Looking out from the angle of 329, the surrounding area is empty and unobstructed. A tall man may touch the bottom of the locomotive when he stretches out his hand. Passers-by's conversations can be clearly heard, and perhaps a muffled hum in mid-air is enough to make people look sideways. It is daytime, in the downtown area, people are restrained and busy here and now, even exiles can temporarily pretend to be one of the busy passers-by.
After his orgasm, Asha began to clean herself up, which seemed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing she didn't intend to finish here. They still went to the restaurant, and 329's hand holding the fork was a little weak, probably because his body was too tense just now. He was still suffering from the aftereffects of excessive tension, and he could only force himself to eat until he was full. He forced himself to talk with Yasha, but the other party still found out, and then asked him with concern if today's dishes were not to his liking. 329 immediately shook his head, and Yasha said, "Did my actions just now bother you?"
She is not easy to fool, 329 can only say that this is only his own problem, he is just not feeling well. The answer wasn't a lie, and the blowjob wasn't bad, it was just the location and timing that made him very anxious. He kept telling himself that Asha would not suddenly turn off the optics, and that if they were exposed in broad daylight, a dignitary like Asha should worry more about his reputation than an unworthy exile like himself. But at the same time, 329 is also quite clear that if Yasha wants to show him on a whim, she doesn't need to undo the invisibility at all, she just needs to push him down.
The motorcycle was more than two meters off the ground, and no one would be killed if he fell. He would just suddenly appear in the middle of the street, with his arms open, his lower body naked, and his penis erect. It was daytime, downtown, no one was going to come and hurt him, at best they were surprised, disgusted, laughed at, cursed at, and photographed. These are nothing, the exiles should have gotten used to it long ago. 329 would tremble at the consequences, purely his own fault. lBDOqT,Lx(ScP[
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Maybe there is some bad past related to this in the erased memory, 329 can't remember it, his body still remembers it. His hands, feet and stomach were all cold. If this was his rented house, he might have vomited in the toilet. But this is a high-end restaurant, and he is not alone, so he sat quietly on the seat, slowly chopped up the food, and stuffed it down his throat. 329 is very flexible, there is no room for nitpicking in his life. If he pays too much attention to some irrelevant emotions, he can't live at all. So it was his own problem and Asha had done nothing wrong.
His answer didn't satisfy Yasha, who apologized to him and said she would never do it again. "If you don't like it, you can tell me," she said. Her expression was so sincere that it was impossible to tell if she had been put off.
"Okay." 329 lied.
He won't say, whether it's this time, next time, or countless times in the future. He would not speak of pain and ask for mercy, and Asha would not know and would not refuse. Therefore, all the pain she caused must be harmless and unintentional. She was still gentle and considerate, and she liked him very much, and even cared about his feelings. She just doesn't know, 329 thinks, of course she doesn't know, I'm the one who concealed it. You see, people always have to think a little bit.
They went back quite early, and it seemed that there was plenty of time today, and Yasha made up her mind to spend most of the night in bed. She took off 329's clothes, her tongue twirled on his areola, and her hairy braids rubbed against his chin, a little itchy. 329 panted under her, she throbbed slowly inside 329, and before doing so, licked and cummed 329 again.
Ever since she saw what 329 really looked like when he was emotional, Yasha was keen to give him pleasure, sometimes more than pleasing herself. Saying "work hard" and "ask for nothing" seems a bit odd, more like petting a cat and taking pleasure in its cozy purring - but it's still a testament to her tenderness. 329's body is still insensitive. Outside of the estrous period, it takes a lot of patience and skill to make him climax. Few alphas are willing to give oral sex to an omega. Rather than wasting so much time on foreplay, it's much more convenient to give him a catalyst to force heat. That thing is very harmful to the body, but the scary thing is that it is not difficult to get it. If Yasha's dinner money is spent on injections, it will be enough to make him go into heat continuously to the point of physical or mental breakdown.
The body after orgasm is very sensitive, a bit like estrus, but not as intense and unbearable as estrus. Her fingers were slender, her palms were soft, and those hands lingered on his body, arousing waves of warm throbbing. The touched skin seems to be flowing with electricity, soothing and warm, and surprisingly comfortable. 329 deep down thought it felt even better than an orgasm, and she didn't even have to give him a blowjob, just touch him a lot while fucking him.
