Chapter 64 Chapter 64 (9k nutrient solution plus more) "Hunting...
1.
In the past, I could keep Gin as one horse... two horses, three horses, four horses, many horses, or even open a horse farm, but not now.
Things are different now. Didn't you say I should take responsibility? How can I take responsibility if he won't even admit he's been obsessed with me?
It is true that I am a dog-licker, but we dogs-lickers are the ones who hold the initiative, because we can lick whoever we want, and if we don’t want to lick anymore, we can lick again after a few days. The advantage is mine.
If Gin wants me to lick only him from now on, he has to make the same, no, more promises to me.
Not only do I want fairness, I also want to never suffer any loss, I want much more!
I stretched out my right hand, passed my fingertips through his drooping silver hair, grabbed the back of Gin's neck with irresistible force, and pulled him towards me.
The distance between them instantly returned to zero, their noses almost touching, their warm breaths completely intertwined.
The moment we looked into each other's eyes, I felt like my soul was being sucked into Gin's eyes.
Who understands the lethality of a cool, handsome guy at close range? If the situation weren't wrong, I'd really like to sing "Why is the most charming the most dangerous?"
No, not when singing. I opened my eyes wide, trying to make them full of provocation and determination, looking into his long, dark green eyes that suddenly became deep and profound. "If you refuse to admit it, I will acquiesce!"
I counted down to three seconds in my heart, and then I tilted my head back and kissed him on the mouth recklessly and domineeringly, not giving him a chance to reject me.
You have a warm mouth, so why do you always spit out such cold words? I don't like it, so you are not allowed to reject me.
By the way, it left a very shallow tooth mark.
Well, it was more like a seal of finality than a kiss.
"That's it, boyfriend. I'm hungry."
Since he is too lazy to refuse me, I will just continue to accept it.
Sorry Vodka, I really won this time, you can never take my place!
2.
However, after the impulse in the cerebral cortex dissipated, the body aches that had been forcibly suppressed by adrenaline doubled and retaliated fiercely.
Oh my god, it hurts!
Oh my god, why does it hurt so much!
Oh my god, I’m going to die!
Oh my god, this is really falling apart!
Is Gin still human?
Is it too late to break up with him now? Is it too late to move out now?
…It was obviously too late. I couldn't even move a finger, and my whole body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled.
I don't even know how I got back into bed.
I groaned, my brows furrowed, and my voice became weak, uttering weakly: "Ugh... It hurts... It's so uncomfortable... It's uncomfortable."
He deliberately dragged out the ending syllable, sighed suggestively, and glanced at the tall figure who was still half-kneeling on the bed, watching me perform.
These broad shoulders, this narrow waist, these muscle lines, so sexy!
"Ah... In this weak and helpless moment, if only there was a caring, handsome, new boyfriend willing to feed my poor, cute, beautiful, and smart new girlfriend, that is, me..."
Probably not, he is Gin after all.
Gin, a total mysophobia. He'd scold me even if I accidentally dropped some chips while eating in the living room. How much more so if I wanted to eat in bed? And even more so if I wanted him to feed me?
That's absolutely impossible!
3.
I was hastily put on a nightgown and leaned against Gin's strong and warm arms. I turned my head away silently, avoiding the spoon that was passed to my mouth, and said with a pout, "No, I can't eat anymore."
"You really can't eat anymore?" I heard his deep voice above me, a subtle smile lingering in it. He stubbornly reached for the spoon and gently touched my tightly closed lips, with unquestionable patience, "One last bit, ok?"
It was clearly normal, even gentle words of persuasion, but...
The memories of those awful conversations last night, where they pleaded for mercy in a tearful voice when they were pushed to the extreme, and similar things, keep attacking me!
What about "Can you eat more?", "Huh? You can't eat anymore?", "Yingzi, you can do it", "Try again, dear"...
God, Gin actually called me "dear" again. It turns out that men can do and say anything for that thing!
The corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably, and my face flushed instantly. To stop him from saying anything else that might trigger a bad association, I dropped my head in despair and quickly licked the porridge from the spoon. Then, raising my head, unconsciously licking the porridge from my lips, I glared at him with accusatory eyes, "You absolutely did this on purpose!"
Gin's eyes darkened, and he kept hugging me while holding the bowl and spoon, and lowered his head.
Instead of getting a tissue, he leaned over and used his lips to gently kiss away the moist traces of porridge left at the corners of my lips.
It was like tasting the world's most precious honey. His movements were incredibly slow and tender, his tongue tracing the lines of my lips as if they were fragile treasures, with a heart-pounding possessiveness and a knee-weakening tenderness completely different from last night.
The tenderness from Gin almost made me addicted. My body relaxed unconsciously and I whimpered slightly like a cat being stroked.
However, this warmth did not last long.
Perhaps it was the sweetness lingering between the lips and teeth that triggered something.
Perhaps it was my unconscious action of licking my lips in response to him that became the final trigger.
Or perhaps, it was simply because his suppressed desire finally burst forth.
The extremely gentle licking and kissing gradually changed its tone.
The force began to increase and the rhythm became rapid. It was no longer a patient cleaning, but turned into an irresistible in-depth exploration.
He held my lower lip in his mouth, no longer licking it lightly, but rubbing and biting it with a sense of punishment, then pried open my teeth and kissed me deeper.
The breath became hot and entangled, and the mask of gentleness was completely torn apart, revealing the strong and almost predatory nature hidden deep underneath.
The kiss became deep and urgent, filled with the familiar, trembling possessiveness from last night, as if it wanted to snatch the air from my lungs along with my soul. His arms around my waist suddenly tightened, pressing me deeper into him, leaving no space between us.
