Chapter 100 (Including additional chapters, long review...)
102.
“Squeak—!”
The car suddenly braked without any warning, and the strong inertia made me rush forward. Fortunately, I have always been very safety-conscious and fastened my seat belt as soon as I got in the car. It was only because of the seat belt that I was restrained tightly that I did not hit the glass head-on and become the first unlucky person in the history of the Black Organization to die from sudden braking.
Hey, shouldn't the word "died in the line of duty" be in quotes? If something really happened, would it be considered a work-related injury?
After slamming on the brakes, Gin turned around and looked at me, who was still trembling and patting my chest, and squeezed out a word through his teeth: "Child, adopted, son-in-law?"
He pronounced these three words slowly and heavily, full of an incredible sense of absurdity.
"What's wrong? Isn't that right?" I blinked blankly, then said confidently, "Aren't you the child son-in-law the organization prepared for me? Humph, face it, Mr. Gin. You've been mine from the beginning!"
Gin sneered.
103.
Then, that afternoon, Gin demonstrated to me in an extremely detailed and profound way, with his own actions, how "capable" he, a man who was forced to be called a "child son-in-law", could be.
104.
The warm yellow wall lamp in the bedroom cast an ambiguous, dim glow across the messy mattress. The air was filled with the distinct scent of lovemaking, blending with the scent of our two different yet perfectly matched shower gels.
Like a sated cat, I lazily lay on my side, my cheek pressed against Gin's chest, which seemed even firmer and hotter. I could clearly hear the steady, powerful beating of his heart. One finger, unconsciously and with a touch of greed, traced meaningless circles on his well-defined, tactile abs.
Gin thought I didn't notice the strange look he gave me, maybe thinking that I was still as thick-skinned as ever and didn't care at all that my fate had been determined by the Black Organization since I was born, or in other words, before I became a fertilized egg.
Actually, it’s not that I don’t care, I just let it go.
Accept your fate.
I had been vaguely puzzled by the extraordinary, almost indulgent, "favorable treatment" I received from the Black Organization, from top to bottom, from the mysterious Boss to Rum to Gin himself. Now, the answer was revealed.
Damn it... I naively thought that it was because I was a legitimate second-generation member of the organization, and I had a lively and cute personality. Everyone loved me, flowers bloomed when I saw them, and cars got flat tires when they saw me. Everyone liked me from the bottom of their hearts.
As expected, in this world, especially in a place like the Black Organization, there is no such thing as love without reason.
We, the Black Organization, are so realistic, so cold, and ruthless—
QAQ——
The little man in my heart silently hugged myself and shed symbolic wide noodles tears.
Furthermore, following this line of thought, many previously puzzling details suddenly became clear. For example, why did Gin sometimes show me an almost indulgent "goodness," and then, when I mustered up the courage to express my love directly, reject me with that cold, almost cruel, murderous attitude...
Humph, now that I think about it, even though he usually acts so loyal to the Black Organization, as if he can sacrifice everything for it, when the time comes for him to "sell himself" (?) to complete the organization's mission, he would probably feel very uncomfortable and wouldn't be willing to do it at all, right?
Does he subconsciously feel that having a child with a "designated" woman, who may still be a fool in his eyes, is an insult to his status as a top killer?
...That's not right.
There is something wrong with this logic.
If he was really so resistant, so reluctant, then after that—not even after that, but that night—why did he take the initiative to carry me to his bed? And then he even tacitly allowed, or even led, me to move into his safe house and completely invade his private space?
…
...I understand.
...I understand it all, everything!
At this point, having ruled out all impossibilities, the only remaining answer, no matter how absurd, can only be...
That's right! The scheming frog keeps touching his belly! There's only one truth!
Gin loves me deeply, and he has fallen hopelessly in love with me a long, long time ago!
He must have been torn between internal conflicts. On the one hand, he harbored a deep-seated pride that refused to be completely controlled, and he didn't want everything to go his way. He felt that taking care of me was fine, but he actually had to "sell" his body and be forced to have children with me, his "designated partner." This was a complete affront to his dignity.
On the other hand, he couldn't control his heart which had already fallen for me, and was unwilling to admit this embarrassing fact. That's why when I expressed my love to him, he rejected me with such a bad attitude, trying to maintain his shaky and cold image.
