The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The third son can't remember how many times he woke up midway.

Whenever she thinks it's finally over, some brown-haired mafioso wakes her up in a more egregious way.

Will slow movements be easier than drastic moves?

Is the expensive and rich Romani-Conti softer than a 150 yen bottle of bozi soda in a convenience store?

At least after today, the red-haired ghost girl didn't want to see red wine for a long time, nor did she want to take another sip! ...Whether it's above or below, I don't want to drink!

The familiar feeling was like an electric current, rushing up Sanzi's spine once again, climbing up his keen nerves.

The steaming sweat slid down the girl's forehead and dripped into the bathtub.

Sanzi couldn't tell whether this was the result of the hot water vapor in the bathroom or other factors.

Sanzi's fair skin was flushed with blush, and her long wine-red hair was scattered behind her back.

It's a pity that she didn't seem to have the time to clean, and most of the ends of her hair were soaked in hot water because she was forced to raise her head up. Following the movements of the mafia, the red water plants swayed and swayed.

The water level in the bathtub kept decreasing with a 'crash', but soon, it was refilled by the running water from the faucet.

At one point, the red-haired girl finally had enough.

She bit Zhongyuan Zhongye's shoulder and issued an ultimatum.

Although the bright red corners of the eyes and the residual crying voice did not seem to have much deterrent effect.

"...You, Chuya-sensei! I want to sleep! If you dare to wake me up again...I'll—"

Crush every bone in your body!

The red-haired ghost shark opened its mouth, and a pair of small canine teeth shone fiercely under the light of the bathroom.

…Then, he was pushed in by a gravity force who had seen it for a long time, and kissed him deeply, and the tip of his tongue brushed the third son’s fangs too much, and rubbed them lightly, which can be said to be quite arrogant up.

"... Woo! You!"

The third son shivered under Zhong Yuanzhong's smiling gaze, and couldn't tell whether he was more angry at being underestimated or more shy.

"It's okay third son,"

Nakahara Chuya bowed his head and kissed the wet forehead corner of the red-haired girl, "If you are tired, you can just go to sleep, and I will do the rest by myself."

Third son: "..."

big liar!

The movement of your hand is not...! !

The rough voice that was completely opposite to the gentle kiss came, and the third son suddenly bowed his back, swearing secretly in his heart, until the effect of [Lovers 100% Obedience] passed——

Nakahara Chuya, you wait for me!I definitely want to... Mmm!

But it looks like a certain red-haired ghost still has a long statute of limitations before the "just reckoning" comes.

……

…………

The people at PortMafia found that the Central Plains cadres who came back from vacation seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and they almost wrote the words spring on their faces.

So...it's the power of the holidays?

On the floor representing one of the five major cadres, subordinates in black suits exchanged puzzled glances with their colleagues as they listened to the humming sound coming from the office.

How naive, Mr. A.

A senior with a rich life experience looked at the single junior lovingly, showing the look down from a "winner in life".

The state of the Central Plains cadres obviously got what they wanted!

And just relying on their boss, who is in a good mood when they see everyone now.

He dared to use his wife's dressing cabinet to guarantee that the Central Plains cadres would never be polite to his lovers, and would eat them up and wipe them clean, leaving no scum left.

This contented look resembled a big cat lying on the grass, flicking its tail, closing its eyes and feigning sleep.

And a few days ago, he shot fiercely, and at first glance, hey, he was dissatisfied, so he took the enemy's state of venting his anger as two different people!

The full-fledged black beast stretched, and then returned to its usual good temper (?).

Well, although at this time, if anyone who doesn't have eyes really thinks it's a big cat, and walks up to purr his head, his hand will definitely be bitten off.

However, the Central Plains cadres...

Whether it's the family or the workplace, the experienced seniors glanced at the cadre's office and stopped talking.

Based on his impression of the red-haired ghost messenger, from the few glimpses he had seen, he could see that although the girl was very talkative, if she bullied her too much, the consequences would be dire of.

It's good to be satisfied, but Chuya's cadre...

Are you really not afraid that you will be unilaterally broken up by your lover when you come back from get off work tonight?

In fact, Mr. Gravitator, who accidentally revealed his true colors, did slowly come back to his senses.

Before Nakahara Chuya left the apartment, the red-haired ghost girl was still sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt.

The girl's cheeks buried in the pillow were stained with tears, and her arms outside the quilt were covered with green and red bite marks.

