Chapter 135
As soon as the game ended, Cristiano couldn't wait to share today's unexpected episode with Kaka.
"This feeling is amazing. The kid who asked me for a jersey will be my teammate in the future." Cristiano looked at Kaka and gestured with his hands, "That little guy is only this tall! He will be a big guy in the future."
Kaka was amused by Cristiano's actions and he put his arms around Cristiano's waist from behind.
The two of them stood in front of the system's breeding panel. He could kiss Cristiano's eyes by tilting his head. He kissed his lover's eyelashes: "Didn't you know this a long time ago? Why are you still so surprised?"
Kaka recalled that in his impression, Dalot grew into a very good Portuguese defender after Pepe retired. Compared with the fringe defenders in the game videos he often watched, he had made great progress.
"It's different." Cristiano smiled with his eyes curved. He explained, "When I'm with him, I always forget that I'm much older than him."
Kaka raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Cris, are you sure it's not because you are always like a child? That's why those young people always dare to act disrespectful in front of you."
"No, if you have seen the grown-up Diogo, you will know. The kid doesn't care whether you are a senior who is a generation older than him. He is just like your peer." Cristiano retorted to his lover.
Childish nature? Well, he took it as a compliment. He felt that he really hadn't changed much. Ferdinand often said that about him in his previous life.
Cristiano added: "I feel very comfortable with him. He doesn't seem restrained or uncomfortable, and he doesn't remind me how much older I am than those young guys."
"Some young people are always very cautious, even though I can see that they like me." He raised his chin with a little pride, smiled and kissed his lover's Adam's apple, then rubbed it lightly with his teeth with evil intentions, and felt the hand around his waist suddenly tighten.
Cristiano grinned.
Kaka's breathing was disrupted by Cristiano's sudden little movement. He grabbed the other's waist helplessly: "Yes, Cris, we all like you...Don't move."
He inhaled softly and lowered his head to the back of Cristiano's neck, nuzzling his nose against the soft curls.
Kaka refuted Cristiano in his heart. He had seen Dalot many times in the videos of those games.
He certainly knew how unrestrained Dalot was and how disrespectful he was in touching his idol - of course, he knew that this was due to the hormones and adrenaline during the game.
But he is sure that he knows Dalot well enough and knows how many people love Cristiano so deeply.
At the century funeral of his previous life, he met many people whom he had never had the chance to work with or get to know - he had indeed been away from the football world for too long, while his lover almost occupied the entire football century of the 21st century - he met Dalot and many up-and-coming young players who were much younger than them.
The young men stood in silence before the dark, dull marble monument.
He saw the "big, bulky Portuguese boy" as Cristiano called him, crying like a child in front of the monument;
I also saw a tall, tough-looking Turk standing there in silence for a long time. He walked forward with heavy steps until everyone left, bent his straight and tough back, and left a rose on the monument.
And there was the Colombian, whose name he knew, even though they didn't have much in common - she had joined Real Madrid shortly after he left - and the beautiful Colombian didn't even come forward to give her a flower, but just stood silently under the tree, far away like an irrelevant bystander, but he could feel the gloomy suffocation from her.
…
That day, he also stayed in the corner. He was neither qualified to be a family member nor allowed to carry the coffin for his lover as a friend.
He was only wearing a black suit, standing in an inconspicuous place, and engraved the entire ceremony firmly in his mind with a blank but focused look.
He remembered the face of every person who came, their expressions, and the pain, shock, and disbelief that so many people shared with him.
The pain of these people resonated with him, but he knew that his pain was far greater than those people's. No one could understand his pain. He clearly had held Cristiano's hand, but lost it in his sleep.
Kaka tightened the warm skin in his palms little by little.
Cristiano was a little hurt by being grabbed, and couldn't help but struggle slightly, muttering: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore - be gentle Kaka, I think there must be your palm prints on my waist."
Kaka came back to his senses after hearing this, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had just had a nightmare.
He was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand and lifted up Cristiano's clothes. Sure enough, he saw reddish fingerprints on the young boy's lean and beautiful waistline.
"Sorry Cirs..." Kaka bent down, put his hands on both sides of Cristiano's hips, lowered his head and put his lips on the red fingerprints.
He lowered his knees and knelt in front of Cristiano, like the most devout believer. He rested his forehead on his lover's waist, and the body temperature through the clothes made him feel at ease.
Cristiano was stunned when he saw this. He lowered his head and looked at Kaka, and noticed with some surprise that Kaka's sweaty forehead.
He couldn't see the expression on his lover's face, but he just reached out and rubbed the sweat off his face, and couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you sweating so much all of a sudden?"
Cristiano thought of his little action just now, and couldn't help grinning, and slightly straightened his waist: "Oh my God Kaka...your reaction...do you want me?"
He was a little surprised by the Son's tense reaction, but immediately touched his lover's cheek with compassion.
He guessed that due to those damn strict rules, his lover must rarely do anything herself, otherwise how could she have such an obvious reaction to his slight teasing?
Kaka held Cristiano's hand. He held his lover's soft palm to his mouth, both devout and full of thoughts. He looked up at Cristiano and whispered: "Yes Cris, I want you."
Cristiano met Kaka's eyes. Those dark eyes seemed bottomless like an abyss. He felt like he was being sucked into them and subconsciously grabbed the other person.
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He dared to say that this must be the craziest experience he had ever had. Perhaps because his body in the space would not leave any traces, his lover was like a beast.
"I've said enough..." Cristiano's voice was almost hoarse and he couldn't speak. His eyes were dry and uncomfortable because he had shed so many tears. In this regard, he was always more willing to enjoy than suffer. He buried his head in Kaka's shoulder, feeling so aggrieved that he wanted to cry again.
