Chapter 56: Blushing Fingertips (Read as soon as possible) Indulge in it (1,2...
Brown curtains blocked out the lights of Tokyo's myriad homes. In the quiet room, the dim light shone on the bed, causing the young man lying on his back to squint his eyes uncomfortably.
His head was held by a big hand and he couldn't move back. In order to avoid the glaring light, the young man tilted his head slightly. A tear rolled down the corner of his red eye, wetting his long eyelashes and causing him to blink repeatedly.
The drop of water flowed down the cheek to behind the ear. The white-haired Fusangshen held the young man's hand and instructed him to wipe it with his index finger. Then he wiped the wet nails on the corner of his lips and gently rubbed the gap between his lips...
"My Lord," Tsurumaru said in a low, hoarse voice, but in a serious tone, "I've tried so hard, have you received my spiritual power?"
“…Ah, um…”
The passive human beings have fallen into a confused state, not knowing what day it is, or whether they understand or not, and they just answer randomly.
Tsurumaru was helpless. At the beginning, the Shinsengumi could still consciously control his spiritual power, but after his mentality gradually improved, he couldn't care about these things anymore!
"We can't go on like this! My spiritual power doesn't seem to be decreasing. If you don't work hard, it will take even longer to turn back into a sword! You want to go to bed early, right?"
"If you don't take this seriously, you won't be able to sleep tonight..." He whispered jokingly with a warning in his seductive voice, and Tsurumaru raised his clasped fingers and waved them in front of his eyes symbolically.
Bai Suchuan's wrist was shaken passively, and his eyes focused with difficulty. The first thing he saw was not his fingers that were being played with, but the cheek of Tsukumogami that was so close to him.
No matter how fair the human skin is, it cannot compare to the pure whiteness of the Tsukumogami, who is incarnated as a crane. His eyebrows and eyes, which are always the most attractive, are now as gentle as water, and his dark golden eyes under the light seem to take people in.
"Are you listening, my lord?" Tsurumaru lowered his head and bit his Adam's apple to punish the person who was daydreaming.
"We have serious work to do today! If you like this, how about I teach you more later?" Like comforting a child, Tsurumaru gently rubbed the back of his head with his hand.
"Uh-huh."
The human, whose brain had turned into a mess, was very obedient and did whatever Tsurumaru told him to do. The culprit reasonably suspected that the Shinsengumi was no longer willing to listen.
How cute! He didn't do anything, but he was already in such a mess, like a drunken little animal, lying flat and letting others mess with him. How could he be so cute!
Reminded not to interrupt the spiritual connection, the young man tried hard to find the previous feeling from the chaos, only to see Fusangshen nodded with satisfaction.
"Great, my lord! Let's keep working on it!" Fusangshen happily hugged his beloved human, unable to suppress his emotions, he buried his head in the young man's chest and rubbed it, nudging it like a clinging dagger.
Bai Suchuan's bare feet rubbed against the bed sheets. He always wanted to curl up his legs - this is the natural instinct of mammals to hug themselves to protect their soft bellies when they are in danger - but because the sheets are slippery and his ankles are weak, he kept slipping down.
The Tsukumogami, who disliked them for being in the way, had to stretch out one leg to hold them down.
Gojo Satoru said that he had tried it (telling a joke), and pure happiness could not make the Shinsengumi generate spiritual power, but sadistic tickling that forced people to laugh was successful. Perhaps pleasure with pain would stimulate his cerebral cortex and activate his spiritual power.
Shame, pleasure, physical contact… this is what they came up with.
Of course, Gojo Satoru's words were automatically processed in Tsurumaru's brain and only represent his personal understanding.
"Tsurumaru, Tsurumaru, be gentle..."
The young man leaning against the soft headboard of the bed kicked his legs, as if he wanted to struggle, but the other person pressed his silver-white head against his chest, and he could not escape.
Although Shirasu's pajamas were a little messy, they were still worn properly. Tsurumaru's breath hit the thin fabric, and the heat passed through the silk fabric to his skin.
Too much...
The young man's legs thrashed helplessly back and forth, kicking as Tsurumaru held him down.
