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Even though they hugged each other tightly, with no gap between their bodies, the uneasiness in her heart still enveloped her layer by layer.
Hipper didn't know how to suppress the trance in which his heart was hanging in the air, and could only hug blindly, trying to dispel the unreasonable fear.
Hug her tighter - our bones and flesh are connected, our bodies are intertwined, inseparable, as if we want to melt into his warm body and hide in his flesh and blood.
Avoid the erosion of nothingness and escape the punishment of willfulness.
"Hiss... It hurts, be gentler, why are you using so much force?" Hearing him say this, Hipper immediately let go of his hand and fell on the bed.
She felt helpless after losing something to cling to, and her knuckles were slightly bent and clenched into fists.
"Just hug me if you want. It's a good thing to have strength." He took her hand and put it back on his shoulder, patting her back gently, comforting her skillfully.
She probably felt that she had done something wrong and felt guilty, but she didn't know how to express it, so she could only cooperate extra closely.
She never thought she had done anything wrong in the past, so she didn't know how to say or do anything to apologize or make amends.
Just be quiet and obedient and let him do whatever he wants.
He really enjoyed himself, felt unprecedented satisfaction, and the experience was wonderful beyond imagination. In an intimate relationship, the cooperation and trust of a lover are like strong medicine, the best catalyst for desire.
A wife's body belongs to her husband. It is a sacred and inviolable territory, a palace where only he can enter and exit freely.
"Hippo, you didn't do anything wrong."
There's no need to feel guilty about it.
"You just have to feel happy."
Life is three thousand days long, with happiness and pain for a moment. You should pursue those things that make you truly happy - even if no one is optimistic about you, even if no one is with you.
Your priority should be yourself, and everyone else should be second. I am no different.
"Just enjoy the moment, Hipper."
It's now, it's the present moment, it's just you and me.
Lose yourself in love, leaving everything behind and tomorrow behind. Every second I spend with you should be the revolving lantern I see before my death.
Her white hair was scattered on the mattress, her forehead was soaked with sweat, and her eyes sank into the soft spring water - the frozen blue ocean had melted and turned into tiny floating ice.
Her lips were red and soft, like the honey of death. Even if you licked them into your stomach, you would still not feel enough.
She is the worst angel, the child that gives the teacher the most headaches, a willful lover, and a bad guy who tramples on sincerity.
She was his missing part, like Adam's rib that was lost and found again. She was bone of his bones, flesh of his flesh, more than anything else, and worthy of it all.
"So, I mean—want to do it again?"
They were meant to be inseparable, a perfect match made in heaven.
The birth of love often begins with the other person's heart-warming appearance; but the continuation of love must rely on sincerity and persistence.
They were always deeply attracted to each other's world. So no matter how many detours they took, she would always return to the starting point and return to him.
He just squatted there and waited quietly, with his arms open, ready to give her a warm hug at any time.
Running fast is not a bad thing - because if you go quickly, you will come back quickly.
"Let me hold you for a while."
After the pleasure, her mind fell into silence. Everything was like raindrops suspended in mid-air, motionless. The satisfaction of her body and spirit made her lazy and unwilling to move.
The weight in his arms, the warmth, the fragrance he smelled—all of this gently filled her soul.
"Hold? That's fine too."
He has his own way to do what she wants. Love is about win-win, especially in intimate moments.
Desire is an endless abyss, and longing is a swamp that sinks deeper the more you struggle - so there is no need to struggle, just indulge yourself and indulge in this river of love.
Her body was his cradle for peaceful sleep, his paradise for relaxation, and the cream that was sweeter than anything else.
The warmth of her body, the scent of her hair, the weight of her clinging to him... everything was addictive.
This belongs to him, completely, from body to mind.
They mingled with each other, they kissed deeply, they expressed their love.
They fell in love together.
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“That’s enough…”
There is a limit to happiness. Once it is exceeded, consciousness becomes disconnected from the body, and one becomes drowsy and overwhelmed with distractions.