Everything happened so quickly, from extreme tenderness to forceful plundering, in just a few breaths. I was dizzy from his sudden change, and could only scratch his taut back in vain, even my whimpers and protests were swallowed up.
Finally, my body couldn't bear the burden anymore. The pain was compounded by the dizziness from lack of oxygen. My nails subconsciously dug into the skin of the silver-haired man's shoulders and neck, trying to push him away and make him let me go.
But the pain and weak resistance only aroused his desire even more, until I couldn't bear it anymore and bit his tongue, and he let me go.
His forehead was pressed against mine, his hot breath sprayed on my face, and in his dark green eyes was an unresolved storm and an inextricable desire.
"It hurts so much, don't touch me." My eyes flushed and I glared at him angrily with tears in my eyes.
"Little waste." The top killer who had been my human flesh cushion for a while and suddenly turned into a predator said so in a terribly hoarse voice.
He actually called me a loser! This isn't my first day as a crispy newbie. If he hadn't gone so far last night, would I be in this state now?
I didn't think that Gin was flirting with me, I turned my head away angrily and refused to look at him.
Is it really too late to break up with Gin now?
"Don't let your imagination run wild." A warning voice immediately rang in my ears, and he pinched the soft flesh on my waist as a punishment.
How did he know what I was thinking? I was thinking, why did I make a sound?
Gin's hand moved to my lower back, and his warm palm pressed against the sore spot on my waist, kneading it suggestively. The right amount of force seemed to both relieve the pain and carry a certain unspoken threat:
"I don't care what you think of me," his lips touched my ear again, his breath hot, "but."
I couldn't control the moan that escaped from my throat.
He lowered his head and bit the back of my neck, neither lightly nor heavily, like a beast marking its possession. He then pecked and kissed me densely along my spine, then upwards, until he kissed my sensitive earlobe again. His voice was filled with unquestionable certainty and deep possessiveness:
"I won't let you go."
4.
It's so funny, Gin said he wouldn't let me go.
I would like to leave, provided I can get out of bed.
Despicable Kurosawa Jin!!!
5.
I am the kind of person who always pushes for more. Once someone opens a window for me, I will definitely not only chisel open a door, but also directly break through the wall.
So, Gin made an exception for me and allowed me to eat in bed. After he fed me, I took advantage of the situation and spent the whole day in bed, with Gin feeding me.
——Haha, I would like to get out of bed to eat, but the situation does not allow it.
Regarding Gin's immense natural talent and Hojinya's incredible stamina, I can only say... I feel like he's showing me mercy by keeping me alive. As for the aches and pains everywhere, especially up and down... certain overused areas... forget about getting out of bed, even the slightest movement could cause a tear...
Gin is not the only one who keeps saying "responsible". I can speak Japanese too, and I can say that I hold grudges and my mouth is terrible!
I pinched the doll behind me that was used as a pillow, refusing to admit that I was trying to give myself courage. I raised my head and blamed the silver-haired young man sitting on the edge of the bed. No, I blamed him with a clear conscience.
"This is all your fault, so you should be responsible for me."
Upon hearing this, Gin simply lowered his eyes and placed the empty porcelain bowl and spoon on the bedside table.
How should I put it? His movements seemed calm, even casual, but the crisp "knock" sound made when the bottom of the porcelain bowl touched the bedside table still scared my heart and made my neck shrink. Even the back of my neck, which was still aching from his bite, hurt a little more.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t officially transformed myself from being my suspected bed partner and number one little sister yet, I always feel that the ruthless Gin is going to teach me a lesson for my shamelessness.
Facts have proved that I was judging Gin by my own standards.
Gin opened the drawer of the bedside table——
My heart instantly rose to my throat. I was afraid that he would take out a gun, and even more afraid that he would take out handcuffs. Then nothing could stop me.
If you take out the gun, I will die. If you take out the other two, I will die too. I’m not sure if I can get out of bed tomorrow. Please don’t let me die in bed!!!
My eyes widened in horror as I watched Gin take out a... small box from the drawer?
The kind that looks like a jewelry box.
He opened the box and pulled my left hand from behind my back, pulling it away from the doll without a word. As I stared, almost unable to focus, he carefully placed a bracelet gleaming with tiny sparkles on my wrist.
Unlike the emerald necklace he gave me, this is a diamond bracelet with a simple design yet extremely dazzling.
Oh, speaking of the necklace, some of the same bad memories flashed back to my mind. Yes, last night was an extremely long night. I was wearing only a necklace... How did he treat the necklace and me...
My face flushed red again, and my wrist and the newly-baked bracelet on it were trembling. "What, what is this?"
"A gift from hunting." Gin slowly held my hand, interlocked his fingers with mine one by one, then lifted my wrist to his lips and kissed it.
The kiss landed on the pulse point of my wrist where the diamond bracelet was.
——"Man, remember to bring back something from hunting next time!"
What? Didn't he just tell me to get lost back then? And he actually remembered it, took it to heart, and...acted on it.
Come to think of it, it seemed true. After that, every time he left Tokyo for a mission, I would always see some little things when I returned home, including snacks and ornaments. It was just that it was Vodka who brought them to me, instead of me finding them from Gin's clothes like the first time.
I couldn't help but murmur softly, with a sweetness in my voice that I didn't even notice: "Brother...it's not good for you to be so arrogant all the time."
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The author has something to say: No bug hunting allowed
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Current debt:
Nutrient solution: 1-1
Throwing mines: 1
Suspected invalid additional [glasses]
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Last night, no, I updated the bartender's ABO welfare extra chapter passionately this morning, but I stayed up late to write and forgot to set the welfare extra chapter. I contacted customer service at night but couldn't change it. TT Sliding knees, I will compensate TT
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