Although he said "explain it", his posture seemed to be saying -
"I wonder how you can make excuses."
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
He felt that he was the most wronged person in all of Tokyo.
Even if these two little animals, who had long been forgotten, did not run away from home, they would have been put aside by Hojo Natsuki and, not surprisingly, would have become ordinary, exploited employees of the organization.
But he had just angrily rebuked the other party, "Why do you suspect that I'm seeing someone else without telling you?" Not even a quarter of an hour later, he was slapped in the face. Although he was innocent, he seemed inexplicably lacking in confidence.
"It's not what you think." Hojo Natsuki was exhausted and explained dryly, "... When the favorability is low enough, the virtual pet will automatically run away from home. As for the black cat, let alone interacting with it, I didn't even talk to it. I just pretended to be a ghost to scare it, and it ran away immediately. I didn't spend money on it. I bought it cat food, which was a limited-time special offer for free cat food in the mall... As for the German Shepherd."
He thought about it and wondered, "It ran away from home at the speed of light within half an hour after I drew it. I didn't even have time to scare it..."
Hojo Natsuki firmly believed that honesty was the best way to resolve unexpected conflicts. He honestly recalled the incident and explained the whole process and details, even more honestly than a criminal who surrendered himself.
Unfortunately, the player activity log only records the movement trajectory within one year. Even if the time flow rate is 3:1, the cat and dog were picked up two or three years ago, and he has no way of finding evidence to prove his innocence.
Kurosawa Jin commented indifferently: "Is it very impressive?"
Hojo Natsuki's eyes widened, not understanding how this could be used as evidence: "I just have a good memory! I also know how many waffles you lost on the first day, and how many durians you bought on the second day... I didn't take the initiative to tell you about these two guys because they are not important at all. If you don't mention it, I will forget it."
"It's not important." The silver-haired man repeated his words lightly, "It's 'unimportant'. It's been so long, and it's clear as day."
"—You didn't listen to a word I said."
The other person stared at him, his eyes falling on the healed wound on his neck, his green eyes carrying a chilling chill.
As cold and cruel as glass, harboring undisguised hostility and anger.
"… no."
Hojo Natsuki tried to explain, but suddenly stopped talking when he saw the other person's gaze.
He sensed the danger very clearly.
But amidst this violent emotion, there was actually a hint of jealousy and uneasiness.
Before he had time to think, Kurosawa Jin grabbed his wrist casually with such force that it seemed to break his bones. He pushed him against the bed and pressed his body down bit by bit.
His other hand gently stroked Xia Shu's hair, and his slightly cool fingertips concealed the undercurrent of impending storm.
"It's okay." Kurosawa's eyes slowly moved down, "I'll teach you a lesson."
The voice contained an extremely cold warning, piercing my ears like ice.
He pinched Hojo Natsuki's face with one hand, and rubbed his lips with his thumb with a little force, as if he was crushing a rose, or as if he was learning to cherish it.
With his other hand, he slowly unbuckled the belt around his waist. The sound of the metal buckles colliding with each other clearly rang in his eardrums.
Hojo Natsuki shrank back.
“… It’s daytime now,” he said.
Kurosawa Jin nodded nonchalantly: "So?"
Being so close, Hojo Natsuki could clearly feel the heat from the man's body, the surging power in his tense muscles, and the sense of oppression and possessiveness like a large cat approaching with his breathing.
He turned his head to the other side, trying in vain to distance himself a little and deceive himself.
"I don't want to." Hojo Natsuki muttered, "...hiss."
This action completely exposed his neck and jawbone to the air. The graceful and fragile lines meandered all the way down, and his skin was so white that the wound looked particularly glaring.
Kurosawa Jin leaned over and nibbled and kissed the edge of the wound wantonly.
Itchy. Painful
.
Licking and sniffing, she kept moving between his neck and the crook of his neck, as if looking for the most palatable spot.
The clothes on his body were stripped off piece by piece, mercilessly taking away the temperature from his body surface.