Originally, with Guicha's excellent self-healing ability, most of these bruises should have disappeared theoretically, but they couldn't stand a certain uncontrolled mafia, who asked for it over and over again, and finally turned into this "tragedy situation".

A tube to get a glimpse of the leopard.

It is enough to imagine how many marks left by the Central Plains cadres on the girl's body and other more secret parts.

It can be said that Zhong Yuan was quite surprised by the excellent physical fitness and resilience of the ghost clan.

It's like a treasure chest whose bottom is hard to see. Whenever he thinks that he has reached the girl's limit, Nakahara Chuya can always develop a new bottom line from it. People can't help but want to find out further. Where is the critical point.

If it goes too far, will the red-haired ghost make a better sound?

If it goes a little deeper, will she cry and beg for mercy?

It wasn't until the out-of-control Zhongyuan Zhong also realized that he seemed to have gone too far.

……cough.

In the bedroom, Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist with one hand and coughed a little guilty.

He stepped forward with light steps, put Sanzi's arm into the quilt, and then pulled the quilt to cover the girl's exposed shoulders.

Fingers wearing black gloves gently stroked the broken hair stuck in the corners of the girl's eyes. In the morning, the pale golden light shone through the cracks in the curtains and fell on the peaceful sleeping face of the third son.

Like a veil of sunshine, the red-haired girl's cheeks were coated with a soft halo, as if the girl would melt in the light in the next second.

Zhong Yuanzhong just stared at the third son for a long time, and finally suppressed the urge to wake him up, just lowered his head, and kissed lightly on the little ghostly corner of the red-haired girl's forehead.

"I'm going out, third son."

"Hoo... Chuya, teacher..."

The soft ravings of the red-haired girl reached the ears of the Mafia.

Zhong Yuan stood up straight for a moment, and leaned his ear curiously, wanting to hear what the third son had to say.

"Three sons?"

The distance that was just opened is getting closer again.

Nakahara lowered his head, and the ocher hair fell on Sanzi's face, but before the Mafia could make any further moves, the sleeping red-haired girl suddenly opened her mouth and bit the button of Zhongya's shirt.

Then there was a 'click', and the sharp canine teeth smashed the button into pieces on the spot.

"...Bite you to death!"

The red-haired girl, who was about to wake up, uttered a sleepy word aggressively, rubbed the pillow again, and slowly fell asleep.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The ocher-haired mafia looked at the missing button on the shirt, then at the four-petaled button on the mattress, and fell into deep thought.

After he came back at night, this apartment should not be smashed to nothing but rubble by angry ghosts, right?

Inside the PortMafia officer's office

After thinking calmly for a moment, Nakahara Chuya silently took out his mobile phone and began to browse information about new houses for sale in Yokohama.

All in all, just in case, order a set first.

For the time being, he doesn't want to live on the streets or stay in hotels for the next few days.

After all, with the characteristics of a red-haired idiot's 'work', the hotel is too troublesome.

In addition, there are some tricks, cough, no, what he means is that some situations are not easy to use.

Here, Zhongyuan Zhong is also openly fishing at work, looking for villas and apartments for sale.

As a result, I flipped through it, and accidentally, the search keywords changed from "doubles, couples" to "a family of three, school park facilities, high-quality educational resources" and other strange directions.

On the other side, in the apartment

A certain red-haired ghost finally got enough sleep and woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and got up, just about to stretch as usual, but just as she raised her hand, she got stuck and her whole body froze.

In the past, the sore feeling of beating people for [-] rounds in the arena, and training with the devil for [-] hours, permeated the upper limbs for a long time.

Red wine, fingers, mirror, bathtub...

The scenes from the previous night flooded with joy and joy, revived in Sanzi's mind one by one.

Dead, dead memories suddenly attacked her!

The third son sat on the head of the bed in a daze for a while, then slowly, slowly let out a 'woo', and covered his face that was so red that it was about to bleed.

She didn't even remember how she got to the bathroom, but soon, the red-haired girl lost her shyness.

because--

In the bathroom, the third son looked at his bruised arm and took a deep breath.

After finally making enough mental preparations, he lowered his head, and saw the even more horrific chest and inner thighs, and the high collar couldn't cover the marks on his neck unless he was wrapped in a scarf.

Third son: "..."

Great, Chinese, Ye, Teacher, Teacher.

