Chapter 107: News [Morris: Director, ...
It was as if some outspoken switch had been turned on in Ian.
"Herdis, your pecs are so beautiful, um... they look like chocolate cake. Can I have a taste?"
Today, the male insect's words were so blunt that Hades was almost too embarrassed to raise his head. He buried his head in the quilt or pillow, like trying to cover up his crime.
Feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, Hedis had never imagined that Ian had such a side to him.
It was like a large cat that had broken free from all chains, wantonly intruding and colliding with everything it could reach.
The half silver mask was knocked off the bed and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
A very crisp sound.
Accompanied by a faint trembling groan.
Her dark skin glows with health under the light, revealing endless strength and sweetness.
It’s worthy of being a chocolate cake.
The muscle lines are smooth and graceful, and the contours are clearly visible, as if they were a masterpiece sculpted by nature.
Thin beads of sweat slid down smoothly, like morning dew sliding across the texture of rocks, with a wild beauty.
When struggling and exerting force unconsciously, it is like the undulating mountains, and the muscles are as tight as rocks, full of explosive power and toughness, full of the tension of life and primitive wildness.
So beautiful.
Ian's eyes revealed the confusion of being bewitched, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, like condensed morning dew, crystal clear.
I don't know if it's hot.
His long, dark hair, which was originally tied neatly behind his head, was now spread out in a mischievous manner, with a few strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, making his complexion look even brighter.
The male insect bent down for Hades, lowered his head, and his long hair fell like a waterfall. The ends of his hair gently brushed against Hades' dark skin, like a feather caressing, bringing a slight itch.
"My Lord...it's itchy...ugh!"
Hades shuddered slightly, and the touch of the hair ends seemed to carry a hot current, spreading and exploding along his back.
Ian's breath was close at hand, a mixture of sweat and a faint cold fragrance, like a forest after rain, fresh and moist.
Pheromones, there's no difference between the pheromones in the room and the explosion.
The light sprinkles softly in every corner, as if covering this private space with a hazy veil.
The curtains were not drawn yet, and through the glass, one could vaguely see scattered lights outside, which intertwined with the night to form a quiet background.
Of course, you can also reflect the indoor scene through the glass.
Hades' consciousness had originally fallen into the chaotic magma of half sleep and half wakefulness, but at a certain moment he suddenly realized and finally reacted.
——The curtains are not drawn.
Although this is the second floor, and no one should be able to see it... but Hades's brain is now almost filled with various stimulating nerves, and he is completely unable to think.
He suddenly struggled, his body twitching slightly like a fish out of water, trying to break free from Ian's restraint.
His movements were a bit flustered, yet seemed powerless due to exhaustion, as if even the strength to lift his hands had been taken away.
Under the pheromones of high-level male insects, female insects are like prey hanging on a spider web, with no ability to struggle.
The male insect pheromones, which carry a sense of temptation and enchantment, have invaded the entire room.
This shows that Ian will not let Hades go easily.
"What's wrong?"
Ian's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of lazy heat, brushing gently against Hades' ears, like a feather brushing, making him shiver.
"My Lord... please wait a moment... curtains..."
Hades spoke with difficulty, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, as if his throat was blocked by something.
He looked at the unclosed curtains, with a hint of pleading and embarrassment in his eyes.
Ian chuckled softly, then picked up Hades and walked towards the window. Their slender figures formed overlapping, elegant silhouettes of violent aesthetics under the light.
The male insect held Hades maliciously and pressed him against the floor-to-ceiling window, then pulled the curtains behind him.
They were squeezed into the small space between the French window and the curtains.
The curtains were very good at blocking out light, and the narrow space suddenly became dark.
"My lord...don't, don't..."
Hades didn't dare to struggle, for fear that he would fall, and even more afraid that his weight would take Ian with him.
"alright,"
Ian pressed Hades against the window, and kissed the intricate insect patterns on the back of Hades' neck bit by bit.
"The curtains are drawn now, so don't worry."
It was simply far-fetched talk. Hades was thin-skinned and his whole body was tense, but he could only let Ian bully him.
The dark skin gradually turned a camel-red color, like a shrimp that was gradually being cooked and rotten.
Curled up in the boundless heat, as if that could protect the softest and most fragile part, but little did they know that that would only speed up the process of becoming a meal on the plate.
The air was filled with two completely different pheromones, and the ripe fruits burst open, spilling out juice, so sweet that people couldn't help but want to get closer.
Intertwining, colliding, sometimes entangled, sometimes pulling, as if two wild beasts are silently biting and fighting for sovereignty.
Soften and melt.
Unyielding, sharp, going straight to the core, with an almost cruel persistence.
The battle continued until the pheromones of one side began to weaken, like a prey cornered, gradually losing the power to resist.
The victor claims sovereignty.
The other person surrenders completely, exhaustedly allowing all senses and decision-making power to be taken over.
The curtains were opened again and then closed.
The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and a misty fog poured out from the gap in the door, like a soft cloud slowly spreading.
Warm water vapor filled the air, carrying a faint scent of shower gel, mixed with moist water droplets, shrouding the entire space in a hazy atmosphere.
Ian held Hades in his arms and sat in the large bathtub, the warm water slowly flowing over their bodies.
