Killer of this generation

Beisha chased after her desperately.

The hills formed by piles of rubbish are irregular and continuous, rugged and winding, before they can be completely extended in front of the sight, they have been thrown behind them from the corner of their eyes.

Behind him, half of the huge orange-red sunset has sunk into the horizon, and the remaining sparse rays of light scorched Beisha's back, and the leaden gray twilight began to encroach on the entire sky from the edge of the distance. .

Gone really, yes, that's right, the light, and the warmth, the fairness, the freedom.

Curt kept running towards the deepest dark gray in the east, his large and cumbersome sleeves fluttering in the air, as if deliberately pretending that he didn't hear the call behind him telling him to wait, and he didn't look back.

In a daze, the rays of the sun could no longer reach his soft and lustrous hair, and his darker and darker back seemed to merge with the continuous garbage and lead gray sky.

Beisha stepped up her pace, and the empty cans at her feet rolled down from the top of the slope with a clatter.

Curt began jumping from hill to hill with great speed, and Bessa was struggling to keep up, and she was about to be thrown off him.

The hot wind blew across the cheeks, and suddenly, there was an urge to cry, what if she couldn't catch him?

Beisha tore off the hairpin from her head and threw it towards his back. This hairpin was a souvenir from fishing for goldfish together on the day of the Emperor's Day celebration.

After swiftly avoiding it, Curt turned around and stood far away on the top of the hill.

"Don't follow!"

Angry and excited emotions burst out with a loud roar, he frowned, fisted his hands tightly, everything was a warning to strangers who tried to get close.

He doesn't want others to see him at this moment, he can't control his turbulent emotions, he can't control his stacks of masks that are clearly numbered, because they are out of order and malfunction.

"Go away! Go back and hear me!"

Curt glared at the man who ignored his stern warning and gradually shortened the distance between the two, 20 meters, 15 meters, ten meters, "Pervert!" He roared bitterly, turned around and jumped off in a hurry.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, Beisha stepped hard, and jumped down following Curt's trajectory without hesitation.

The world is quiet at this moment, there is no sound of hair slapping in the ear, no sound of pieces of rubbish dumping from the top of the hill, no sound of kimono belt rolling in the air.

She opened her arms.

The two who lost their balance in the air entangled and fell rapidly. After a loud "bang—" they rolled all the way down the hill made of garbage, and another piece of black and rotten garbage was dumped.

"Go down!"

When the two of them finally stopped rolling, Curt lay on his back on the pile of rubbish, panting and said coldly, he didn't know what was on his face.

When was a bloodstain drawn by some sharp edge.

Beisha opened her eyes and found that she was lying on Curt's body, but she didn't intend to move away immediately.She stared straight at him, and the pictures of getting along with him flashed in her mind.

The first time he came up with a mocking and disdainful expression, he crushed his larynx; the second time, he pressed himself against the wall of the elevator car and kissed himself with an ambiguous smile; Shan pressed his neck coldly and threatened, and the fourth time he played with himself on the roof with a mischievous look on his face...

"Come down!"

Curt turned his head a little embarrassed by Beisha's staring eyes.

"No."

After a slight pause, Beisha imitated his expressionless rebuttal, cautiously but with a resolute and desperate tone, her slightly flushed face was covered with a shadow as her back was turned to the light.

I don't know if it was because of the violent impact just now that caused the blood to surge up, or because of some other reason.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Curt was stunned, and suddenly turned back to look at the person on top of him, with a puzzled expression on his face, while a certain reflection in his wide-opened purple eyes was slowly enlarge.

"Hey you……"

Beisha closed her eyes tightly, but her eyelashes were so tense that they fluttered non-stop, and the tense facial muscles were a little stiff. She slowly lowered her head and approached his face.

What will be the next step, suddenly, both of them know exactly what they will do next.

A few meters away, a certain garbage dump that was affected by the violent impact just now collapsed suddenly with a crashing force, and a dirty and deformed bottle cap rolled towards this side.

Curt's Adam's apple moved up and down, and for the first time he was on the passive side, he felt nervous for no reason for the first time, and he lost control of the scene.

The pink lips were getting closer and closer, and the warm breath sprayed on the tip of his nose. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and his heart was pounding.

However, the red lips stopped suddenly very close to his lips.

At that moment, Curt inexplicably felt that he had a trace of regret, although he didn't want to admit it, so he slowly opened his eyes, but still lay quietly without moving.

The reason why Beisha stopped her movements was because she felt a tinge of sadness in her heart suddenly, as fine and innocuous as the wind blowing dust, but after those three seconds of hesitation flashed by, she chose to The angle was changed, and the gentle touch imprinted on the corner of his lips.