But! Before he even fully realized these feelings, his body and instincts had already betrayed his mind! This perfectly explains why, after rejecting me, he immediately took me to bed and asked me to move into his safe house, a nearly face-slapping move! It was definitely because he was worried that if he completely rejected me, I would be heartbroken and would truly give up on him, so he panicked and quickly made up for it, using his actions to tie me firmly to his side!
As for why he was still stubborn and refused to admit it, and kept arguing with me for so long...
Oh, isn't this simple?
Tsundere! Awkward! Saying one thing and thinking another!
Gin is just that kind of person!
Oh, now that I think about it, I'm such a considerate little angel! If I weren't a good person with a great personality, and if I knew how to accommodate his tsundere ways and give him a way out, with his awkwardness, who knows how long we'd have wasted our time together!
...Oh, right. Should I selectively ignore the fact that his actions, in a sense, directly "locked" me to him and restricted some of my "freedom"?
I was shocked to realize that ever since I moved into Gin's house, I was no longer as free as when I lived alone in the bar, such as being able to... tease people?
For example, I had long planned to wait for the Whiskey Trio to join the organization and then work hard to build good relationships with them, kick their asses, and increase their favorability, so that they would let me go and not arrest me in the future.
But the reality is...
We are indeed familiar with each other, we did get kicked out, and I did reach a cooperation agreement with them, but...
Well, I always feel that while I gained gin, I also lost something.
However, if you consider what happened before and what Rum said to me... Gin definitely did it on purpose! This scheming man!
Maybe, when he was still unwilling to admit that he was attracted to me, he had already seduced me, forced me, and made me revolve around him all day long out of a beast-like instinct and possessiveness, just to prevent the organization from arranging other people as my alternatives?
How could this man be so scheming and deep-minded to such an outrageous degree?!
Is this something Gin could do?!
...bridge bean sack.
Think carefully about his meticulous and calculated actions, as well as his paranoid and almost perverted desire for control...
It seems like this is something he can really do!
As I sighed like this, my fingers playing with his abdominal muscles became more and more dishonest. Just as I was becoming more and more addicted to the tight and elastic touch -
He seemed to be finally getting a little impatient with my little action and lazily raised his eyelids. His dark green eyes looked deep and hazy in the dim light. He stretched out his big hand and easily wrapped it around my restless wrist.
His palm was broad, his knuckles distinct, and with calluses from years of gripping guns, he effortlessly wrapped around my slender wrist. The contrast between his skin tone and body size was striking, imbued with a heart-pounding, dangerous sense of conquest. If the atmosphere weren't so off, I'd have taken out my phone and filmed this scene for my lock screen wallpaper.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" His low voice was hoarse from the incident and sounded lazily. There was no emotion in his tone, but his eyes seemed to have hooks, vaguely scanning my exposed skin.
This makes me look like a complete noob! It's true, but, but! After such a long and frequent "training", I've made a lot of progress, okay?
I immediately raised my eyes and glared at him with accusatory eyes, trying to convey my dissatisfaction and protest with my eyes.
The silver-haired man lowered his eyes and looked at me angrily, with a teasing smile in his eyes. For some reason, my cheeks suddenly felt hot, and the heat quickly spread to my ears.
No one else, just handsome you!
This face, these eyes, this irresistible charm! It's simply a foul!
Thank you, organization. Although you are not a good person and have done all kinds of immoral things that deserve to be shot, but... considering that you assigned me such a handsome and capable child son-in-law who has a weird personality but is very "capable" at critical moments, it is still worth my conscience to say thank you.
But, just one sentence! No more!
My eyes rolled around, and I decided to just lie on Gin's body, my chin resting on his solid chest. I raised my face, smiled, and said to him in a coquettish and tentative tone, "Child son-in-law, shall we talk?"
Upon hearing this, the foster son-in-law laughed, but his laughter didn't sound happy. Instead, it sounded like a threat, a dangerous, impatient one: "If you scream again..."
He spoke slowly, his fingers pinching my waist suggestively, "I'll assume you... still want it."
I:"!!!"
"Okay, everyone else uses safe words, but when it comes to you, everything is a dangerous word!" I was furious, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "You're not doing this right!"
My protests were clearly ineffective. Gin didn't even need to say anything; he simply shifted his waist slightly, and his undeniable presence instantly made all my righteous accusations die in my throat. His cheeks flushed, his aura waned, and his voice trailed off, a faint acknowledgment of his own weakness. "...Alright, you're the best, you have the final say. Whatever you say... is right."
A man who knows the current situation is a hero! A good woman will not suffer a loss in front of her!