As a result, Kurosawa Jin's body temperature became more obvious.
"Don't be nervous," he said.
The silver hair hung down, casting shadows on the cold white skin, and the light fell on the eyes, turning it into a dizzying cold green color.
He unbuttoned two more buttons, leaving his shirt open below his sternum, revealing a body as white as rock ice, but covered in grayish-white scars.
The deep mermaid line, tight narrow waist and full and firm abdominal muscles are not exaggerated. Just by looking at them, it is not difficult to imagine the soft touch and burning heat.
Hojo Natsuki stared at the wounds that had healed long ago, stretched out his finger, touched them lightly, and then pulled back as if he had been electrocuted.
The action of withdrawing his hand was intercepted by the Kurosawa formation halfway.
Looking downward, the dark green eyes were both cold and burning, as if filled with a pool of cold fire.
"Why not?" His thin lips curled up, but the smile stopped at the side of his lips. With a bit of malice, he asked back, "Didn't you like it very much before?"
Hojo Natsuki avoided her gaze, but Kurosawa looked at her straight in the face.
The other person's lips pressed against his ear, and his voice was hoarse from the heat, sounding sexy and hazy.
He seemed genuinely curious, and asked again in a playful tone, "Why?"
"… I don't."
"Um?"
Kurosawa turned his face and forced Natsuki, who turned his head away in shame, to meet his gaze.
"You should have looked at me," he whispered.
He kissed her again, more unscrupulously, biting the tip of Hojo Natsuki's tongue, and a faint smell of blood filled the air between her lips and teeth.
She clasped her fingers together with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to crush all of his bones and rub them into her own flesh and blood.
Hojo Natsuki felt pain and bit his lips hard, also without restraining his strength.
He frowned and hissed, "…It hurts!"
The teeth scratched Kurosawa's lip, and a little blood oozed from the left side of his lower lip.
Hojo Natsuki stared at him and complained quietly: "You hurt me."
The other person brushed the wound with his thumb and licked it with the tip of his tongue nonchalantly. The scarlet tip of his tongue swept across the pale lips, like a flash of flame, so red that it was terrifying.
It was like oil touching a spark and instantly ignited.
Kurosawa smiled very casually. When he opened his lips, the tips of his teeth were sharp and white, and his green eyes were dark and unclear.
"Yeah." His tone was gentle, almost tender, but saturated with a sense of fragmented cruelty, "I'll be gentler."
When it really started, he forgot about this promise.
“—”
“… Ugh.”
Hojo Natsuki let out a gasp that was almost a whine, and physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.
The brutal action was like a long punishment, and he thought in a trance that he was going to be destroyed.
The thin sweat on his forehead gathered into a bead, and the blood flowed through his ears, making a buzzing sound. The images in front of him were completely cut off, and the control of his senses was taken away. The boundless sea water rolled up and drowned him.
"Gin..."
"... Ah Zhen..."
He called out Kurosawa's name, squeezing out a broken plea from between his teeth.
Through a layer of tears, he glimpsed a few strands of mercury-like hair, which, along with the dim sunlight, loosely draped over the intertwined limbs, giving everything a sticky and ambiguous meaning.
The nerves are tangled together in a mess, and the pain and subtle happiness are entangled together, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.
Hojo Natsuki climbed onto his shoulders and pressed her lips against his chin, intimately and flatteringly.
This gentle little gesture did not win him any sympathy.
The feeling of being invaded became stronger and stronger, and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably, my calves and arches were tense, and my round toes were not firm.
Curled up involuntarily.
The other person freed one hand and pressed down on the slightly bulging abdomen, pushing down the bulging flesh and holding it tightly with his palm, preventing him from moving at all.
Tears were like a transparent curtain wall, separating him from the whole world.
The air above the burning skin was mixed with the salty smell of sweat and the sound of the heartbeat.
"Why are you crying?"
Kurosawa sighed with satisfaction, lowered his head and kissed his sweat-soaked forehead, and coaxed him slowly, "… This is just the beginning."
…
(End of this chapter)