She raised her head in unbearable pain, her waist-length black hair falling back. A few strands of hair escaped the main body and entangled with the golden ornaments on Tsurumaru's shoulders, causing some pain.
Baisugawa held down Tsurumaru's restless head with one hand, trying to stop him from making trouble and asked him to untie his hair first.
The white-haired Tsukumogami tilted his head, took a deep breath, and put the inky hair into his mouth.
"Ah! Hair! Don't bite it..."
Shirasuka's hand, which was pressing on his head, trembled as he tried to untie the knot on the jewelry, but accidentally touched Tsurumaru's face.
The fingers that were usually cold even in summer were now warmed up and turned red. The left hand, which was not the dominant hand, was even more out of control and accidentally brushed across the handsome eyebrows of the Tsukumogami and brushed across the corner of his greedy mouth in an instant.
…
Tsurumaru untied her hair in a few seconds and suddenly moved away from him.
Bai Suchuan was awakened for a few seconds by the little tiger's coquettish rubbing on his chest. Before he could tell Tsurumaru to be careful, darkness covered his eyes. Two seconds later, he felt a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
Shirasu Gawa, who was completely covered: ...?
It was not the strange and fierce attack just now, but a gentle and restrained one. Although there was no more skin-to-skin contact, Bai Qichuan seemed to be melted by the small kisses, and he softened under the soft quilt and didn't want to move.
Woo...it doesn’t seem so scary anymore. It feels so comfortable.
Tsurumaru used the quilt to cover his lord's entire body, burying his face, which was flushed red with shame, underneath it.
If not, he couldn't guarantee that he would do something extraordinary in the future!
Tsurumaru, his clothes still intact, knelt down beside the bed and took a deep breath. Very good, there were only two people in the room, and no one could see his bad expression at this moment... Only at this moment, he dared to reveal his inner desire.
After all, it’s all the fault of the Shinsengumi!
As long as the request is made with righteous words, such a gullible and gullible Shinsengumi will agree to any unreasonable request, right?
With a little force, he suppressed the human's arm that wanted to lift the quilt but was too weak due to exhaustion. Tsurumaru's face was gloomy and he was panting violently. He was obviously the person outside the quilt, but it seemed that he was the prisoner trapped. He didn't dare to expose this worldly appearance tainted by desire in front of the person he loved...
Can he cross that line?
Very close...
Just like just now, as long as it is said that it is to create a physical reaction, to produce pleasure through shame, and thus to restore spiritual power and conduct spiritual power... the Shinsengumi, who have always been respectful, ashamed of physical contact, and even shy of hugging and holding hands in front of outsiders, will become high-temperature molten jade steel, allowing others to shape them.
Use reasonable and well-founded arguments to coax him, and he will obey even the most extreme actions...
As long as he is tricked into agreeing in person, and when he wakes up, even if he has no impression of being asked, as long as the crane insists that he has agreed, the shy human will definitely not dare to face it for a short time and take the responsibility on himself, thinking that the crane is just eager to help, even if the method is not right, it is his fault for not refusing...
Tsurumaru pressed on the bulge in the quilt and kissed the only part of the head that was exposed lovingly.
But no!
No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't cross that line!
Ah... I want him so much! I think about him all the time! I want to give him everything I have, want to go further, and want more love!
Not to mention returning the spiritual power that originally came from the Shinsengumi, he longed to become one with his lord, not just to be held in his hand and used as a sword like before!
Ever since he realized his feelings, he could no longer take his eyes off this human. Hugging and kissing, these interactions that humans have when they fall in love, he is actually not keen on them. How can a body of steel have such strong desires? In the final analysis, it is just the instinct of the sword god, the blessing of love, and he does not want to be separated for a moment!
In the sticky atmosphere of the room, with his lover shivering and trembling with love under him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was inappropriately sober and rational.
The love and hate of Fusangshen are rich and extreme. In their long lives, hundreds or thousands of years, no matter how much they are used by people, the time they have masters only accounts for a small part, and the memories that impress them are as trivial as snowflakes and confetti.
Among them, only those former masters with extraordinary talents and past events, whether sad or happy, can be specially marked in the Tsukumogami's vast memories and be willingly recalled over and over again.