Life matters, life matters, life matters.
I don't know whether Gin is satisfied or dissatisfied with my understanding. He hums an emotionless hum from his throat, carelessly strokes my long hair, and asks lazily, "What do you want to talk about?"
"There's so much I want to talk about, but what I want to know most is—" I dragged out the last word, carefully observing every expression on his face, before I said the topic I wanted to know most, "When you carried me to your bed and asked me to move in, was it because you regretted rejecting me?"
No matter how I think about it, my intuition tells me that the turning point of everything was Gin's abnormal behavior after rejecting me. If he hadn't done those things...
Since Rum said the Black Organization's special regard for me was due to my accurate intuition, then that must be the case! They say to capture the thief first and strike the snake at its weakest point. If I want to completely uncover the secret that Gin has been hiding from me, I must start with the butterfly that first flapped its wings.
The moment I asked this question, Gin's eyes were dazed for a moment.
Although it was only an extremely brief moment, so fast that it seemed like an illusion, it was still accurately captured by my focused gaze.
I guessed right, it's here!
Did you see the little lightbulb that lit up next to my head? If not, that’s okay. The point is, I guessed right. That’s where the breakthrough is!
Gin looked at me and didn't want to answer, but when he saw my deliberately scowl and puppy eyes, he still... compromised.
But there was no complete compromise.
He avoided the core of my question and simply stated in a flat tone, "I have no regrets."
My face immediately drooped, and the pitiful expression I had just managed to create disappeared in an instant, replaced by undisguised disappointment and dissatisfaction. I said with a sour face, "Oh, is that so?"
Gin stopped talking and just looked at me silently, his eyes seemed to be weighing something.
I pushed myself up from him expressionlessly, pretending to get up, and said in a tone that pretended to be calm but actually threatening, "Since you don't regret rejecting me at all and think that it was a mistake to start a relationship with me, then there's no need for us to continue being together in this ambiguous relationship. Let's just break up—"
The word "hand" hadn't even fully formed on my tongue, let alone been spoken.
What interrupted me was a sudden dizziness.
By the time I realized what was happening, my vision was completely reversed. An irresistible force effortlessly tossed me over, pressing me back onto the soft mattress. Above me was Gin's enlarged, handsome face, and his eyes, which had suddenly become dark and dangerous... as if he were staring intently at his prey.
105.
Okay, now that’s a dangerous word +1.
106.
Gin finally said vaguely that he took me back that day because he had a dream. Although he couldn't remember the dream clearly, his intuition told him that he couldn't let me go like that.
My intuition may be accurate because of my bloodline, but Gin's intuition is also accurate. It was honed through the experience of swords and spears, no, swords and guns. So he chose to trust his intuition and brought this "trouble" of mine back to his territory, calling it "close observation."
The way he spoke, it sounded as if I had given him some hypnotic suggestion, causing him to have a precognitive dream, and he was just keeping me by his side to monitor me in order to find the answer.
"If you ask me, you have loved me for a long time, but you just don't admit it. Even though you don't admit it, your intuition is very sure of it." I rolled my eyes in annoyance and wanted to break free from his arms, but I couldn't escape the iron wall. I could only bite the teeth marks on his muscular shoulder that I had already made, just to vent my anger.
Gin looked at me, head buried in his shoulder, expressionless, as if oblivious to the subtle sting. It wasn't until I raised my head, eyes wide with displeasure, that he finally seemed to get the message. He nodded cooperatively, though insincerely, and a single syllable escaped his throat: "Hmm."
...I became even angrier. What happened?
...This perfunctory look makes me even angrier. What's going on?
Before I could wrap my head around that two-letter word I'd just labeled a dangerous word, Gin spoke first, interrupting my potential complaint. His voice returned to its usual calmness: "What do you think?"
"Huh?" I tilted my head in confusion. "What are you thinking?"
"What do you think about the organization's arrangements?" Gin looked at me meaningfully.
The organization's arrangement? Did it mean... that he and I had a baby? Without even thinking, I subconsciously shrank my neck, a look of utter disgust on my face, and said firmly, "I don't want to have a baby!"
This is simply a cry from my soul.
I've always been curious. How could anyone in the Black Organization, a place rife with blood, betrayal, and death, be willing to give birth? Even animals avoid reproduction in dangerous environments, so how do humans overcome this instinctive barrier? Not to mention that, according to Rum, every Brandy has willingly given birth to a child with their loved one?
