on the balcony railing of the apartment, and happily accepted the skirt that Nakahara Chuya handed over, without noticing that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Do you want to simply flush it? It's not comfortable for these things to stick to your body."

The thoughtful ocher-haired mafia plucked the dead leaves mixed in Sanzi's hair, and made a suggestion along the way.

I didn't feel anything at first, but when Zhongyuan Zhongya mentioned it, the third son felt sticky all over his body for no reason, and couldn't wait to take a bath.

"Hmm! Thank you, Teacher Chuya!"

The red-haired girl nodded hurriedly, and disappeared onto the balcony with a 'snap'.

In the next second, Nakahara Chuya's ears moved slightly, and soon he heard the sound of water splashing from the shower head in the bathroom.

Under the night light, the ocher-haired mafioso leaned against the handrail, and seemed to chuckle slightly, but when he looked carefully, he found that his expression was normal, and it should be just an illusion brought by the light.

It was also from that day on that in Zhongya Zhongya's bathroom, more and more toiletries were prepared for the third son.

Until later, the third son did not go back to hell after work, but returned to Zhongya's apartment in Zhongyuan as usual.

On this day, the red-haired girl opened the wardrobe in the guest room as usual, searched around to no avail, then scratched her hair in doubt and went back to the living room, looking at Chuya Nakahara.

"Teacher Chuya, have you seen my koala pajamas?"

The third son stroked his chin, trying to recall, "It's so strange, I remember it was still there yesterday."

At that time, Nakahara Nakaya had just finished his day's work and was being shown his third son to take off his coat.

Hearing the red-haired girl's voice, the ocher-haired mafia's fingers that untied the tie paused invisibly. After a pause for a few seconds, he opened his mouth as usual, and said naturally,

"Ah, in that case, it should be sent to dry cleaning with my suit, let's wear the spare one first."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around, touched the back of Sanzi's head with his palm, and added with a smile,

"Don't worry, it's also a koala theme."

The third son showed sharp eyes: "... Is it my illusion, Teacher Zhongye, did you feel guilty just now?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a second: "How come, koala... very cute."

"Hey, of course! Daddy's favorite animals are the best!"

The red-haired girl put her hands on her hips proudly, quickly put aside the fleeting sense of crisis just now, and put on the spare pajamas.

In fact, the koala home clothes prepared by Zhongyuan Zhongyuan are not much different from Sanzi's original set in terms of style.

It's just that the jumpsuit design has been replaced by a short top and a knee-length plush skirt. There is an invisible zipper switch at the back of the spine and tail, which is blocked by the furry koala tail.

There really isn't much of a difference, but—

Easier to put on and take off.

"Well."

Sanzi, who had put on new pajamas, turned his head sideways, stretched out his fingers amusedly, and poked on the ear of the big hat.

She didn't notice that when she raised her hand, the hem of the short blouse was lifted up with the movement, revealing a white waist and a little navel.

...Oops, it seems a little too short.

Some self-inflicted red-haired mafioso looked away, his thin Adam's apple sliding up and down, swallowing the ice water in his mouth.

Of course, these are only visible shifts.

At the same time, some imperceptible changes were also being carried out by boiling the frog in warm water.

"What are you eating?"

An arm protruded from the girl's back, mixed with slightly moist water vapor, with the warm temperature and familiar breath just after bathing, and embraced the third son from behind into her arms.

Zhong Yuan also bent down, resting his chin on the third son's head, with a hint of laziness in his voice.

He lowered his eyelashes to look at the red-haired girl biting a candy.

This expression is inexplicably reminiscent of a large carnivorous hunter, lying down relaxed, pulling the prey into his own domain, and looking thoughtfully at the "grain reserve" in his arms. Where is the thoughtful look in the mouth.

This should have been an overly intimate and dangerous hug, but the third son seemed to be used to such contact.

She held the game controller in her hand and stared intently at the game villain on the screen.

The third son didn't even react shyly, but instead rubbed Nakahara Chuya trustingly, raised his head reflexively, and left a light kiss on the chin of the brown-haired mafioso.

"It's my latest masterpiece of snapdragon taffy."

But this is not for the Central Plains.

It's for the first and second sons.

Judging from the age, the first son and the second son should be the red-haired girl's "Sister Giri" in name.

But because they are Zashiki Doji, their appearance has always stayed at the five-year-old stage, so now, even though they are the younger ones, Sanzi looks more like the older one.

...Although from the point of view of words and deeds, there is indeed not much difference between the two.