The only thing I could still feel was the scorching heat and humidity.
The lips and tongue moved, the vision swayed, and apart from the snow, there was only deep and light red.
He loved the feel of it and always focused on soothing this area.
"Be more greedy, Hipper. Eat them all. Try harder."
“…Not this kind of greed!”
The girl was choked by his confusing lies and put her hands on his shoulders to prevent him from going any further.
Boo.
Letting go of the soft flesh in his mouth, he licked his lips, a look of regret on his face.
"What's wrong with that? Don't you want pure love?" Gojo Satoru laid her down on the bed, leaning on her chest, a little dissatisfied with this.
"...You are pure meat." Hipper pushed his head away, but he came up to her again and kissed her skin all over hungrily.
Don't misinterpret other people's wishes!
"Love is about eating it." Sophistry is also Gojo Satoru's forte. He wants it, and he gets it. How can you just watch without doing anything? He is not abstinent.
"I want to rest, I don't want to move." Too much happiness only doubles the fatigue. She didn't want to move a finger or speak, she just wanted to curl up in the quilt and sleep soundly.
The crying and intense emotions were very exhausting, and she urgently needed sleep to restore her energy.
"The reversal technique is too cheating..." He always maintains the most energetic state, both physically and mentally. How can he compare with him?
"Don't say you didn't enjoy it, okay? You haven't reached your limit yet. This time you lasted a little longer than before." Gojo Satoru took out a tissue from the bedside table to clean up simply. He was no longer surprised by her lazy look.
She lies down when she is tired and sleeps when she is sleepy. She doesn't procrastinate at all.
"Take a shower, hurry up... I'm about to fall asleep." The sudden sleepiness made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes. She raised her leg and stepped on his shoulder, urging him to clean up quickly.
The man pinched her ankle, stroked her protruding ankle with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes to appreciate the scenery below with interest.
Good-looking, pretty, and decadent—all are his masterpieces.
Hipper had almost closed his eyes as he picked him up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
"Go back to sleep later." Gojo Satoru shook her head gently, but there was no response. She was so sleepy that her consciousness was blurred.
The game lasted a while, and it was great that Hipper had always been so persistent in cooperating with him. He was still a little greedy in this regard, but there was nothing he could do about it. She was so sweet, so sweet in every way, and it had a special attack effect on him.
She slept completely unconscious, letting herself be rubbed and scrubbed the entire time, until she was as soft as a ball of dough. Only when she was put on the bed did she roll around, skillfully curling up in the quilt.
She likes to sleep wrapped in a blanket and be surrounded by warmth.
To put it bluntly, I just like being held while sleeping.
She also had a clingy side even when she slept. So when Gojo Satoru dreamed of being picked up by a giant pitch-black bird and stuffed into its feathers, he didn't think much of it except to lament that the bird's temperament was very similar to Hipper's.
——Until he was awakened by the heat.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark. No, it wasn't dark, it was something blocking my view.
It's quite strange. Logically, nothing should be able to obstruct the vision of the six eyes.
He reached out and touched the pitch-black, strangely textured covering, feeling confused.
Where did the feathers come from?
Feeling around in the darkness, Gojo Satoru traced the feathers above his head and realized they were probably real wings, and they were warm. He didn't know where he touched, but the wings suddenly trembled, and the vibrations left a gap.
“…”
He opened his eyes wide, staring in amazement at the black feathers scattered all over the room, speechless for a moment. The wings must have lost a lot of feathers, and the tiny feathers were spread all over the floor, leaving almost no place to step.
It turned out that it was not a dream, he was really carried back to the nest by a bird.
The person in his arms was still in human form, but...
Gojo Satoru reached out and touched her back, feeling the warm, furry base of her wings. As the girl's breathing rose and fell, the wings that completely enveloped them both trembled slightly.
“…”
What happened? When I woke up from a nap, my wife had changed species?