I don't understand. Maybe it's because just like I have poor physical fitness and couldn't inherit Brandy's strong skills, I also didn't inherit Brandy's love brain?
Apart from being in love, I can't think of any other possibility. At most, it is the confidence in their own abilities, and the belief that childbirth, a test of life and death for women, will not affect them?
Perhaps it's also due to their utterly blind loyalty to the Black Organization? Unlike my unique situation, the Brandies probably knew their value to the Black Organization from the very beginning. Coupled with their superb intuition, they were able to carry on the mission and pass it on. Besides deep-rooted loyalty, I can't think of any other reason.
Moreover, this level of loyalty is probably even more outrageous than Gin's. After all, even Gin was initially resistant to any contact or relationship with me.
Come to think of it, how come Brandy, who's so powerful, is completely invisible in the original story, with no mention at all? Could it be... because in the original storyline, I never lived to see him?
No matter what, I don’t have any of the above three points, whether it’s love-brain, strength, or loyalty to the Black Organization!
Having children or something, or having children for the Black Organization? A big tool gives birth to a small tool, a big chess piece gives birth to a small chess piece... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, so forget it.
And I never thought I’d have kids one day! Even when I envisioned my future life from being surrounded by thousands of male models and living in endless loneliness to waiting for Gin to be released from prison and provide for him in his old age (?), I never thought about having kids!!!
Or with gin???
In a way, I can be considered as being raised by Gin. In fact, I think that my position in Gin's heart is somewhat like that of a wife and a daughter. Isn't it enough for him to have me as his only daughter?
——Just kidding.
In short, no, no, impossible.
"Of course I know." Gin sneered, "Why would I reject you otherwise?"
I was stunned.
I was stunned and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Gin seemed to realize he had slipped up and immediately looked away, no longer looking at me. He forced his voice back to its usual coldness and abruptly changed the subject: "I'm asking you, the organization is clearly getting anxious right now. What are your thoughts?"
I curled my lips: "What can I think? I don't want to have children, don't you want to either?"
I'm telling the truth, Gin really doesn't want to do that. He always takes good measures. I even suspect that if he wasn't so suspicious by nature and didn't trust anyone, he would have gone for a vasectomy to prevent future troubles (? ).
——It’s still a joke.
"Besides that." Gin paused, as if weighing his words, before asking, "Are you planning to keep dragging it out?"
I touched my nose, lowered my eyelashes guiltily, stared at the firm muscles on his chest, and muttered softly, "Let's just put it off for now... just pretend we've been trying to get pregnant, but... well, fate hasn't arrived yet, so we just can't get pregnant."
Logically speaking, the Black Organization will find a way to achieve what they want. What's more, they have been waiting for more than 20 years to have a next generation member who inherits Gin and my genes with strong intuition and fighting ability. They must have been impatient, otherwise they would not have asked Gin to take me for a physical examination every year.
Yes, I finally understand why I always get special treatment during physical examinations.
It stands to reason that it won't be delayed for too long. Maybe the Black Organization can even drug Gin and me, leaving us no chance to take any measures and forcing us to get pregnant.
Anyway, everyone knows that Gin and I are a real couple. If I get pregnant, it will definitely be the offspring they want. Rum's words seem to be trying to sow discord, but in fact, they are also testing whether Gin and I are truly in love.
But, it's reasonable... After some calculations, in two years, it will be the first year of science. No matter whether Kudo Shinichi will become Edogawa Conan or not, the Black Organization is destined to sink.
In just two years, Gin and I...if we work together and put on a good show, we should be able to get away with it...right?
The premise is that the Black Organization can continue to be easy to fool, and Gin...
Is he testing my stance by asking me this now? Will he...still insist on siding with the organization when he clearly knows I'm resisting?
He said this now, could it be that... he changed his mind and wants to have a baby with me?
So, did you take any measures just now?
It's not my fault for not trusting Gin, after all, he's Gin... Although he did cover for me many times in the Black Organization, but...
Tsk, come to think of it, the bloodline inherited from the old Italian mafia family, with super intuition, should be the super intuition of the Vongola, right?
If it were in the past, not too long ago, before I really fell in love with Gin and we were in love with each other, if I knew that I was of the Vongola bloodline, I would definitely contact Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately, and the next second I would board a plane to Italy and switch directly to the Vongola, saying goodbye to this fearful life in the Black Organization.
