Gluttony (4)
It does get colder at night.
Song Shu was originally not used to covering himself with someone else's quilt, but after a tiring day's work, he lay awkwardly on the bed for a while and then fell asleep.
The quilt was tucked in tightly, for fear of feeling cold.
The next day, as expected, my clothes were wet again, and my mouth was very itchy. These are all symptoms of the oral stage.
But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he is going to be late for work again!!
Song Shu was hurriedly putting on her coat at the entrance. Pei Che ran out of the kitchen with a small lunch box in his hand. He stuffed it into Song Shu's arms. Seeing Song Shu's hurry, he couldn't help but speak faster: "This is the breakfast I prepared in advance. If you want to go to work, you have to eat breakfast."
Pei Che's face flushed as he said these words, and he was a little nervous. Song Shu didn't have time to refuse, so he said thank you and hurried out.
Along the way, 555 was singing a vicious song in his head, repeating: [I am always late for school and late for work.]
Song Shu had no time to deal with 555, and finally rushed into the locker room to change clothes at the last minute.
Song Shu tried hard to calm his breathing, greeted the foreman, and returned to the area he was responsible for.
The bartender handed him a tissue and said, "You're sweating a lot. Wipe it off."
Song Shu took it and wanted to take off the mask, but his fingers paused when he received the bartender's gaze.
The knuckles, which were usually pale due to malnutrition, were now glowing red and fell on the black bar, next to which were white gloves that had not yet been put on.
The bartender turned his gaze from his fingers to Song Shu's face. He smiled and said, "I don't mind. Just wipe it here. There are no customers now. I can help you watch it for a while."
Song Shu thanked him again, loosened his mask, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
The bartender politely turned back to wipe the cup, and waited for Song Shu to put on the mask again before turning around and pushing a simple glass of ice water over, "Drink a little, it will cool you down."
Song Shu took it and said thank you again.
I don't know how many times Song Shu said thank you. The bartender chuckled and blinked: "You're so polite."
But the smile didn't last long. After a while, the bartender smelled the scent of orange from Song Shu.
The smell is very light, but Omega and Alpha are very sensitive to the same pheromone. Moreover, the gland is a secondary sexual characteristic of AO, which is a very private existence. Randomly releasing pheromones in public places is sexual harassment.
Where do Song Shu get the pheromones?
The bartender's face changed. Could it be that someone got there first?
The bartender looked over and saw Song Shu serving the guests at the booth. With his hands behind his back, he leaned forward slightly to listen to the guests. His suit, which was not made of good material, looked expensive, like a gentleman and handsome butler in a movie.
He was wearing a mask so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but his figure was attractive enough.
As the bartender watched the customer place his order, he touched Song Shu's palm in an ambiguous manner and stuffed something into Song Shu's chest pocket.
The bartender was not new to the bar. He knew that some customers would take advantage of the waiters because they were pretty, and he was used to this phenomenon. But now he felt a little dissatisfied.
He watched Song Shu return to the bar and hand him the drinks ordered by the customer. He handed the drinks that were not his responsibility to another colleague. When he turned around, his eyes vaguely glanced at the contents of Song Shu's suit pocket.
It seemed to be a stack of star coins and contact information.
Wearing a mask, his face couldn't be seen clearly, and his expression was naturally unclear. Song Shu's posture was always casual, as if he was used to people giving him contact information. He just separated the star coins from the contact information and casually threw the star coins into a donation box set up by the boss.
Almost all the staff at the bar laughed at the existence of this donation box. After all, people come to the bar to drink, who would donate money to the donation box? And who knows who will get the money in the donation box.
The bartender had laughed before, but now he saw someone who would actually donate money. His eyes widened slightly.
Because he was so shocked, the bartender kept observing Song Shu throughout the whole day.
Song Shu was stuffed into his pocket three times today using the same method. Another time, the bold Alpha stuffed his stuff into the leg loop on Song Shu's trousers.
Alpha stared at Song Shu with undisguised ambiguity. From that moment on, the bartender began to hate this impulsive, sensitive and troublesome creature.
