[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

At that time, Takasugi was standing in the darkness in front of the medical tank, and no one knew what he was thinking there.

The entire bottom cabin is covered with cold guns and cameras, only the medical tank where Song Yang is located is glowing slightly, like a firefly in the dark ocean.

The man stopped and watched, not moving a step.

He recognized Songyang at a glance.Even if they have exactly the same body and face, only the teacher can have that kind of gentle and inclusive look.Because of his absolute strength and firmness, he can show a gentle smile to everyone without fear.

"Dong dong."

Songyang tapped the glass wall of the medical tank lightly, his curious expression made Takasugi chuckle softly.

It was like returning to the happiest time of his life in an instant.There is no war, no loss. When you open your eyes, you will see the snot bubbles of your close friends in the same class, and you can hold the warm hands of the teacher as soon as you raise your hand.The fine white snow covered the courtyard of the village school. He raised his feet wrapped in thick shoes and socks, and stepped quietly into the footprints of the teacher.

ten years.

A big dream.

The boy in the dream sat in the middle of the Japanese room, slowly fastening the snow-white rice bowl to his forehead.Just as he was about to pick up the knife and go out to the battlefield, the door was pulled open by a man with a gentle face.

"It's very handsome." The teacher who said this pushed himself into the middle of the students with a smile, but was teased for a long time.

It was such a dream.

The purple-haired man stood in the darkness smiling, watching, then shook his head slightly.

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"When Jinsuke looks at me, why does he occasionally have a look like 'Please help me'?"

It was the second night after Takasugi moved into the hold.Songyang was covered with thin feathers, and asked questions out of the blue while flipping through the book.

Gao Shan froze for a moment, and finally relaxed his tone, saying: "Probably because the teacher always likes to treat me like a child."

"is it?"

Songyang didn't ask any more questions.

But Jinsuke was right.I know intellectually that the students have grown up, but emotionally I still want to treat them like treasures, and I don't know if it will be disgusting.

Songyang sighed softly, closed the book, worried like a mother(.) whose son grew up.

Takasugi's quilt was placed a tatami away from him, not close, but not far enough for Songyang to notice that he was deliberately avoiding it.When I was young, four people, teachers and students, made the floor bunk together, and the fixed bunk was always Takasugi left and right, and Gintoki was the one who ran the farthest, but the next morning, as long as he turned over, he would smash his face into the soft bunk. In the curly hair.

"Does the teacher want to wipe yourself?"

The tone of his mouth was still inquiring, but the purple-haired man had already put hot water on it and was ready.

Songyang was a little bit embarrassed: "You don't need to trouble Jinzhu for this kind of thing. You are the governor of a team now anyway, so you should put on airs... hey."

The man let out a breathy low laugh, and wrapped Songyang's slender ankles in his hands with a wet towel.

"No matter how far I go, a teacher will always be a teacher."

To be honest, Songyang was indeed moved by the sincere and considerate purple-haired student.The warm wet towel was slowly pushed up along the calf line. Taking advantage of his inattention, Songyang lowered his head and touched his forehead lightly like when he was a child, and said with a smile: "Jin Zhu will always be the one who values ​​affection Good boy."

The man's arm shook violently, and then knocked over the basin on the washbasin, splashing hot water all over the floor.

"It's messed up." He said helplessly, "Teacher, wait a moment, I will put another pot."

Gao Shan turned his back to fetch the water.An uncontrollable frenzy surged from his eyes, which were dark and boundless.

(want to.)

The thing that supported him for ten years was hatred.

He thought of Songyang's face again and again, recalling his voice and smile, and then forced himself to hate and survive like self-torture.Hatred is like a black beast that never stops crying, slowly tearing open a deep black hole in his heart.Every time he dreamed back at midnight, every time he looked back sadly, this dark and boundless black hole made him miserable.

He knew it himself.Dominated by negative emotions for such a long time, his feelings for the teacher, those visions and longings that were as pure as white paper in the past, inevitably mixed with dark things.

want to.Want to go crazy.Only a warm teacher can fill the huge black hole in his heart, and just breath is not enough.

The teacher's smile is not enough.The teacher's eyes are not enough.The teacher's voice is not enough.The teacher's gentle fingertips are not enough.The teacher's white ankles are not enough.The teacher's soft chest and abdomen are not enough.The teacher's long hair falling on his wrist is not enough.

(Want. Want more, more, more, more, more, more about the teacher...)

How could you not restrain yourself?If he doesn't restrain himself, he will go crazy at any time.He would never allow himself to do things that would hurt the teacher, but the other self in his body was already eager to the point of being overwhelmed.

——How to bite down the deep and visible bone marks on a person's soul?

Hush...shh.

The man turned on the faucet with a normal expression, and brought the basin filled with hot water back to Songyang.When he raised his head, he looked like a docile and good student again.

"Sorry. Is the teacher cold?"

"It's not cold, it's fine."

The team members who went to the friendly forces to investigate brought back good news.There appear to be drugs made using the iso-like Altana substance that can temporarily lose consciousness with only "innocuous side effects".

"What's a harmless side effect?" Takasugi frowned.