I've considered joining the Vongola family before, and Tsuna even offered me an olive branch. I was worried I wouldn't fit in if I stayed there too long, and that my worthlessness might have a negative impact on me if I were to take advantage of the rich. But now that I'm a Vongola family, what's the point of worrying about that? I have no doubt the Vongola family loves me!
And when I think about my background as a Vongola member... Tsuna and I are blood relatives. No wonder we get along so well. This is fate! Maybe Tsuna also vaguely realized this, which is why he took the initiative to invite me!
Hehe, if I tell them this news, they will definitely send someone to take me home immediately. By then, the Black Organization will never be able to hold me back again! The Brandys before probably didn't know their own origins, or their sense of belonging to the Black Organization was too strong, and they were completely brainwashed. Otherwise, they would definitely be moved by the warmth of the Vongola family. TT
I will always love Vongola! (Super loud!)
It’s a pity… Now that Gin is here, this path is basically impossible.
It's not that Vongola wouldn't accept Gin, they obviously wanted to recruit Gin, the problem was, Gin, well...
It seems that I can only wait until the Black Organization is completely wiped out, then I will switch to the Vongola and wait for Gin to be released from prison.
As for why I kept thinking that Gin would go to jail, it was of course because he couldn't possibly betray the organization, and I didn't want him to die (bah bah bah), so I could only assume that he would go to jail and work on a sewing machine.
Think positively, at least you are still alive and there is hope.
Come to think of it, Gin is in every one of my plans, but Gin——
Surprise, did I also inherit Brandy's love brain?
The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. I subconsciously lowered my head and buried my face deeper in his arms.
Because of this, I completely missed the complexity in Gin's eyes.
And secretly made up my mind.
107.
The Black Organization's boss's real lair is in the deep mountains of Tottori Prefecture.
The low-key black car drove along the winding and steep mountain road, turning several times, and finally drove into a seemingly abandoned tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, it followed an even narrower road and finally stopped in front of a villa that looked very similar to the Dusk Villa.
After passing several checkpoints through fingerprint and iris verification, I was led to an extremely spacious Japanese-style room with a very simple decoration, which was in line with the era of Karasuma Renya.
"I'm here, Yingzi." The one who spoke was the boss of the Black Organization. He looked to be only in his forties or fifties, with black hair and a very smooth face without wrinkles. However, he looked weird no matter how you looked at him, probably because every part of his body gave people the feeling of a different age group, except for his eyes, which had a cloudy look that only old people have.
Or perhaps it's the kind of turbidity that only a bad guy would have.
I smiled my usual smile: "Boss."
He gestured for me to sit down on the futon across from him, his eyes resting gently on me, as if he were admiring a carefully cultivated work of art. “Don’t be nervous. We’re just chatting.”
I already knew what his purpose was, so I nodded.
"Have some water." He pointed to the tea that had been poured on the small table.
Somehow, I suddenly thought of the drugging that I was thinking about yesterday.
Seeing that I hadn't taken any action, Boss saw through my hesitation and said in a tone that was even a bit indulgent, like an elder towards a naughty kid: "You thought I would hurt you? How could I bear it?"
He picked up the cup of tea next to him and took a sip. "I just wanted to say a few words to you."
His expression seemed incredibly honest, his eyes unflinching. Plus, he was drinking the tea himself… If I continued to doubt it, I'd probably be the one being suspected. I lifted the teacup, tilted my head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Well, the temperature is moderate and there is no strange smell.
Boss watched me finish my drink, and the smile on his face seemed to deepen.
"Very good..." he whispered. Before I could listen carefully, I heard him slowly say, "Rum should have told you about your abilities and mission."
I nodded again.
"This is a gift bestowed upon you by fate, and a treasure cherished by the organization." He spoke calmly, as if stating an established fact. "Generations of Brandy have made indelible contributions to the continuation and development of the organization. They are the cornerstone and the beacon."
Cornerstone? Lighthouse? Sounds great, but isn't it still a tool?
"You may have forgotten, but you've made contributions just like them. If you hadn't accidentally lost your memory a few years ago, I would have given you the code name Brandy long ago." He looked around with a smile and said to me, "This is the place you chose. It's very safe."
Wh-what?
Without answering my surprise and confusion, Boss continued with a smile, "I know you may feel that all this is forced and calculated. But kid, you have to believe that the organization is not just using you. For example, Gin."
My heart skipped a beat.