Alpha stuffed money into Song Shu's pocket, but Song Shu didn't react. However, when Alpha wanted to take another step, Song Shu grabbed his hand.
The bartender wanted to see Song Shu's expression more clearly, but he failed because Song Shu was wearing a mask.
The bartender felt a little inexplicably regretful.
…
After get off work, Song Shu waited at the locker room door as usual. The foreman passed by and greeted him.
Song Shu leaned against the wall and kept throwing mints into his mouth.
When it comes to the oral stage, Song Shu was really tortured.
Apart from working, he has been worrying about his oral desire these days. His lips and tongue are itchy and he must have something in his mouth. If not, he will feel anxious.
The refreshing mint smell cleared his brain for a moment. Song Shu took a deep breath and saw the bartender coming towards him again.
Song Shu subconsciously stood up straight. The bartender threw him a bottle of drink, still with cold water vapor, and said, "Thank you for your hard work today."
Song Shu took it, opened the pull ring with one hand, and clinked glasses with the bartender.
The lighting in the corridor was not very good. Song Shu had taken off his mask and put on a face mask, standing there indifferently. The bartender bought a drink in a rush.
The bartender lowered his head. "Are you getting used to it today? The working environment here is quite complicated."
Song Shu hummed, "Not bad."
The bartender thought of the scene where Song Shu was tipped today, and his chest couldn't help but feel hot and his heartbeat quickened. He wanted to ask Song Shu how he felt, so he said hesitantly: "In fact, the waiters here have been taken advantage of to some extent."
The bartender said this, observing Song Shu's expression again. In the past, when talking about these topics, other people's expressions or reactions were disgusted or embarrassed. After all, being taken advantage of is really not a good thing, and no one likes it.
Song Shu didn't even blink, and just said, "Work is inevitable."
The aura around him was still cold, as if others could do anything to him, and he even casually stuffed the tips he received into the donation box.
The bartender's heart was pounding.
Song Shu finished the last sip of the drink, raised the drink can to the bartender, and smiled: "Thank you."
The bartender's throat was dry. "You don't mind? That kind of behavior."
Tipping is the customer's wish, but isn't that behavior somewhat ambiguous and humiliating?
Very gray and erotic behavior.
Song Shu was a little slow. He rubbed the earring on his earlobe and said vaguely, "It's OK. I don't really care."
After saying that, he went into the locker room to change clothes.
He has to go to the market to buy some things today, so he has to go back quickly.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it the clean orange scent of Song Shu. The bartender was stunned for a moment, feeling the hormones in his body surging out of control. He hurriedly took a few steps, swallowed his saliva, and his face flushed: "You, you have an Omega friend?"
Song Shu was a little confused by this question, but still answered: "No."
…
Song Shu changed her clothes and left. The bartender remained there, feeling somewhat happy but also unable to help but slandering him in a sour tone.
What's this Omeg scent that smells like orange? It's like a fruit that has become a spirit. It smells terrible.
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Song Shu bought the vegetables Pei Che needed at the vegetable market, and then went to a 24-hour convenience store to buy a stack of straws.
【Why did you donate all your tips? 】
Song Shu was waiting for the bus, swiping at the broken phone in his hand: "I'm not going to add their contact information."
This kind of tip itself is a request, but it is strange to charge money if you don't give it.
Moreover, he calculated his expenses and found that he would have enough money if he didn't buy a quilt, because the cheapest quilts were very expensive. But Pei Che gave him a quilt, and the extra money was even enough to buy Pei Che a gift in return for his care.
Song Shu calculated that he and Pei Che would be living together for several months, and after paying for the rent and daily expenses, he would have some extra money to give back to Pei Che.
After realizing this, Song Shu no longer cared too much about money. There was no need for him to save money anyway.
555: [………]
I was still worrying about money yesterday. To put it bluntly, I was too rich in my last life and never went poor, so I didn’t have much of a concept of money.
In fact, Song Shu was also frightened by the question asked by the bartender on the first day, but he became indifferent afterwards - forget it, the perverts he met before were real perverts, now it's just a touch of the hand, and at least he gave a tip.
