[Hokage] Vassal

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

Feijian watched her shrink her bare|bare feet towards her, and finally let go of her hand.His tone was serious, even a hint of reproach.He really wanted to blame her for disregarding her own body - after all, she was not a ninja. According to her brother, her body was very weak when she was young.

When he was a boy, the average age of his tribe was only 30 years old.Death is always something that makes him very upset and worried.

"..." Yu Yiqing bent her knees, wrapped her hands around her knees, raised her eyes and secretly looked at his familiar serious face, and said, "I'm cold."

Such an answer made Tobima a little dumbfounded, so he could only continue to keep his serious face.

He is not a stove, even if she is cold, it is useless to find him.

She really depends on him more and more.

"Ah... and more." Qing didn't wait for his answer, so she said on her own: "Tomorrow, Mr. Feijian is leaving, right?...I still want to do one more thing."

"Ah."

"I want to be Mr. Tomama's man."

"Yeah?"

The straightforward and unequivocal words made the serious Ru Fei even blushed slightly.

He turned his head away, not looking at her face, there was a slight flush on the fair face, but he still kept his serious face.

Qing's expression looked too upright, she didn't feel self-conscious and shy about making such a request at all, she was as peaceful and submissive as ever, as if what she said was just an ordinary request, and he was thinking too much.

The fine snow outside the house fell quietly, and the soft snow became deeper and deeper.The tiny accumulation of snow on the leaves bent the branches, and occasionally due to excessive load, those snow pieces fell one after another and scattered on the ground.

"Why do you say such things suddenly." Feijian coughed lightly, frowned and said, "Is it too cold?"

"Yeah, it's cold." Yu Yiqing replied.

Her confusing words caused Toikama to fall into doubts, suspecting that she just misheard just now, and what she said was indeed just an ordinary, simple request, and had no other meaning.But Yu Yiqing's next actions did not allow him to think too much.

She put her arms around his waist, leaned herself into his arms, and rested her head on his chest, as if she really regarded him as a large heating stove, placing her body under his envelope.

She raised her head, rubbed against his chest, and said in a low and slow voice: "...the weak clan can never get rid of the fate of becoming a vassal. So... please let me, who is weak, become a vassal of Mr. Tokaima .”

She knows she always has, without asking.

Ever since she had such a crush on him, she has been gradually sinking, sinking into oblivion in the sea without light.

She is weak, he is strong.Whether it is the past or the present.

The hint and request of this sentence were so obvious that Tobima once again confirmed the meaning of her words.

There was a soft slap, and the snow on the roof fell to the ground.

"Have you... made up your mind?" Fei Jian lowered his head, smelling the slight and soft fragrance of her body with the tip of his nose.

She didn't answer, she stretched her slender fingers towards the knot at her waist silently and silently.

Except for the sound of the fabric rubbing when she unbuttoned her belt, only the occasional crackling sound of the flame core burning.Her shadow on the wall became curved and long, and the collar fell from her neck and scattered around her heels, covering her bare|bare feet.

As soon as she tilted her head, the black hair hanging around her shoulders was pushed away by her.The long black hair was smoothed back to the shoulders, revealing the distant and familiar wound on the left shoulder.

Seems like it was just a while ago.

——"It's you, Qing."

"I'm sorry to hurt you again."

When he accidentally scratched her shoulder with a knife, he never thought that the two who were hostile to each other would have such a day.

In the past, the blade was held to the neck, but now they have become intimate lovers, facing each other without gaps.

The brown scar destroyed the flawless skin on her shoulders, like an indelible smudge, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that the knife was too heavy.And what made him unable to look away was the black spell covering the scar.

——Things marked by Flying Thunder God, the spell will never disappear.

But he didn't remember that he had marked Qing's body.

During the war, he put a mark of the Flying Raijin on the clothes of Yu Yishu... Similarly, Izuna of the Uchiha family was also marked by the Flying Raijin by him on the head, and he turned him around when nothing happened. fly around.

"Don't think about it." Seeing his thoughtful expression, Qing put her forehead against his chest and said, "I stabbed it myself."

"..." Tokima stroked her shoulder with his hand, feeling the scorching temperature and the uneven to somewhat rough touch.

Breathing suddenly became a little short, and the blood seemed to be boiling uncontrollably.

Like a burning flame, it suddenly ignites all the papers that cover up the thoughts.Incinerate until there is nothing left.