"Hippo, wake up, our species is isolated." Gojo Satoru shook her shoulders, trying to interrupt her sleep. Species isolation was a big deal, so how could she still sleep?
This feather is so hot, let go quickly!
Your wife fell into a baby's sleep and unfortunately, your call failed.
I felt refreshed before going to bed, but now I am sweating all over, and the culprit is sleeping soundly.
I heard that a bird's wings are like dead blood, maybe just like holding a chick, you can pinch it and it will behave. Gojo Satoru made up his mind, pinched the base of the wings with both hands and started kneading it.
The good news is, it works.
The bad news is that the excitement is excessive.
He was wrapped tighter by the wings, and this was not what he wanted right now! Although it was really soft... Hmm, he took a bite.
Sleeping Beauty woke up, and was woken up by a bite.
"...What are you doing instead of sleeping?" The girl, who was not fully awake yet, questioned Gojo Satoru in a daze, and spread her wings and pushed him out.
"You've become a little crow, Hipper." He touched the wings above his head that were still trembling slightly and plucked down two feathers.
This hair sheds too easily and is more fragile than hair.
"What's wrong with a little hobby?" Hipper said matter-of-factly as she folded her wings and released him. Her huge black wings folded behind her back and drooped to the ground, a few feathers drifting down.
Gojo Satoru sat up, looked around, and picked up the feather that had fallen on his head and examined it carefully. After a long moment, he hesitated and expressed his guess.
"Are you... building a nest?" In fact, he was not sure, but the concept vaguely flashed through his mind and he said it casually.
“…”
The wings that drooped to the ground fluttered lightly. The girl looked away without answering.
Huh? Is this true?
If she had tried to explain herself, Gojo Satoru might not have considered it that way. But she didn't say a word, which seemed to indicate her assent.
"Let me see..." Seeing her expression, it seemed she couldn't offer any explanation. Gojo Satoru simply asked for help and searched Wikipedia for information on bird nesting.
"The main factor in a bird's nesting is the abundance of..." He hadn't finished reading when he was pulled back under his wings. Hipper covered his mouth, obviously not wanting him to finish.
"...reproductive instinct?" Even through her palm, he still mumbled the remaining few words, staring at Hipper who was so close to him with interest.
"Pregnancy is troublesome, isn't it?" He really didn't want a child. They were truly in love, and there couldn't be any accidents.
Hipper kicked him, gnashing her teeth, a blush on her face, "It has nothing to do with this nesting!"
"Tell me, isn't it hot to have wings in the middle of summer? Are you shedding a lot?" He picked up the feathers on the bed and emphasized the point of shedding. Hipper, who was so angry that she slapped him into the mattress with one wing.
"You bit my feathers...let go."
Gojo Satoru spread his wings and spat out the feathers in his mouth, his face full of worry. "You really can't tell me? It's hot even with the air conditioner on. Can't you fold your wings for a bit?"
Take it back? I can’t take it back now… (Looking up at the sky)
"Just bear with it, it will be fine after a while." How could she explain that she had grown wings and started building a nest because she loved him so much... Now she felt so safe that her wings didn't obey her at all.
"Explain?" Gojo Satoru held down his restless wings, sighed, and pointed at himself. "It's super hot."
"It's just... I feel safe this way." She looked at the pillow, her wings, and the fallen feathers, but she refused to look at Gojo Satoru across from her.
? Isn’t it enough to hold me while sleeping?
The confusion on his face was too obvious, and the girl buried her face in her wings and stammered out her next sentence.
"I like you so much, I can't help it... I just want to make you all smell like me." It's so weird to say something like that!
"Pfft...Hahahahaha!" He laughed so hard that his whole body fluttered on his wings. He reached out and poked Hipper's head, "Your way of expressing your affection is so weird."
...What can we do? We can't turn into a snake if we get tangled together, right?
"But 'Let your scent be all over you' is a great saying."
He wanted to hear more of this kind of possessive speech.
"Afterwards, tell me more."
I also want to scent your whole body with my scent.
——Every day.
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