As long as it can achieve the goal, any effective method is a good method.
When Hojo Natsuki accidentally discovered that showing weakness had an immediate effect, he did not hesitate to do so in front of Kurosawa Jin - as for shame, capitalists have no such thing.
This time, the invincible method worked again.
“…Don’t act like a spoiled child.”
Kurosawa Jin said this but did not withdraw his hand.
Hojo Natsuki blinked: "Unless you say you are not angry anymore."
"Not angry."
Xia Shu: "It's not that I can't tell you, but this matter is a little beyond my understanding. I'll tell you when I figure out how to say it."
Kurosawa Jin pinched his cheek and looked down at him with an extremely calm expression, which vaguely revealed a bit of expressionless scrutiny, as if he was a hunter lurking in the night, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
"Your existence itself is beyond comprehension." Kurosawa said, "... 'I haven't thought it through'."
He pulled the corners of his lips, smiled coldly, and said firmly, "You don't dare to tell me."
When he made this speculation, his eyes were fixed on Hojo Natsuki's face without blinking, not missing any of his micro-expressions.
But Hojo Natsuki was mentally prepared in advance, and his attitude was calm, without any clues.
"Why shouldn't I tell you?" he even asked back with ease.
His response, from his expression to his tone, was impeccable.
But Kurosawa Jin stared at him for a while, then continued: "You think I will be angry."
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
He felt extremely guilty, and replied calmly, "Nonsense."
So the other person stopped talking, stared at Hojo Natsuki for a moment, leaned over, picked him up, and sat on the sofa—pressing him on his legs and holding him tightly in his arms.
In the blink of an eye, Hojo Natsuki was enveloped by his extremely aggressive aura.
This was an extremely intimate hug. The other person's strong arms, waist, abdomen and chest were pressed against his body through the clothes, and the warmth was transmitted through the material.
But the feeling at this moment was like walking on an ice field, accidentally stepping on the ice and cracking it, and immediately falling into the cold and endless deep ocean, with a chilly sense of crisis seeping into every pore.
"I remembered something unpleasant." Kurosawa Jin grabbed his jaw and pulled his cheek towards him, "If it was the rat you kept outside..."
He restrained his strength, but the veins on the back of his hand were still clearly visible, which was inexplicably frightening.
The silver-haired man's breath was warm, but every word he spoke was filled with murderous intent like a blade: "No matter who it is, no matter how far away he is, I will kill him."
Hojo Natsuki was almost helpless. He quickly replied: "Why do you feel that way? I really don't..."
But the other party didn't want to listen to his explanation. She leaned over and kissed him roughly like a storm.
Unlike the previous passionate, entangled deep kisses, he used his teeth.
Thus, a faint smell of blood soon seeped out between the lips and teeth, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, lingering around Hojo Natsuki, wrapping around his finger bones, neck, lower back... every part of his body that was touched by the other party.
As winter turns into spring and autumn turns into winter, the twilight outside the window shines obliquely into the house, which is quite different from the cold feeling of the winter sun. It appears more golden and brilliant, like a brightly colored egg yolk.
After being punctured, the sticky golden color slowly flowed down, obscuring all sight and blurring all senses.
"Has anyone ever hugged you?" he asked.
When he heard this question, Hojo Natsuki was a little confused, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the other person's thin lips with a watery color and green eyes that were becoming increasingly rich in color, and the next second he understood what Kurosawa meant.
In addition to being angry, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, and retracted his fingers that were clinging to Kurosawa Jin: "You..."
"It seems not."
Kurosawa came to this conclusion with great pleasure. He moved his palm down along his lower abdomen, his fingers brushing over the fatal
The place finally slowly stopped.
The other person put his other hand around his waist and licked the healed wound on his neck, then began to suck, neither lightly nor heavily, leaving more light red marks on his skin.
More and more heat that he had never felt before, like lava bursting out from the bottom of the sea, steaming and burning Hojo Natsuki, leaving not even a drop of water vapor.
Kurosawa's voice was hoarse, with an undisguised temptation: "...Have you tried it yourself?"
Hojo Natsuki didn't want to answer, because his actions made her whole face almost cooked, so she buried her face in his shoulder and rubbed it randomly.
He heard the other party chuckle softly, with slight gasps in his voice, sticky and erotic.
The setting sun was burning outside the window, flickering and lighting up Kurosawa Jin's eyes.
In those cold pupils, it seemed as if a low-temperature flame suddenly rose up, quietly burning the embers of reason.
"relax."
His tone was still natural and calm, and he spoke in a straightforward manner, but his pronunciation was full of explicit and provocative lust, "... I'll teach you."
(End of this chapter)