"...Master Jinzhu, this medicine was not used for medical treatment in the first place—"

"Give me a trial." He ended the conversation succinctly.

With a new anesthetic, the operation went very smoothly.Although he woke up earlier than expected, after all the fragments in the heart were removed, Songyang finally felt a sense of vitality that he had not seen for a long time.

"Mr. Songyang!" The medical soldier was frightened to death by Songyang who suddenly climbed off the operating table, "The first time I saw a patient who got off the operating table..."

Although he didn't know where the emptiness in his body went, Songyang was very confident in his physical strength.Although the regenerative ability has not recovered strangely, Songyang also attributes it to the reason of being far away from the dragon veins. If he gets closer to the earth, he must be able to recover to the usual level.

Before he could take two steps, an abnormal heat hit his brain directly from his lower abdomen, and Songyang's feet went limp, just in time to be caught by Gao Shan, who was guarding the operating table.

"really weird……"

Takasugi didn't make a sound, but still picked him up and sent him slowly to the Japanese room in the bilge.

Songyang's breathing was heavy, and it sprayed on his neck one after another.His complexion was originally pale white with little blood, but when the heat rushed up, his cheeks and lips were burnt red, and his eyes were full of steamed hazy water.Passing by a recruit of the ghost army, Songyang glanced at it inadvertently, his wet eyes seemed to be seductive, and the recruit's face turned red.

Takasugi seldom scorned his teacher.

"Teacher, I have some things to deal with, and I may be back very late." Gao Shan closed the door of the Japanese room, and emphasized again, "I won't be back until early in the morning. Teacher, just rest first."

In fact, there is no need for Takasugi to hint, at least he is the former leader of Tianzhaoyuan who can handle various tasks. Song Yang immediately guessed that there was a problem with the anesthetic.Wrapped in the quilt, he sighed, it seemed that his dragon vein physique was too difficult to deal with, and Jin Zhu had no choice but to get back some kind of drug for sex to deal with him.

He himself lives a simple life, and lust is not intolerable to him.Songyang nestled in the quilt, and felt that it was okay to let the medicine degrade by itself, so he simply fell asleep.On the days when his heart was embedded with fragments, he basically didn't get a good night's sleep.

When Gao Shan returned to the bottom cabin in the middle of the night, what he saw was Songyang buried in the quilt and asleep, revealing a small half of his face that was flushed abnormally.

"...Teacher, are you so lazy?"

The man crouched helplessly beside him.

"It will be suffocated."

His knuckles touched Songyang's face, and he wanted to feel the heat of the other's body, but it slipped across his cheek and stopped at the wet and red lips that were bitten.

There seemed to be someone whispering in his ear.

(so what?)

(Everything about the teacher originally belonged to him.)

The man lifted the quilt slightly.When he got into the bed, Songyang half dreamed and half awake asked, "Jin Zhu?" After getting an affirmative response from the man behind him, he just touched the side of the man's face soothingly, just like when he was a child, acquiescing to his acting like a baby The act of drilling into bed.

Takasugi waited quietly for a quarter of an hour.

He embraced Songyang from behind, and slowly moved one hand to the front, pressing the smooth skin with the palm of his hand and probing all the way down, tentatively reaching out to more hidden parts.His movements were very light, Songyang was not awakened, but moved his body slightly uncomfortably.

"Hey, don't pinch your legs..."

The man coaxed, teased, and skillfully aroused the other's lust.No matter how sleepy Songyang was, it was almost time for him to wake up, but he didn't care, instead he sped up his movements.

The effect of the medicine was aroused very quickly, and just like what he experienced when he tried the medicine himself, it had the intensity that could overwhelm reason.Song Yang let out a low "ah", and when he opened his eyes, he was sent into the raging wind and waves in an instant before he even knew where he was.

He didn't make another sound, all the pleasure was pressed into the clenched teeth.The body has been burned to the extreme, to the point where it will immediately lose its composure as soon as it makes a sound.

"That does not work."

The man suddenly whispered behind his ear.

Gao Shan grabbed his waist, and he turned over unexpectedly and lay on top of the man.Song Yang could only prop up his body with his only remaining left elbow, his light-colored long hair fell messily on the side of his face, covering the pillow that the purple-haired man was resting on.

(Look at me. Look at me.)

The opponent's movements suddenly became violent.The white fireworks exploded in his mind for a moment, and the lust that was provoked by the man again and again exploded. He tried his best to look away, but the expression on his face could still be seen by the other party.

Songyang was ashamed and anxious, and at the last moment he almost lost control and called out the other party's name: "Jin Zhu...!"

The man's eyes darkened.He sighed very contentedly, then stretched out his hand, and gently brushed away the messy temple hair on Songyang's face.But his hands were still wet with liquid, and he didn't care, and there was a bright water mark on Songyang's face.

(blasphemy.)

In his mind, there were only these two words over and over again.

It was he who sent Songyang to the altar with his own hands, with longing, faith, and terrifying obsession.Then, he was still the one who carried Songyang down with his own hands.

——The sense of immorality and guilt at that moment changed drastically when Songyang's gentle pale green eyes stared at him, and he called out his name with such an expression that was close to losing control.