What is both ridiculous and sad is that this kind of "spiritual creature" has been tied to others physically and mentally since its birth. From its ignorant newborn to the time it acquires human nature, everything depends on fate and it has no independent will.
Tsurumaru has been through a lot and has experienced many twists and turns. He has seen the pure and dirty world. Among his former masters, there are those with noble character and those with low character and cunning character. He is not like those colleagues who indulge in the past. These only leave shallow scratches in his heart, and he rarely recalls them.
Only this person, wherever he looks, will make him feel happy. Even the vague touch can make him anxious. When he approaches cautiously and quietly, he will be satisfied after being tacitly accepted. When he hugs and kisses wantonly, he will be as greedy as a hyena, and his heart will be even emptier...
Be restrained and considerate...
The shock should be moderate, and the surprise should be in line with your intention...
——When the free and uncolored crane is willing to consider these things, consider his mood, and subtly change his behavior patterns, it will stop flying, fold its wings and rest in the place where the soul returns.
Every gentle kiss from Tsurumaru seemed to be warning himself:
【Take your time... They still have time...
Restrain yourself...
Don't scare him. 】
Loosening his grip, he waited for the Shinsengumi to emerge from under the quilt like a timid rabbit.
Bai Qichuan moved his fingers uncomfortably, and his free hand was powerless to resist as his whole body was numb. He pinched the edge of the quilt with three fingers, squeezing and tightening it, rolling and scratching it according to the owner's mood.
Not being attacked by Tsurumaru again, he calmed down a little in the darkness. Although his hands and feet were still weak, at least he could use his brain to think.
Shirasu was somewhat at a loss after waking up. He had just been swept into an unfamiliar pleasure, floating up and down with Tsurumaru's giving. Now that he had regained control of his breathing, the feeling of lack of oxygen in his brain was relieved a lot, and he finally recalled the storm just now.
After feeling it, I found that my spiritual power had indeed increased a lot. Perhaps it was not only from the transmission from Tsurumaru, but also from the influence of the drastic fluctuations in my emotions.
Before returning to the light, he needs to think carefully about how to face the people around him.
Seeing that Fusangshen acted without authorization, Baisuchuan couldn't decide whether to get angry and give him a warning.
Something triggered his memories, and he suddenly held his breath again, wishing he could crawl into the ground.
He, he actually bit him there!
Thinking of the collarbone being sucked, Bai Qichuan's face turned red again. The hand that was not caught pressed his face in pain. Even the mask covering his eyes could not block the heat between his breath.
Then Tsurumaru heard a shameful whimper from the Shinsengumi he had hidden himself through the thick quilt.
Fusangshen laughed even more happily.
——In fact, since he could even think about whether he should get angry, Shirasu Kawai was not as angry as he thought.
Before he knew Tsurumaru's feelings, he didn't mind his approach in Honmaru. In the present world where they had more time to spend together, Tsurumaru often hugged and cuddled with him, but he didn't care about it, thinking it was just a normal interaction between friends in Japanese culture.
Now that I think about it, has he opened up to Tsurumaru from the inside out, both physically and mentally?
“Didn’t realize it”, did you really not realize it?
If other close friends did this, would he still not care?
If the confession that day was made by Mikazuki, Utagawara, or Utsusemi...
If it were them, would he have fled in disgrace?
He will handle it properly after being surprised, and then sincerely apologize...
Come to think of it, he still owes Tsurumaru an apology...
"A gentleman is open and honest" means not only to others and things, but also to his own heart.
Yes, Shirasu Kawan admitted that he might have had such unconventional thoughts. Tsurumaru was very good, understood him, and loved him. There were no misunderstandings, no disagreements, and even no quarrels between them. The occasional shocks and even the brief annoyances would be resolved by him with a few words, turning them into something they couldn't help laughing or crying.
Everything was fine, except that he couldn't get over that hurdle.
That's right, Shirasuga confessed to himself that he liked Tsurumaru, but he couldn't convince himself to accept him.
