[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

Kuroro finally understood that it was not only the death of his parents that caused Anze Yi pain, but also his own sexual orientation.As long as he likes a man instead of a woman, he can't let go.But can sexual orientation be changed casually?

Having said that, if you like men and don't like women, what's the problem?Do you need to suffer like this?

Kuroro himself likes men, which is not natural, or in other words, people on Meteor Street hardly think about this sexual orientation.If you like it, you like it. No one knows if you will be alive tomorrow or if you will encounter something. Being able to be with the person you like is already happiness, so no one will think about it.

As for why Kuroro is so sure that he likes a man and not a woman......

We can ask how big the psychological shadow area was caused by the time-traveling women who appeared around him who had not yet grown up and had no self-protection ability in those years.

Therefore, it is a kind of suffering to let a person who feels disgusted and wants to vomit as soon as he hugs a woman or even gets a little more intimate with a woman to fall in love with a woman.And this, everyone in the brigade knows.

As for why he hates sissies?Would he say that pussy made him sick at the thought of women?

Speaking of which, what did you go through, head of the group, to cause such a serious result?

Anyway, from then on, bg became a passerby.

As for An Zeyi......

"If your parents were still alive, if they were still alive, they wouldn't hate you or hate you."

"Because they love you." Kuroro tried to rack his brains to recall the plot in the novel, as well as all kinds of people he saw after he left Meteor Street, while talking flickering.

Because he knew in his heart that if Anze was determined to overcome this hurdle, he would not expect to hug anyone: "They love you, so they don't want you to be in pain and despair."

"And, it's innate, it's not your fault."

An Ze opened his eyes wide, but his eyes were blocked by his palms, so Kurolo didn't see it.Not for anything else, just for the same sentence as my grandfather.

Really, really not my fault?

"No, it's my fault."

Kuroro almost sighed, Anze's stubborn stubbornness is really not something anyone can twist.

"Ah Yi, think about it." Kuroro forced his voice to be soft and said: "If you are your parents, if you, as a parent, face your son becoming a person who likes men, what do you think and what do you think?" What's the reaction?"

I'd be mad if it were me, but I'll forgive in the end no matter what.

Because that is my beloved child.

But can I deny my mistakes because of my parents' forgiveness?

"And, how are you sure that future science and technology cannot have test-tube babies or allow men to have children?" Finally, Kurolo dropped a bomb.

Anze likes children, he likes well-behaved and cute children, and considering that those who are generally heterosexual often want to have children, Kurolo thinks the truth is very likely to be the case.

Think about it, the old lady of Qiao's family is also An Zeyi's grandmother, isn't she just looking forward to An Zeyi finding a girl to marry and have children?

Does it matter whether it's with a man or a woman that you can have a child with your own blood flowing through it?

As for how children will be born, he believes in technology, and even if technology can't do it, doesn't he still have the ability to read?Who knows if they will have the ability to have children?

A few years later, after knowing that there is a miraculous existence of asexual reproduction such as "pregnancy stone" in the world, Kuroro gave him a thumbs up for his wisdom at this moment.

It doesn't matter if Kuroro didn't mention the child, Anze immediately realized that when he mentioned it, yes, what was he struggling with in the two lifetimes.

Why did he think his parents would object to him liking men?Because two men have no children together and no one will provide for them when they get old, the public opinion is not good.

But in fact?

If you have no children, you can find a surrogate mother, you can have a test-tube baby, there are many ways.

As for public opinion......

Who cares?He, An Zeyi, did he care?

A real celebrity, self-styled, only a hero can show his true colors, with the strength of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

But what about his parents?

"Yi," Kuroro adjusted the posture of the young man in his arms so that he could lean into his arms better: "Yi, Yiyi, don't be sad."

"One by one, no matter what, you can't get back what you lose, but you can do it every day in the future without regret."

"Kurolo," Anze raised his head, "Thank you for your psychological counseling."

Kurolo patted his head.

"But your tutoring is really unqualified, can you give a bad review, Teacher Kurolo?"

"Are you looking for death, a classmate from Anze Primary School?" Ku Luoluo wanted to strangle the idiot in his arms again: "If you dare to fall asleep during the lecture tomorrow, be careful that I will hit you." As for where to hit, of course it is where Where is the meat?

An Zeyi: Why did the sense of moral crisis reappear during the day?

"Kurolo, what time is it?"

"...It's almost 3:00."

"Go to sleep." An Zeyi got up from the warm and firm arms of the other party, and he looked calm after his expression calmed down: "You are right, no matter how much you blame yourself, you still have to live your life the way you want Yes, I'm fine."

Let's take medicine before going to bed in the future, one time is enough for the fragile appearance.It is enough to lick the wound when I am alone.

He has no interest in wrestling sympathy with his pain.

Kuroro looked at him quietly, nodded: "Okay."

Then turn over, go to bed, and get into bed.

The action is crisp and neat, without sloppy.

"..." Anze looked down at Kuroro who was lying on his bed, his pillow and his quilt, speechless: "This is my bed."

"I'll be watching by your side, you go to sleep." Kurolo, the domineering president, Lu Xilu stretched out his hand to tuck him into the bed and hugged him: "Go to sleep."

Three hours later, it was 6:00 in the morning, and An Zeyi, who should have woken up at this time, couldn't get up.

His face was flushed, his forehead was hot, and his lips were dry. An Zeyi caught a cold and had a fever.