"If you're pregnant, will you be able to pump milk here?" Yasha lisps, looking up at him, talking naively and cutely, "I really want to try it."
"I can't get pregnant." 329 reminded her.
"I know." Yasha raised her head from his chest and rubbed her head against his chin. "It's okay, I don't really want to. It would be great to think you're pregnant with my flesh and blood, but it would be nice to have a child like me." Sharing your baby, that's no good. Even if I say 'want to fuck you until you get pregnant', that's just a sexual fantasy preference brought on by the alpha reproductive instinct."
"'Phantasy preference brought about by alpha reproductive instinct'?" 329 repeated, unable to help but laugh, for the academic analysis that appeared on the bed.
"Really! But human beings have long since left the era when instinct represented everything. If you need it, you can treat me as your child." Yasha showed a sly look Smiling, he lowered his head and took another mouthful of the hard, moist flesh on 329's chest, and said vaguely, "'Mom'?"
329 froze, his body contracted violently, and became stiff again. Yasha took a breath, looked down and looked up at him again, and he felt his face burn.
"You... don't you find this strange?" 329 said with a red face.
"My mother is a female omega, and you don't look like it." Yasha giggled.
She came up to kiss 329, then wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest. The girl was small and light, and it would be easy to hang on to him if they were standing. Alpha's genitals knotted in 329's body, Asha rubbed back and forth, found a comfortable position, and snuggled into his arms. She kissed his shoulder intermittently and said, "I love you so much."
329's heart missed a beat, and he froze, not daring to move for a while. There was no more to say after that sentence, and Yasha was still contentedly staying by his side, not saying anything important at all. She yawned lazily, almost closing her eyes. AilOVs
This is an alpha that has just differentiated, standing on the dividing line between children and adults. It's just a child's talk, 329 thought. "I love sunny days", "I love tomato soup", "I love you so much". this is nothing. Sometimes children's words are better than Alpha's love words on the bed, at least when children blurt out, they are all extremely sincere.
It's just short, there's no way, human adolescence is so short, like dew in the night. When dewdrops shine in the sun, they are not far from evaporating. The morning dew will eventually dry up into water spots, the little girl will grow into an alpha, and the scary and cute girl in his arms will eventually become a mature and cold stranger.
This kind of thing is not difficult to understand, but sometimes it is unavoidable to make people sad.
10. "Are you in love with me?"
The turn of spring and summer is a busy season. The "Rebirth Day" commemorating the establishment of the sanctuary, the birthdays of the consul and the "crown prince" are all within these two months. Martial law is accompanied by a large number of commemorative activities, and bosses can take comfort from increased orders. For bottom-level workers, this is a busy and stressful month.
"It was fine a few decades ago." The old man in the factory complained, "The birthday of the previous consul was in September, and he is not as busy as he is now after we parted."
"Let's not talk about decades, it's better to be a few years earlier!" The younger person continued, "The birthday of the last 'Crown Prince'..."
His friend kicked him, and the old man and the people listening to the excitement quickly separated. The previous consul was the father of the current consul, so it was fine to talk about it, but the last "Crown Prince" was not the current consul. The consul had many sons and daughters, many alphas, and the former "Crown Prince" died of illness and was buried in a precarious manner, and a large number of officials were subsequently sacked. To this day, no one dares to mention this publicly.
It has been more than half a year since I met Yasha, during which time 329 lost another job. It was the night shift, which was probably what Asha meant—not that she did anything, she just didn't. The most frequent time for her to appear is at night, and the excuses for 329's absence in the morning and afternoon are seamless, but there are many times when the night shift does nothing, and only 329 is registered as absent.
"If you weren't quick and cheap, I would have fired you!" the boss yelled, "Even if you were knocked unconscious and dragged somewhere to fuck, you should come to the factory to report! Otherwise, why should I pay you?! You Think I'm a philanthropist!"
In all, 329 were fired. A few days later, he was hired by a furniture company. The job registration was as a handyman, and the actual work was to try out various beds and fitness equipment. The salary on the book is about the same as before, but board and lodging are included.