How could the five constants of human relations be so easily overcome? Not to mention the teachings of his mentor, the previous experience of his friends in the underworld who were deeply mired in the quagmire of illicit love was enough to make him timid and hesitant to move forward.
Love is like holding a torch against the wind; you are bound to burn your hands.
Always coveting momentary enjoyment, can they really go on for a long time? Having been mediocre and polite all his life, does he really have the courage to face the eyes of others?
"Tsuruma, I want to talk to you."
Bai Qichuan sat up with his hair disheveled, and his palms felt slightly cool.
"Tsurumaru?"
There is no one around.
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"How long will it take Jay?"
Bai Suchuan handed over the precious sword with both hands. The black-haired man with a bun-like hairstyle smiled so brightly that his eyebrows were invisible, and took it lightly.
"soon."
Bai Qichuan was worried. After all, he was working on the sword itself. Even if the person who did it was a good person whom he trusted, he was still afraid of something unexpected happening.
However, he didn't even understand the theory of his own spiritual power, and knew nothing about the cursed power used by Geto Suguru. Even when the other party patiently explained the principles to him, he only understood half of it.
So now he could only follow the man closely, watching him draw a huge and complex pattern with red paint stroke by stroke, and then shrink it again and again, and imprint it on the end of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sword handle.
There were no mysterious light and sound effects as imagined, and no words floating in the air to indicate the direction. The descriptions of demons and ghosts casting spells in strange stories were completely inconsistent.
Bai Suchuan frowned slightly, and Xia Youjie said that he was just using this knife as a medium to find people and things, and he could find the traces even in the sky or on the ground.
He just looked at the Tsurumaru that was still in the other's hand, still as sharp as lightning, shining brightly. Although it looked unchanged, he always felt that its spiritual energy had dimmed a lot.
Maybe it was consumed.
It doesn't matter. It is said that this pattern will fade away after three days. He can use his spiritual power to nourish it from time to time in the next few days, and it will eventually recover.
“Haha. Hahaha!”
Geto Xiayou laughed and turned around.
Bai Qichuan was puzzled: "Is it over?" The young man was a little alerted by the sudden laughter and reached out to take back the sword.
Although being looked at with suspicion, the man did not get angry and returned it to him readily.
"It's over. I understand."
Holding Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sword handle again, even though he had no knowledge of swordsmanship, Shirasu seemed to have regained his confidence. Coupled with Geto Suguru's confident words, the last trace of doubt disappeared.
"Thank you very much! Where are they?"
The man, whose eyes narrowed with laughter, did not keep the secret: "You said before that the whereabouts of the five swords are known, so this time I will focus on finding the lone one."
"It's in a safe district in Tokyo. Maybe someone is carrying it. It seems to be moving."
Bai Suchuan was dumbfounded: "Then how should I find it?"
He and Tsurumaru had agreed that after learning the whereabouts of Hase's troops, they would immediately bring him back to wake him up and ask about the day's mission. Then they would retrieve Ran and Minghu from Kito Shiya, and finally, they could wait in peace at the high school for Gojo Satoru to acquire Mikazuki and the others.
But who would have thought that Hasebe's position was still moving? !
Xia Youjie told him not to worry: "This formation will last for three days. During these three days, as long as you carry it with you, I can always use this knife to sense your location and the location of the sword you want to find. You can go to the area first and we can contact each other by phone."
So he couldn't summon Tsurumaru right away? Shirasu hesitated for a moment, then made a quick decision.
The last time he and Tsurumaru parted ways, he unfortunately encountered a special-grade cursed spirit, which was only a small probability event. He can do this alone!
And now he is accompanied by Tsurumaru, so when he encounters danger, he can draw his sword and summon the Tsukumogami at any time. It can be said that the danger is reduced to a minimum!
So, according to Geto's instructions, he stood in the busy Beika-cho, looking blankly at the people passing by. Shirasu was dazed.
Didn't they say they were very close? Where on earth is Hasebe?!
He had been standing there for a long time, and even if the person holding Hasebe had passed by, he might have missed it.
Just as he was about to call Xia Youjie again, a clear and pleasant voice called him.
"Excuse me, is that a replica of a katana in your hand?"
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