An Ze has always been weak, and since his resistance has been declining, colds and fevers have become a common occurrence.

Silently sigh Anze how useless it is to have a cold and a fever after waking up in the middle of the night and crying. Ku Luoluo skillfully took out the small medicine box from under the TV, and placed the neatly arranged cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine on the stomach He found antipyretics among the medicines, took a glass of water and gave Anze the medicines.

Don't open your mouth?Pinch your chin and pour it down.

What?You ask how Kuroro knows the location of the small medicine box?

Come on, that guy An Zeyi is a top-level obsessive-compulsive disorder that must be placed somewhere, and he will not move his things for the rest of his life if he puts them there?

Then, wrap the person tightly with a quilt.

Then, he sat by the bed and looked at An Zeyi quietly.

The oval face of the palm-sized classic beauty was a bit pale. He stretched out his hand, his fingers ran across the soft hair, and swept over the tightly closed eyes. His facial features, the index finger across the upright nose, stopped on the lips.

The fingers with rough pads stroked and rubbed the soft lips repeatedly, until the pale pink-blue lips turned red.The finger moved away and scratched his slender neck.Then, use your fingers hard and slowly tighten them tightly.

Seeing An Zeyi in a coma struggling more and more painfully, his face gradually turned a little purple, and then he was slowly dying in a little bit of suffocation......

Kill him, and he will be yours forever.

Kill him, and he will never refuse your approach again.

Kill him, and he won't be able to look at you with that kind of seemingly gentle but indifferent eyes.

kill him………………

He will never smile at you again.

Letting go of his hands, he looked at An Zeyi who unconsciously opened his mouth to breathe, the beast in Ku Luoluo's heart reappeared after a long silence, this strange and strong feeling made him have a strange impulse, and When he came back to his senses, he had already sucked An Zeyi's lips, and what filled his nostrils was An Zeyi's usual soothing and warm fragrance.He instinctively licked his lips, the tip of his tongue brushed over the clenched teeth, and then forcefully broke in, the warm mouth was full of the smell of the other party.

Just this kind of kiss gave him a burning sensation.

He suddenly regretted that he hadn't kissed An Zeyi the only time he made out with An Zeyi in the past.

And when Anze was sober, he refused to kiss anyone, let alone kiss with tongue, because licking saliva with lips and teeth is not clean in the heart of this dead cleanliness.

The hand passed through his loose hem, along the flexible and tight waistline, and slid into the pajama pants. The skin on the bottom of the hand was smooth and elastic, and it seemed to have suction, which made people unable to let go.

An Ze made a short groan/groan, which was vaguely held in his throat, and a vague ending sound came out from the nasal cavity, which was so soft that it gave rise to a strange impulse, which was suffocating.

It's so strange......

He lingered between his lips and teeth, sniffing his temple hair, hugging the other's thin body tightly, almost wanting to integrate him into his own body, a strange throb made him happy and satisfied.

That is the kind of satisfaction that you will never feel when you stand on the top of a high mountain and look down at the desolation.

It was a satisfaction that he had never felt before, food, companions, friends, or even those strange people never made him feel satisfied.

What is important to him now?

treasure?Get it and throw it away when you get tired of playing.

companion?If you lose, you will take revenge, but you will find new companions.

Brigade?Well, the brigade is the cage he gave himself, and it is his responsibility, the responsibility he is willing to devote his life to.

He lowered his eyelashes and hugged the young man in his arms tightly, the warmth rising deep in his heart made him unable to let go.

How could he let go?Even for this satisfaction, he will never let go.

For the first time, Kuroro felt a little regretful.If only I were more handsome, more sexy, and more attractive, it would be great if An Zeyi could fall in love with him at first sight, instead of like now, the other party doesn't like him at all.

——————Master leader, just because of your "scumbag" temperament, it is impossible for An Ze to like anyone if he likes you.

Thinking of this, Kuroro felt discouraged, especially seeing that An Zeyi hadn't woken up like this, and the desire was not so strong anymore.

So, he adjusted and hugged the person in his arms tightly, buried his face in the crescent of his neck, and breathed in the warm fragrance of An Zeyi's body.

He likes An Zeyi, really likes it.

What he likes is not his face, nor his craftsmanship, but he is unavoidably attracted by his character and heart.

After leaving Meteor Street, except for those transmigrated outsiders with ulterior motives, other people are not the kind of silly white sweet who only look at his face and think he is a good person, but also the men and women who were deceived by him. I don’t know if it is him. He is just a person with a heart. In short, he sees that anyone can pick out all kinds of problems.

Selfish, innocent, insane, hypocritical, weak, immoral... In short, he can always find fault.

Until he met An Zeyi.

Gentle, kind, gentle and introverted, respects others and loves life, knows the world but not the world, has brains but does not take the initiative to calculate others, and has always insisted on his own life values, although people are a bit stupid and silly, and there are many problems in life, But in terms of morality and character, he is really noble and impeccable.

Especially this idiot, who would rather be wronged than make others feel uncomfortable.

He remembered that An Zeyi wrote on the title page of his own notebook: I don't seek the glory of life and death, but at least, I hope my existence is beneficial to this world, this society, this country.

Suddenly, Anze moved, and Kuroro heard a trill like a lamb bleating in his soft voice: "Mom."

"Mom, don't cry."

Then, he wept.

Kuroro's heart trembled. For the first time, he felt distressed for a person.