He caressed that notch repeatedly, making her tremble because of the slow touch.She pressed her hands against his chest, lowered her head and sobbed uncontrollably.Her black hair hung loose on her bare and beautifully curved back, and the white singlet fell on her waist, but it couldn't cover her bent calves due to half-kneeling.

Those Kunai with the flying thunder god technique are all his.

So this person with the spell is also his.

She was his, from beginning to end, everything belonged to him.

This kind of cognition is like a sea tide suddenly rushing to the shore, swallowing up all remaining reason.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the white snow is falling aimlessly from the night sky, covering the sky and the ground, as if to cover up everything in the world, erase all the stories, and return to a quiet and pure world. .

He bit her neck, put his hands through her armpits and encircled her thin body, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.The delicate kisses left dense and erotic traces, causing her to raise her head and gasp in a low voice.

She feels that any language should be pale now.

Probably the only thing that can be thought of, and what repeatedly appeared in her mind, is the first meeting back then.

She unwrapped the bandage on his arm and rubbed the medicine on him.The forest was silent in the evening, and everything in her memory seemed to suddenly become a silent movie without sound.The silver-haired boy thanked her in a low voice, and when he raised his eyes, the beautiful dark red in his pupils fell into her eyes, and from then on, it slowly took root and sprouted in her heart until the same color bloomed quietly. flowers.

"My name is Qing."

That's what she said back then.

Maybe it was because the wick was burned out, and the faint flame was suddenly extinguished.The dim light faded from the field of vision, and the whole world turned into a quiet gray.She was lying on her back on the ground, her own single clothes were randomly padded under her waist, and there was no other covering.As soon as she stretched out her hand, she could touch that person's body and skin.

It was as warm as she imagined...as expected.

"Mr. Toma..."

She poked the naked|naked chest of that man with her fingers, and felt his inexplicable sweat, and twisted the skin on his chest strangely.He grabbed her finger and asked, "What's the matter?"

His voice seemed to be pressed from the depths of his throat, deep and filled with suppressed faint desire.

"You are so heavy."

There is a little anger between the doors.

At this time, she was still in the mood to say such strange words.

Do you want to start that boring no-winner game again?

"Stop talking." He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Really."

The sudden stabbing pain caused her to bend her back in pain and tilt her head back.She grabbed his back indiscriminately with her hands, and even the ends of her toes curled up excitedly.

"..."

She was panting low, like a drowning person, holding his hand helplessly.

Summer at the age of 13.

The forest of the Suzuka River.

Quiet and clear stream.

The Kun Wushang who fell into the stream had the spell of Flying Thunder God.

His sword grazed her neck and cut into the skin, leaving bright red bloodstains.

It seems that there are thousands of memories, and they are answered in my mind at the same time.The chaotic voices filled the whole mind.The flowers bloom slowly in spring, and all of them wither after the flowering period.The leaves become lush and green in summer, making soft noises with the wind, and then slowly wither and fall into the soil in autumn.The fine snow in winter covers the land and freezes everything under the surface, waiting for a new round of reincarnation in the coming year.

She seems to have also merged into the roots under the tree along with the falling leaves. For a short time, she wanted to stay at this moment and wait for the next year to melt again.

"Does it hurt?"

He noticed her painful expression and moaning, so he asked.

"nothing."

Her answer didn't match her demeanor at all.

She even took the initiative to wrap around his body, and started chasing and seeking aimlessly.Even though she was gritting her teeth, her face was pale, and even because of the tearing pain, there were some imperceptible tears in her eyes, she didn't breathe out the pain.

"It's a pleasure to be with you." She said in a low voice, which was replaced by a slight gasp.

He stroked the corner of her lips, and unexpectedly his fingers were bitten by her.She licked his fingers with the tip of her tongue until he let go.

"... Are you really all right?"

"It's okay." She said: "Because of the pain, I feel satisfied. Only in this way can I truly feel your existence."

The real existence that she can touch, the ubiquitous breath that penetrates into the skin, completely possessing it from the inside out.

"So... even if it breaks me, it doesn't matter."

The winter snow covered the world, and the cold moonlight fell on the snow.The swaying and soft snow was blown by the occasional wind, and fell obliquely on the dry branches and roofs.There was a soundless silence all around, as if all living things had entered into a quiet winter sleep together. ?