In the mirror, a certain red-haired ghost girl smiled instead of anger.

With a 'click', she crushed the toothbrush in her hand, and the smile on her face was as bright as the March fire in hell.

A black mace appeared beside her, and with a 'dang' sound, it hit the ground, accidentally smashing a big hole in the bathroom floor.

****

In the evening, Zhongya Nakahara stood at the door of the apartment, took out his phone and looked at the screen again.

Sure enough, there was no reply to the message in the morning, only his inquiry message lying alone on the chat interface.

At this point, of course, the Zhefa gravity user would not naively think that it was because some ghost girl was still resting and did not wake up.

The only answer, no matter how you think about it, there is only one——

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared carefully at the unchanged gate for a moment, and slowly opened the lock with the awareness of seeing a ruin.

drop--

The fingerprint lock was recognized correctly, and the door of the apartment was unscrewed, revealing the inside.

"Ok?"

Seeing the sight of everything as usual, Zhongyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The apartment was quiet, and no second person could be sensed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the kitchen. The breakfast he prepared in the morning was still on the table in good condition, without any trace of being touched.

Zhe's gravity moved his eyebrows, and he walked quickly into the bedroom.

——The large floor-to-ceiling mirror that was regarded as a bully prop has been smashed to pieces by a ghost messenger.

But despite being angry, the girl didn't forget to collect the broken glass and throw it into the trash can.

Clothes were missing from the room.

And in the bathroom, the little yellow duck brought by the red-haired girl...

Judging from these clues, it is easy to draw the conclusion that the bullying went so far due to gravity that the lovers packed their bags overnight and ran away from home.

For a moment, Chuya Nakahara's mind flashed the sympathetic look of a subordinate "Be careful of being broken up".

But soon, the gravitational force made him calm down.

It might be hard to tell if it was someone else, but for a certain red-haired ghost——

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about the empty wardrobe for a second, then suddenly chuckled.

He took off the coat on his shoulders, put it on the shelf beside him, and then moved his wrist briefly.

Sure enough, the second he was ready——

【】【】——!

The sound of piercing through the air sounded behind Zhongye Zhongyuan, followed by a stern light, aiming at the head of the red-haired mafia and smashing it with a hammer!

After being dodged by Nakahara, the black weapon that fell into the air sank deeply into the floor with a 'dang' sound.

The violent force made a big hole in the floor instantly, followed by countless spider web-like cracks around it.

It was a black mace with a familiar shape. It was stuck at Zhongye Zhongye's feet, and there was a small koala pendant hanging on the handle of the handle.

From this, it can be seen that the person who launched the attack is ready to be revealed.

"Ah, Teacher Chuya, welcome back."

The red-haired girl's voice sounded in the bedroom.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around, not surprised at all, and met the smiling eyes of a red-haired ghost.

The third son stretched out his hand and waved his fingers lightly.

The mace stuck in the floor shook with a 'buzz', spun and flew in the air, summoned back to the girl's side by the same path, and was held by the third son's right hand.

The third son looked at Chuya Zhongyuan with a smile as sweet as eating a cake,

"So, Teacher Chuya, after a hard day's work, do you want to be beaten first when you get home? Or do you want to be beaten first, or is it better to be beaten?"

Nakahara Chuya: "... Is there any difference between your choices?"

"Yep."

The third son blinked his eyes, picked up the mace and flashed it for a moment, and moved in front of Zhongye Zhongyuan.

One blow, cut down in horror!

"——It's the difference between me beating you and being beating you! Explode! Teacher Chuya!"

Facing the red-haired ghost's attack power, which was [-]% or [-]% weaker, the Zhefa gravity envoy didn't dare to push it too hard.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed helplessly, raised his hand unhurriedly, and took it with gravity.

boom--!

The aftermath of the violent impact exploded at the location where the two collided.

The gravity ability can remove the terrible force on the weapon, but it can't stop the red-haired ghost's speed and attack like a storm.

Obviously, the third son who got serious learned to behave himself.

This time, she used her flash ability to flash around Zhongya Zhongya like a ghost, not giving the Mafia's supernatural power a chance to get close.

The mace is not enough, then the bed board, wardrobe, chair...

In this apartment, everything within reach can become a weapon for the third son to attack the gravity user!

All in all, there is only one goal, and that is——

Beat Teacher Chuya until three-quarters died to extinguish the fire in his heart!