Gently, carefully, fragrantly, tremblingly.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

The brain went blank for a moment, and Curt pursed his lips before opening his mouth. In fact, what should he do?

Breaking through this strange sticky atmosphere made him hesitate for a long time, until——he saw her expression about to cry.

Although Bei Sha had red eyes and bit her lower lip tightly, she still nodded quickly and firmly to his question.

Curt sighed softly, and suddenly, he realized that he actually knew something, and he could feel some things without saying anything, those flashes of light in his eyes, the sight he hurriedly avoided while pretending to be inadvertent, even, There are also exactly the same, careful to please.

It's so resembling.

Curt propped up his upper body with his elbows, but he looked like a different person in an instant, and the playful and ambiguous expression appeared on his expressionless face again.

"Then don't regret it."

Hmph, I won't regret it.

It was the first time to be hugged horizontally by someone and treated like a princess with care and prudence; it was the first time to hug someone's neck like this, letting the other's fine hair slide gently over my cheek; it was the first time to worry about whether I was It was too heavy and heavy, and I was so embarrassed that my whole heart was floating in the air for a long time, but all these first times were realized before the huge orange-red sunset completely sank to the horizon.

Warmth and happiness, these are all she has worked hard for, and she is going to be in a trance.

A few hours later, a red full moon hung on the pitch-black night, completely replacing the orange-red oval sunset, and the hazy and flickering moonlight passed over the rough cement-like window frame It was so bright that it was dazzling, Beisha narrowed her eyes slightly, and the damp musty smell on the mud floor lingered intermittently at the tip of her nose. The smell even covered the coat with the scent of Curt's body under her body. Can't hide it either.

"Call it. Why don't you call it?"

Curt tilted his head, looking down at Beisha below him with a little dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Bei Sha glared at him a little shyly, and pulled up her messy clothes to cover her leaked spring.

Curt thought for a while expressionlessly, and then put his fingers into the red lips of the person below him and stirred them. Bessa wanted to push his hand away in embarrassment, but Curt was unwilling. The movement of his fingertips more presumptuous.

"Uh...uh...Ke..."

The silver thread that was too late to swallow continued to slide down the corner of the mouth. The moist heat and softness of the tip of the tongue wrapped around the fingertips. After stirring for a while, Kurt slowly pulled out his fingers in satisfaction. Under the moonlight, he stretched the hanging silver thread Glowing obscene luster.

Bessa was both ashamed and embarrassed by the scene. She blushed and looked away trying to catch her breath, disturbed by Curt.

Curt closed his cat's eyes, put his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them one by one as if nothing had happened, and made some strange noises on purpose.

"So sweet."

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Hearing that he came to such a conclusion, Beisha was so ashamed that she couldn't bear it. She wished to dig a hole in the ground immediately, she turned her head away shyly and flustered, closed her eyes tightly, and blocked her ears with her hands and muttered.

"What did you say?"

Curt teased and leaned over and asked, this action attracted the unique fragrance on his body, as if there was nothing there, as ethereal as a gossamer.When he lowered his head, she could vaguely see the small red spots with blood scabs on his white earlobe between the broken hair hanging by his earlobe, bright red and white.

Beisha pretended to cough lightly, then put her hands on her chest, pushed him lightly, and repeated with courage with a nervous and frightened look in her eyes, "I said, Curt is so good!" !"

Curt was startled when he heard the words, but then put on a smirk, and he blew into her ear.

"But, we originally agreed to do H's thing."

In the next second, Beisha felt that the blood in her whole body rushed to her forehead, and her cheeks seemed to be burning hot.

"It's too late to regret it now." Curt raised the corners of his lips, clasped her chin to make her look at him, and rubbed her red lips with his thumb restlessly.

Here it is again, with that casual and careless hooligan look, Beisha bit his fingertips provocatively, "You didn't know you heard me say I regret it!"

"Hey! Why did you bite me! It's a dog!" Curt cried out unexpectedly.

Bessa seized the opportunity to make a face at him, but this face obviously irritated Curt, he snorted and stretched out his hand to attack her waist.

"Stop stop! It's so itchy! Stop it!"

Bessa was so itchy that she twisted her body desperately to avoid his moving hand, and began to beg for mercy, but Kurt ignored it and still scratched happily. She kicked her legs angrily in an attempt to throw him over.

"Don't...don't move!"

Suddenly, Curt clamped the hands of Beisha who was struggling under the ground, and stopped Beisha's twisting with a forced and flustered tone.

Is there an ambush nearby?

Bei Sha looked at Curt, who was still fine just now but now facing a formidable enemy, with a confused face.

But after only a few seconds, she understood.