He was completely embraced by his lover. The feeling of his legs hanging in the air without being able to touch the ground made him feel uneasy and nervous, as if he had lost control. Cristiano was almost driven crazy by his lover.
Kaka kissed the sweat on Cristiano's neck again and again as if to soothe him. He knew he had gone too far. He held his boy in his arms and sat on the bed in the physiotherapy room, gently rubbing his lower back with his palm.
Cristiano was so tired that he drooped his eyes and almost fell asleep, but soon, the system's prompt sounded like a thunder and woke him up completely -
[The gestational seeds have fully developed and are being stripped of the gestational environment. Please be patient, hosts. 】
Cristiano suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from Kaka's arms.
"Did you hear that?!" His voice was still hoarse, but he was full of energy, as if the crybaby who was sobbing and aggrieved before was an illusion.
Kaka was also stunned and nodded: "Child?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Cristiano quickly jump off the bed from him. He quickly reached out to support him, preventing his lover from stumbling and almost falling.
Cristiano puffed his cheeks, said nothing, and trotted over to the panel.
The two children's real bodies slowly emerged from the panel, and Cristiano almost screamed.
Kaka quickly followed and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Cristiano was busy like a bee. He quickly took out two large, clean and soft towels from the physiotherapy room, and two small, slightly damp and warm towels. He was waiting to wipe the child when he came out, and then wrap him up with the large towels.
He looked at Kaka who was completely stunned, bumped into him lightly, and called to him in a hoarse voice with some amusement: "Kaka! Stop standing there, come and help me spread the towel on the table!"
Kaka finally came to his senses and hurriedly answered the call. Fortunately, he still had some muscle memory and quickly remembered what to do.
He looked at Cristiano's extremely skilled appearance, which was completely different from the first time he was flustered when he first arrived at Real Madrid and acquired Junior.
"Of course, I know how to take care of children." Cristiano waited cautiously beside the two children and spoke in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the two children.
Cristiano was extremely proud of the fact that he almost raised Junior by himself when he was little.
Soon, the first child was completely peeled out from Kaka's half of the gestation panel.
Cristiano held his breath and carefully picked up the child. Kaka was beside him, gently wiping the liquid on the child's face with a hot and wet towel, then placing the child cleanly on a large towel and wrapping him up.
Then came the second child.
Cristiano still held his breath and tried to move as gently as possible, for fear that his movements would hurt the delicate skin of the newborn.
"Oh my God, these two children are so beautiful." Cristiano's voice was dreamy. He looked at the children placed side by side on two large towels and couldn't help but praise them proudly in a low voice.
The two children are not as wrinkled as real newborns when they are born. Their growth cannot be measured and compared based on the human mother's ten months of pregnancy. They grow up completely in the system's nurturing environment and only officially leave the nurturing environment after their immune system is fully developed.
They were even able to slowly open their eyes.
Cristiano looked closer with even greater surprise. He could not help but gently pick up the child's fist with his fingers, put it to his mouth and kissed it again and again. His child had a faint scent of milk, and his eyes looked very much like his.
"Oh my God, he really looks like my Junior when he was a child." Cristiano's eyes were slightly red. He kissed the child's sparse, soft hair and carefully tucked the edges of the towel.
"Yes, they really look alike." Kaka teased another child and said with a gentle smile, "They are so well-behaved."
Cristiano nodded, and he moved closer to look at the child in Kaka's arms. He gently rubbed the child's soft palm with the tip of his nose, raised the corners of his mouth, and couldn't stop smiling: "This child is exactly like a scaled-down version of you. Look at his mouth, it's the same as yours."
The two of them gathered together and looked at the two children with great pleasure.
"How do we get them away from here?" Kaka suddenly thought of this question.
He couldn't help but look up at the hourglass hanging in the space - every time they entered the space, they only had three hours to spend together. The hourglass would start counting when they came in, and now there was not much time left.
[The Breeding Seed has been bound to the two hosts. You only need to touch it when you leave the space for the first time.]
[After the gestating seed leaves the space, it cannot enter again until it reaches adulthood. During this period, it cannot use any healing items in the space. Please be aware of this, host.]
Cristiano frowned upon hearing this. They had not thought that after the two children left the space, they would not be able to come back until they were eighteen years old. They thought they could always bring the children with them to the space and would not miss any of their growth...
"Is it still like what we agreed before?" Cristiano looked at Kaka.
Kaka nodded in agreement. They had no other choice but to temporarily leave the space with one child each, and wait for a chance to meet again before bringing both children together.
"We really look like a divorced couple..." Cristiano muttered softly while holding the little guy. His voice was still hoarse and he spoke so softly that it was almost inaudible.
Kaka leaned over and bit Cristiano's lower lip: "Don't use metaphors, Cris."
Cristiano chuckled.
Soon, his time was up, and he took the little guy back to his own world in the blink of an eye.
The little girl didn't look like she was frightened or crying because of the sudden change of space. Instead, she opened her beautiful eyes and stared at her young father.
"Little guy, I'm your papa." Cristiano lowered his head to meet the child's eyes. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, gently rocked his arms, lowered his head and kissed the little guy's forehead. He spoke softly, his eyes slightly moist, "My baby, thank you for coming into my life."
He still hadn't decided what to name his child. He held out his finger and let the little guy hold it: "Little guy, I'm sorry, I haven't thought of a name for you yet..."
Cristiano looked into the child's eyes, he paused, and his eyes quickly turned red. He never thought that after seeing his own child, he would miss the child in his previous life even more.
"God, you really look like my Junior..." Cristiano said softly while choking.
The baby in his arms cried softly, "Yeah, Yeah."
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