The Zashiki boys who were on vacation in heaven obviously found a new toy, ahem, it was fun, and said that they would not go back to hell for the time being, and by the way, they did not forget to write a letter to ask their third son for new toffee candies.

And this masterpiece is obviously prepared for them.

Considering the preferences of the first and second sons, the third son put a lot of chocolate jam and almond pieces in the candy, as well as a full catty of sugar. Whether you are a sweet tooth lover or not, the sweetness can make you cry in one bite.

"Teacher Chuya, do you want to try it?"

The third son said this purely as a casual question.

After all, a certain brown-haired mafia has never been too cold for sweets, and their tastes are more salty.

Hmm... But it does seem like I put a little too much sugar in it.

The third son peeled off a candy and stuffed it into his mouth, unconsciously licked the icing on his fingers, and didn't notice the cobalt blue eyes that happened to be narrowed behind him.

Just be careful, it's not good if you have tooth decay.

The red-haired girl was thinking distractedly, and an unexpected answer interrupted Sanzi's thinking.

"I'll try it."

"Huh? Ah, Mr. Chuya, wait a minute..."

The third son didn't expect Zhong Yuanzhong to say the same thing, and subconsciously reached out to grab the new candy.

However, Nakahara Chuya's fingers had already been stretched out first, but he perfectly ignored the sugar ball in the girl's palm, pinched Sanzi's chin directly, and lifted her face upwards.

"No, this one is fine."

?What is this...?

Before the third son could react, Zhong Yuanzhong lowered his head, and the girl's lips were covered with the unique breath of the red-haired mafia.

The tip of his tongue deftly pushed against Sanzi's lips deftly and forcefully, and the fingertips on the back of the girl's head slid down, his nails precisely landed on the weak point of Sanzi's nape, and then he scraped lightly.

"what……!"

As if there were countless electric currents climbing up the brain along the spine, the third son yelled softly uncontrollably.

Zhong Yuanzhong also successfully penetrated into the warm mouth, first took a sip of the red-haired girl's tongue intimately, then flexibly found the toffee that hadn't completely melted, and rolled it into his mouth.

Then he closed his teeth and tapped his back molars lightly——

Kara.

The crisp sound of icing sugar shattering was extremely loud in the living room.

The rich chocolate filling flowed out, and before it fully diffused, it was pushed back into Sanzi's mouth by Zhongya Zhongyuan again.

Before the red-haired girl could protest, she was exchanged a lingering, chocolate-sweet kiss.

When the two started to separate, the breath of both sides was not stable.

The transparent silver thread connecting the lips hadn't been completely broken, and a blush quickly climbed up Sanzi's neck. Although his face was flushed, at least he didn't shut down on the spot.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the corners of his lips, revealing a thin smile.

He rubbed the red-haired girl with the tip of his nose, and commented seriously: "It's too sweet, third son."

"You...you...do it again—!"

The red-haired ghost tremblingly grasped the collar of the bathrobe in front of him, and was so bullied that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

But at least he could speak properly.

It is not a small progress.

Nakahara also kissed the corner of the girl's eyes with satisfaction.

—Yes, this is another imperceptible change.

Although some red-haired mafia would rather call it 'progress' than 'change'.

Little by little, develop a shy lover and lower her bottom line.

Anyway, no matter what the red-haired ghost messenger thought, Nakahara Zhongye took all the reactions into his eyes and proceeded to the next step step by step.

This fell into the eyes of the third son——

Mr. Chuya has become more and more 'scary'.

As if awakening some terrible trait, Infinity is keen to bully her, apologize, and then bully her even more excessively next time.

After going back and forth several times, the third son discovered that kissing is actually quite simple.

Really, at least better than—

The red-haired girl glanced at her fingers unexpectedly, as if recalling some terrible memory, an expression of extreme shame appeared on her face for a moment.

She used to want to scratch her hair, but when she raised her hand, she paused stiffly, and then put it down again.

Hmm... She now believes what Uncle Bai Ze said, Chuya-sensei, he, he...

"... a big pervert."

The red-haired girl blushed and whispered a word.

However, in fact, the third son didn't know that a certain brown-haired mafia was not so much a 'pervert', it was better to say that it was slowly revealing its true colors of attack.

It was like catching a prey caught in a net, and became reckless and unscrupulous.

At least judging from the current progress, Zhongyuan Zhong also thinks that he is already quite moderate.

But it's a pity that compared to a red-haired ghost who has been caught by her weakness and has no power to parry, the ghost assistant behind her is obviously a higher rank.