Hades' body had not yet fully recovered from the violent spasms and was trembling slightly, like a beast exhausted after chasing its prey. The scars on his face were no longer visible in the mist.
His head rested on Ian's shoulder, his wet silver-gray hair stuck to his cheeks, and water droplets slid down his dark neck and disappeared into the warm water.
Ian's arms were wrapped around him firmly, his palms gently caressing his back - he really liked Hades's back.
Or rather, obsessed with every part of Hades' body.
Everything tastes sweet, like chocolate cake.
Neither Hades nor Ian said anything, enjoying the silence.
However,
This moment of tranquility was broken by a sudden message alert.
The terminal on Ian's wrist rang at an inopportune moment, the sharp sound standing out in the quiet bathroom.
Hades immediately opened his eyes as if he was disturbed.
Ian frowned and glanced down at the terminal. The name flashing on the screen made his eyes flash with surprise.
[23:00]
[Morris: Director, come to the lab quickly, something big has happened!]
[Morris: Some of today's data seems off. Come over and take a look!]
...Well, okay.
Since Morris said so, I can't not go.
Ian sighed softly, lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of Hades' head:
"I'm going to the lab for a bit. I might be back a little late. Don't wait for me. Go to sleep first."
Hades nodded slightly, his body still weak, some places were burning and swollen, and had not yet recovered.
Ian stood up, grabbed his towel, and walked out of the bathroom.
After changing his clothes, he took the key to the aircraft and left the villa.
——
at the same time,
suburbs.
The abandoned factory in the suburbs looks particularly eerie under the cover of night.
The mottled iron door was half open, like a silent giant mouth, swallowing up all the light that came in.
The interior of the factory was empty and silent, guarded by a group of mercenaries, with only the occasional sound of wind and the slight echo of metal colliding.
Morris was tied tightly to a metal chair with rough hemp ropes. His hands were tied behind the back of the chair and his legs were fixed tightly, making him unable to move.
Damn it, he has never suffered such injustice in his life!
This evening, Ryan said he had to work overtime, so Morris thought about going out to buy him something to eat. Although Ryan probably wouldn't eat, what if he was hungry and wanted to eat?
So he went to buy food...
Unexpectedly, he was kidnapped on the way back with a bag of food, and his latest terminal was snatched away on the spot.
I give in.
The final destination of the kidnapping was actually this shabby factory???
Such a strong smell of industrial gasoline - it's so unpleasant, it's a double torture for both body and mind.
Morris's face was filled with anger, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he stared at the group of fully armed mercenaries in front of him.
The mercenary wore a black mask, revealing only his cold eyes, and the weapon in his hand shone coldly under the dim light.
"You bunch of idiots, what the hell do you want? If you have the guts, let me go. I'll fight you one on one and I'll shoot your employer to death!"
Morris asked with gritted teeth, however, the group of mercenaries seemed not to have heard him and stood silently by, as if they were just heartless machines.
At this moment, a clear sound of footsteps came from the other end of the factory. The sound echoed in the empty space and was particularly obvious.
The footsteps were slow and steady, like some invisible oppression, approaching step by step.
Morris's brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the direction where the sound came from.
A pair of black noble boots appeared in his sight.
A distinctly aristocratic style.
The owner of the boots stopped in front of him. Morris slowly raised his head following the boots, his eyes sweeping over the straight trouser legs, and finally fixed on the face of the culprit.
"Lin Mo?"
Morris' pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment.
There was disbelief in his voice.
There are many interactions between the noble families of the main star. Morris and Lin Mo are not very familiar with each other, but Lin Mo is too famous. He is the male son that Count Link is proud of. He is also the president of the Male Insect Protection Association and the warden of the Male Insect Special Prison.
With layers of buffs stacked up, he is just like the other people's child in the classic story.
Morris had heard a lot about Lin Mo's glorious achievements since he was a child.
But there shouldn't be any hatred between them, right?
There haven't been any conflicts between the two families recently?
Lin Mo stood in front of him, with no expression on his face, and just said:
"Sir Morris, I'm sorry to see you in this situation."
Morris was furious. What the hell is that dead face? We are all aristocrats, who is afraid of who?
"Oh,"
Morris sneered.
"I can't bear the hypocritical words from President Lin Mo."
"Or else, if you let me go, I'll tie you up and let you see if you have any regrets."
"Why are you kidnapping me? Are you, Earl Link's servants, running out of money and want to kidnap me to extort money? Tsk, I wish you would go bankrupt!"
After being mocked and scolded, Lin Mo's face remained calm and composed. He seemed to have no emotions at all. He just spoke calmly:
"Don't get so excited. Save your energy."
Morris felt even more frustrated when he saw that his attacks had not resulted in anything more than minor injuries to the opponent.
——mmp, dead bug face Lin Mo.
——He deserves to be divorced from the Third Army Commander! Who can stand this dead face?
The next second, Morris saw Lin Mo take out his own terminal from his pocket, and the terminal also had a message alert sound.
"Fuck! What do you want to do? You're not going to threaten Ryan with me, are you?"
Morris was unusually irritable.
Hearing this, Lin Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Morris meaningfully, but didn't say anything.
Lin Mo was playing with Morris's terminal in his hand, his eyes fixed on the chat interface.
[23:10]
[Ian: Got it. I'll be right there.]
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