The eyes that are no longer clear, the heavy panting sound coming from the ear, the suspicious blush on the fair and handsome face, the rising body temperature coming through the layers of cloth, one of Curt's legs is It was supported between Bei Sha's legs, so as long as she pays attention at this moment, even Bei Sha can clearly feel something strange about him.

To be honest, for a moment, Beisha felt panic and fear. Although she had a general idea of ​​how that thing was done, she still felt trembling without practical experience.

An urge to retreat.

No, no, no, this is impossible, Beisha cheered herself up in her heart, she was the one who decided to seduce him, how could the seduced party run away!

She closed her eyes tightly as if she was going all out, and trembling, she slightly clamped her legs and rubbed upwards against that part.

"Uh huh..." Curt immediately took a deep breath, his eyes became darker and thicker, he grabbed her hand a little harder, and it hurt her, "Didn't I tell you not to move around?" !"

Curt, who had been suppressed so hard, growled angrily. He felt a tingling heat rushing down through his lower abdomen, especially when he saw the slightly raised red lips and the shy and dodging eyes of the person below. , this feeling becomes more and more obvious.

Possess, possess, possess, I want to see her bewildered expression for me, I want to hear what she is asking for from me, I want to feel her rising body temperature and sweet body because of myself.

However, in the next second, he had too many concerns, too much hesitation, too much rationality, Maggie's face and big brother's face, Besha's face and Kuroro's face, Faces twisted or overlapped in front of his eyes, and he was even a little at a loss. There was a swamp behind the cliff, reining in the cliff or getting stuck in the mud, what should he do right?

He frowned, and he was not so indifferent to some things.

Beisha admitted that she softened her heart the moment she saw a trace of hesitation in Curt's purple eyes. She must have been dazzled by the sweet and discordant atmosphere just now, and she was a little carried away.

She knew who he was thinking about, she knew that he felt as sad as herself, and she knew that she shouldn't "difficult" him in this way at this time, but——

He clearly agreed to her just now, and he said yes, so why did she say no first, why did she have to be easily pushed away?

Beisha was immediately pricked by the thin thread of painful grievances in her heart, and she locked her proud heart in the cabinet, let her break it just once, and return him to that person tomorrow.

Suppressing the soreness in her nasal cavity, Beisha gritted her teeth and boldly reached out to untie his belt.

"What are you doing!?" Curt, who came back to his senses, hurriedly pressed his belt.

"What am I doing," Beisha said in a low voice without looking away, "It's just...that."

Hearing this, Curt blushed in embarrassment, suddenly he remembered the reason why he ran out of the brigade base, he clenched his fists, and said "oh" after a long silence.

The kimono slipped off layer by layer, and the rustling sound was very clear in this deserted ruin-like cement rough room, until they faced each other honestly, but neither of them spoke.

The red moonlight was cold and scorching, making the two of them stupefied at the same time. After hesitating for too long, the moisture of the mud had soaked through the clothes underneath.

Curt held her cheeks with both hands, leaned over and kissed her pink lips gently.

Like the first time, she carefully traced the line of her lips with the tip of her tongue, and then nimbly pried open the white teeth to explore the depths. The tip of her tongue slid over every inch, carefully and gently, as if she was caring for a fragile vase.Sometimes he chases her and sometimes guides her. Every time the friction between the lips is exchanged for each other's breath, each other's taste, and each other's temperature.

He raised his head and saw that her eyes were covered with water mist, who was panting lightly, she was very charming.

"Give it to me, Curt."

She didn't want to give him a moment's delay and a chance to repent. She put her arms around his neck and held him tightly, as if she thought in her heart that he would run away.

Curt gently licked away the teardrops overflowing from the corners of her eyes, and then gently pressed a kiss on the center of her frowning brows. At the same time, he found the right path smoothly. He straightened his waist and directly broke through the thin layer obstacles.

"Ah!" Beisha let out a cry of pain, but was immediately sealed back by Kurt's lips forcefully.

Curt picked her up and let her sit on his body. The effect of gravity made him reach the deepest part of his penis. After a while, he began to move up and down.

"Ah... ha... ah... um..."

The obscene ▫ sound couldn't help spit out intermittently from the red lips, even Beisha herself was startled, but at this moment, she was like a drowning person in the deep pool hugging half a branch, leaving The only strength left was used to cling to Curt's neck and bear the impenetrable impact he gave her.

"Uh...uh...ha..."

A sense of wonder rushes through like electric currents, the addictive sweetness of "selfishness" like the marijuana poppy, and she throws off the shackles of proud self-esteem and heavy worries, and for the first time, she has a sense of being truly alive. The feeling, the feeling of living for herself, she bit her lips tightly, unwilling to let this sweetness easily dissipate in the damp and musty air.

"Call out!"