"Tsk."

Twice in a row, I ran into an idiot daughter who was not good at hiding her thoughts, blushing with an 'ahhhhh' face, her eyes were pierced by mosquito coils and knocked her forehead on the table. , showing a standard gloomy expression of a whale-headed crane.

【That brat is really too arrogant. 】

Although I said that I would not interfere with the third son's choice, but if it is work, there is nothing I can do.

A certain black-haired assistant squinted his eyes, flipped through the schedule in his hand, turned and walked towards Yan Modian.

So the next day, Huang Quan, the Fifth Yama Hall

"Eh? Is this a joint sports meeting?"

King Yan Mo looked at the plan in his hand, and a dazed expression appeared on his face, "Indeed, this year's Hell Games is about to start."

"But what's going on with this alliance, do you want to invite EU Hell to watch the game?"

"My lord, it's not an invitation, it's a duel."

The Ghost Assistant Officer corrected and said,

"The jailers have been too slack recently, it's time to help them tighten their skin."

"And the sports meeting can't just be the superficial idea of ​​[sports is muscle]. I plan to introduce a new competition mechanism on the basis of the current plan to fundamentally correct this point."

...competition mechanics, fixes.

King Yan Mo's heart skipped a beat when he heard these two words. Looking at the plain expression of his assistant officer, he skillfully raised a hint of ominous premonition.

"Although you are a member of the conference, you are not too strict, Mr. Ghost Lantern, are you?"

King Yan Mo said pointedly.

"What are you talking about, my lord?"

The ghost lamp didn't even pause, and denied Yan Mo's worries for a second.

Huh—that's good, Mr. Ghost Lantern still has a sense of propriety.

King Yan Mo hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his assistant, like a whale-headed crane panting, squinting his eyes for a moment, revealing the eyes of the mountain grandma looking at the passengers, and added,

"This is hell, my lord. Those slow-witted half-asses should take this opportunity to train them together."

King Yan Mo: "..."

really.

King Yan Mo: "I don't care if there is a problem, Mr. Ghost Lantern! If it affects the work of the next day, I will definitely not care about it!"

"Well, regarding this point, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

As if the ghost lamp had already prepared a plan, he handed over another plan to King Yan Mo,

"With this, the guards will definitely be able to work with full energy the next day."

"Really, really?"

King Yan Mo took the materials suspiciously, and after seeing the items listed above, he immediately showed a more horrified expression.

——"A full set of traditional Chinese medicine therapy in Paradise Paradise, and the 24-hour general operating room in EU Hell. Even if you faint halfway, you are guaranteed to wake up with an electric shock within one second and continue to compete. Those who abstain must accept Lady Lilith's offer 'Punishment Juice'!"

The assistant ghost and god touched his chin, and said in a safe manner,

"Well, the jailers must be very energetic."

King Yan Mo: ...This is no longer a question of whether you are mentally or not, Mr. Ghost Lantern!

What kind of sports meeting would use electric shock therapy!It's too scary!

King Yan Mo hesitated to speak, and when he was about to complain, suddenly the corner of his eye flashed, and he accidentally caught a glimpse outside the hall, the third son who was hugging a pillar and hitting the wall with a flushed face, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

He looked up at the expressionless ghost lamp, then at the sports meeting, the requirement of 'all members attending, which lasted two days', and a guess emerged in his mind.

King Yan Mo's mouth twitched: "...Ghost Lantern Lord."

"What's the problem, Your Majesty?"

"I'm just asking casually. You suddenly held the Hell Games ahead of time, extended the time for the competition, and invited people from EU Hell... Maybe, no, for the purpose of ignoring that Central Plains Lord, right?"

After all, this is not the Obon Festival, and the speed of flow in hell and this world is not the same.

Coupled with the fact that EU Hell is invited, that demon Mammon will definitely participate...

The guessing in his mind became clearer and clearer, King Yan Mo looked at his assistant officer stiffly,

"You should, you're not so childish, Mr. Ghost Lantern."

The administrator of hell stared at his first assistant officer, who was expressionless and calm.

Just when King Yan Mo began to doubt his own conclusions, and reflected that he was treating the old father's belly with the heart of a villain too much, he saw the assistant ghost and god suddenly raised his eyes, let out a 'huh', and showed a sneer.

That expression is very much like the Queen Mother who pulled out her hairpin and drew a Milky Way between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Commonly known as - making things difficult from the father-in-law.

King Yan Mo: "..."

Really!Please be human!You childish daughter!