"We think he's the perfect match for you. Strong, loyal, able to protect you, and also... 'neutralize' some of your minor physical flaws. I can see that you two get along very well, very... compatible. Isn't that right?"
I suddenly feel that the Black Organization does not necessarily have to kill people, burn things, or break the law. Perhaps opening a marriage agency would be a good way out. Looking at him and then at Rum, they are a good match, and their professions are a good match.
"Don't worry, the organization will ensure your absolute safety. You are of vital importance to us, far more than just a vessel for our 'abilities.'" Unaware that I was already considering changing the organization's purview, the boss tried to sound more sincere. "We hope you are willing and happy. This is the key to a stable inheritance."
I didn't say anything, just listened to him start to imagine the "grand blueprint" for the future of the organization, and the "bright future" for Gin and me. I thought I would hear him reveal some of the reasons why I lost my memory and why this place was chosen by me, but gradually... an unusual heat began to spread from deep within my body, as if countless tiny flames were igniting and moving in my blood vessels.
My vision started to become blurry, my heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, and my breathing became rapid.
Something is wrong...very wrong!
That cup of tea!
I immediately looked at the boss, wanting to question him, but found it difficult to even concentrate.
My brain felt like it was wrapped in a layer of warm cotton, my rationality and ability to think were rapidly being stripped away, replaced by a strange, surging, purely physical desire. My body became extremely sensitive, and the friction of fabric against my skin brought on waves of unbearable shudders.
"You..." I struggled to stand up, but my whole body was weak and I could only sit back down powerlessly, my cheeks flushed and my eyes began to blur.
The boss still looked at me calmly, but there was no warmth in his eyes at this moment, only a cold scrutiny... as if observing experimental data.
I also completely lost consciousness.
I just felt my body being lifted up and placed on the soft big bed...
The fire in my body burned more and more fiercely, almost burning away my sanity.
I curled up in discomfort, tearing at my collar unconsciously, letting out a suppressed and sweet moan from my throat.
So hot... so empty... need... need something to fill it...
I don’t know how long it took…
A tall figure exuding a familiar cold aura walked in.
It's gin.
When he saw me lying on the bed, unconscious and twisting around like a fish out of water, his eyes suddenly darkened and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
"Yingzi." His voice seemed to be filled with anger and murderous intent that he was trying hard to suppress, and his eyes were filled with the same flames of desire as mine... which were forcibly ignited by drugs.
Hearing the familiar voice and smelling the familiar scent, the chaotic desire in my body seemed to have found its target in an instant.
My remaining sanity completely collapsed. Following my instinct, I struggled to get up from the bed, staggered towards him, and tightly wrapped around his strong body like a vine.
"It's... so uncomfortable..." I raised my head, my eyes hazy and distracted, and randomly kissed his neck and chin. My hands fumbled under his windbreaker and shirt, looking for the source of relief from the burning pain. "Help me... please..."
Gin's body stiffened for a moment, then tensed up. He closed his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, as if he was using all his strength to fight against the effects of the medicine and his instincts in his body.
A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a clear and resolute look flashed in his dark green eyes.
One of his hands was still tightly around my waist to prevent me from slipping, but the other hand was raised at lightning speed and struck the back of my neck accurately.
I felt a sharp pain and everything went black before my eyes. All sounds and feelings left me.
A second before he completely lost consciousness, I seemed to vaguely see him quickly press a micro device on the inside of his windbreaker.
108.
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was a sharp pain in the back of my neck...like a stiff neck.
I frowned, opened my eyes drowsily, and subconsciously rubbed my neck and complained, "Hiss... It hurts... Which bastard plotted against me..."
What came into view was Gin's face, so close to me. He seemed to have been standing by my side the whole time, looking down at me.
Hearing my complaint, he actually nodded seriously and agreed, "Well, that's really bad."
His reaction stunned me for a moment, and then, the chaotic and shameful memories before I lost consciousness flooded into my mind like a tide...
The boss's Japanese-style room, the tea, the uncontrollable heat, myself pestering Gin for sex, and... the blow he struck at the back of my neck!
I was so embarrassed and annoyed that I could only stare at him: "You! You actually hit me!"
Gin looked at me in frustration, and instead of feeling guilty, he curled the corners of his lips. There was a hint of teasing in his smile, but it also hid something deeper.
He leaned over, close to me, almost close to my ear, and said slowly in a low and affectionate tone:
"Then punish me... punish me to live my whole life just for you."