Dissatisfied that the person on him had been working hard to suppress it, Curt suddenly pushed hard angrily, causing her who was not prepared at all to scream "ah".

Bei Sha opened her mouth, leaned on his shoulder and bit down on his solid shoulder.

The mixture of desire and desire and the sharp pain in his shoulder produced a strange effect. With a low growl, he pushed the person on him to the ground again and accelerated the pace of sprinting.

The heavy breathing, the overflowing □, and the swaying black shadow cast on the ground.

The red moon shadow moved westward slowly, but the draft at night could not blow away the sweet and obscene smell in the room. At that moment, the dripping sweat seeped into the damp and musty mud, and they all fell.

br>When Beisha woke up again from the daze, she found sadly that the strange and sweet feeling she experienced in her body just now was no longer to be traced.

She sat up and turned her head to look at Curt who was sleeping under the shadow of the moon. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his fair cheeks.

Bei Sha stood up, and in order not to wake him up, she walked lightly to the next room with her bare feet.

Still empty and musty, the space separated by the same cement wall is no different from the large room next door, except for a rusty iron pipe standing in the middle against the wall.

She tried to unscrew the valve that could no longer be seen what color of paint was used, and she looked up at the dark water outlet.

gurgling - gurgling -

There was a sound from the depths of the iron pipe that sounded like an air pump was pumping air. If you didn't listen carefully in this dark night, you would mistake it for the roar of the earth deep in the vast desert.

This is Meteor Street, Meteor Street with everything and nothing, such facilities are too extravagant.Beisha quickly gave up hope and turned to leave.

At this moment, a reddish-brown liquid spewed out from the black water outlet, and fell onto the damp ground with crackling splashes, splashing everywhere.

Not long after, the reddish-brown rusty water gradually became clear. Beisha stretched out her hands to catch it, and the cool groundwater soon overflowed her palms and slid down her slender wrists, as if a long-lost day had finally regained its weight. free elves.

Beisha took off the clothes on her body and walked under the water. The water falling from her head took away the smell he left on her body, and the cold water temperature gradually brought back her indulgent reason and sense of mission that had been put aside.

She stood under the stream of water in a daze, until she felt cold, and was about to lift her foot and reach out to close the valve, when a warm arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she was casually wearing a coat. Curt walked behind her, leaned his entire weight on her body, and at the same time put his head on her right shoulder as if nothing had happened.

Beisha didn't turn her head, but she knew he was looking at her.

Beisha raised her left hand to hold the hand that he had put on her shoulder and squeezed her hair, but her right hand stretched straight forward until her fingertips touched the faded brown blood stain on the wall.

There was still a steady stream of groundwater spurting out from the outlet of the black hole, strong and weak, and did not hit the two of them, but the muddy water droplets splashed on the ground unceremoniously stained Curt's hem.His warm body temperature came from the left side of the neck, she closed her eyes and rubbed her head sideways in satisfaction a few times, Kurt said nothing quietly.

It seems that there was one time before that Curt hugged himself in this position, and that time it was for some reason, as if to cover up a bloodstain on his neck.

The sound of water flow was abrupt and frightening in the silent darkness, and the right fingertips along

The brown blood splattered in circles, and the rough and cold touch was transmitted along the fingertips to the nerve endings of the brain.

"What if the master here is back?"

There is also a water source in the house, which shows that the opponent is by no means a weak character.

"No." Curt closed his eyes and calmed her concerns slowly.

Only then did Bei Sha turn her head to look at him, the distance between the tip of their noses was very close, and she didn't quite understand his wrong answer.

"Because I'm stronger."

He raised the corners of his mouth and opened his eyes, and suddenly met those shining eyes without any mental preparation, and Beisha turned back hastily.

"In that case, Curt." She called his name softly, and then continued in a very small voice like a mosquito buzzing, "I want it again, again."

This time, it is not allowed to call other people's names at that time.

The groundwater left behind by being ignored is still relentlessly gushing out, hitting the muddy ground and washing out a shallow pit, and the echo of the water falling to the ground drowns out the intermittent ambiguous murmurs that started over there.

A gray cloud quietly covered half of the red moon, and silently looked at the fleeting prosperity or barrenness under their feet. It turned out that they didn't need to think hard about whether it was okay or not, they were just angry Forget it, one is angry for someone, and the other is angry for oneself.

After all, in this world, no one stipulates that being angry is not allowed.

The author has something to say: I have been thinking about the fact that the two of them are going to undergo some substantial changes after all, but at what point in time, for what reason, and what kind of emotions are they carrying? I edited and edited and edited, I don’t know if I have conveyed the different mood swings of the two people well, and can this rather ridiculous childish puffery idea be accepted?