I was stunned, my eyes wide open, staring blankly at his handsome face so close to me. My brain completely shut down because of these words and the confusion from just waking up.
What? Punish whom? Live for me forever?
What does this mean? Why does it sound... so...
etc!
I came to my senses and finally noticed the difference in my surroundings.
There was indeed a large, soft, comfortable bed beneath me, but it wasn't the one at Tottori Air Base, nor was it the one at home! And then there was the feeling of weightlessness, and... I turned my head and through the oval window next to me, I could clearly see the sea of clouds outside.
"No...we...where are we?" I sat up straight with a jerk. Because I moved so quickly, the back of my neck started to throb again, but I didn't care. I looked at Gin in confusion, "On the plane?!"
Gin met my shocked gaze and nodded calmly: "Yeah."
I was completely stunned, my mouth slightly open, unable to close for a long time.
"So you... you took me out of the organization's base?" I struggled to process this fact, my voice changing. "You took me away?!"
Is this the right word to use for Gin and me?
"How could this be?" I looked at him in disbelief, as if I had just met him for the first time. "You betrayed the organization?"
Gin looked at the undisguised shock and confusion on my face and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Perhaps... you have always misunderstood me." His eyes were filled with deep thought and helplessness. "I will indeed obey the orders of that lord and the organization. In most cases, the organization's will is my guiding principle."
My heart sank. As expected...
"But," he suddenly changed the subject, his tone filled with arrogance, "this doesn't mean I'm a loyal dog without my own will, living only for the organization."
Eh??? I feel like my CPU is really going to burn out.
"If that lord and the organization behave in ways that are unworthy of my loyalty, then the so-called 'loyalty' needs to be redefined." He curled his lips coldly, "Yingzi, I'm human too."
Meaning is...
Gin...
For me...
Betrayed the organization?
Oh, of course I know. It's mainly because Gin is unhappy that the organization is completely controlling him, but -
"Then... where are we going now?" I still felt like I was dreaming, muttering, "How about you pinch me? Or should I pinch you? No, if you let me pinch you, then I must be dreaming."
At this moment, a young man's voice with a hearty smile came from the front of the cabin:
"Of course I'm going to Vongola! Is that even a question?"
I was startled and then I saw a familiar black-haired young man sitting not far away, looking at us with a smile.
Takeshi Yamamoto? !
"If I don't say anything, I don't know when you will notice me." He touched the back of his head, smiling a little helplessly, "After all, I am the benefactor who helped rescue you, right?"
"Huh?" I didn't react. "What do you mean?"
He winked at me and said in a light tone:
"What I mean is, I'm here to take everyone's place and bring my family who's stranded outside... and her lover home."
109.
The plane flew through the clouds. Below, the island where the Black Organization's headquarters was located had long disappeared, replaced by a blue ocean that sparkled like broken diamonds in the sunlight.
The story of the Black Organization seems to have come to an end.
But, my new life with Gin has just begun?
110.
"Wait, there's me too." Vodka, who had truly been forgotten for a long time, stood up silently, corrected Yamamoto Takeshi's words, and also accused me, "Eiko, didn't you see me either?"
I:"……"
111.
The main text is over.
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The author has something to say: Yes, I am forcing myself to finish it in 100 chapters!
When I wrote this story, I wanted to write about the eldest brother bringing Yingzi home to live with him and the child adoption. I finally wrote about it, and the main story ends here! After the Black Organization incident, it has nothing to do with Yingzi and the eldest brother. Maybe I will mention it in the extra chapter later.
The plan after that is to carry out the village brother's manuscript and the bartender's welfare extra at the same time, so by the way, I will promote the article I will write later. Please collect it as much as possible. Love you [kiss][kiss][kiss]
[I tore up the female supporting role's script and was read by the Son of God]: Click to see the village brother learn Chinese to understand the voice of the heart
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[Red Side Inheritance Guide]: Good brothers must be rivals in love!
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Current debt:
Closing: 1-1=0
Long review: 2-1=1
Comment: 1+1=2
Nutrient solution: 1
Currently owe four more chapters, that is, four extra chapters
Expected to write: Black Ying if (if in if?), Gin raising Yingzi who became smaller, and the timeline connecting with the bartender's world
This is the plan for now. I don't rule out the possibility of changing it temporarily when I feel I'm not writing well or adding more chapters. If you have any content you want to see, you can also comment. Thank you for your company. Yakult loves you, loves you, loves you (super loud!)
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