Although it sounds a bit strange, this is the indirect proof that a person's bottom line can be lowered step by step.
Song Shu returned home and cooked dinner with Pei Che. After dinner, she took a shower and lay on the bed. Then she took out the straw she bought today and started chewing it.
Oral desire is very anxiety-provoking. Song Shu hasn't been sleeping well recently because of the oral period.
Because it felt great to chew straws while eating that day, Song Shu specially bought a stack of straws.
He grabbed one end of the straw with his fingers and began to bite it, crushing it with his teeth, while his lips and tongue wrapped around the round and narrow tip of the straw.
He felt satisfied at first, but later it became unsatisfactory, and Song Shu began to bite two straws anxiously.
After three days of this, the straw was quickly destroyed by Song Shu, and Song Shu soon became dissatisfied with the straw. With his oral desire not being satisfied, he became increasingly anxious and irritable.
On the way home from get off work, Song Shu was gloomy and sad, "When will this day end?"
He still had gum in his mouth, but he felt a little unsatisfied as he chewed it.
555: [Why don’t you buy a pacifier? It won’t be as damaging as a straw.]
Although straws are very cheap, they cannot support Song Shu's frequent and violent use. He has been going to the convenience store to buy straws these days. The clerk thought Song Shu was going to open a milk tea shop and kindly reminded Song Shu that he could buy them online, which is cheaper.
555 burst into laughter. Song Shu: "..."
Song Shu, who didn't really want to open a milk tea shop, was extremely troubled at the moment. He rarely showed contempt for 555's ridiculous suggestion, but instead thought about it seriously.
It seems like it’s really possible?
The pacifier is bite-resistant and wear-resistant, and it fits his lips perfectly, so it must be very comfortable to use.
…
But... pacifiers are embarrassing, right?
Song Shu's ears turned red. He covered his face and said in a low voice: "555, I'm already 19 years old."
Even if his age was not 19 as shown on the ID card, he had graduated from college before his sudden death, so he was definitely not a child.
Isn't it strange for someone who is not a child or does not have a child to buy a pacifier? It seems like a pervert with some weird fetish.
555 also said: [The pacifier is wear-resistant, bite-resistant, and the material is flexible. In short, it is better than the straw. ]
[You bite secretly in hiding, and you don't bite in public in other places, so what are you afraid of. ]
Isn’t the oral stage derived from the unsatisfied oral desire during infancy? So the pacifier should be the most effective one.
Song Shu's face turned red. He buried his face completely in his palms and took a deep breath. "I'll think about it."
…
After hesitating for a long time, Song Shu finally suppressed her shame and went to the nearest maternity and baby store.
In the era of interstellar ABO, where a little pheromone can cause a big fight, the prices of maternal and child products have been severely driven down.
Song Shu can buy a pacifier that is made of good material and is bite-resistant at the cheapest price.
It’s just that Song Shu was wearing a mask, and because he felt guilty and sneaky, the clerks looked at him strangely.
When Song Shu only bought a pacifier and was checking out, the clerk looked even stranger, as if he was looking at some pervert.
Song Shu could only add dryly: "The child's pacifier is broken."
The clerk's eyes softened instantly, "How old is the child?"
Song Shu: More than two hundred months.
Song Shu still lied: "Well, almost one year old."
The clerk was an Omega with a gentle expression: "Children at this age are indeed more naughty."
"Yes, yes." Song Shu responded dryly again.
After checking out and walking out of the maternity and baby store, Song Shu felt like she had been pardoned. She headed towards the nearest train station, not wanting to stay for a moment.
…
At this time, a low-key military vehicle was parked nearby, and the atmosphere inside the car was tense.
The subordinates were sweating profusely from the cold and wished they could find a hole to crawl into and pretend to be dead for three days and three nights.
He randomly looked out the window and saw a figure walking out of a maternity and baby store. He said as if to lighten the mood, "Haha, people in this city really love their wives. They even do things like buying pacifiers themselves. He's walking so fast. He must be in a hurry to go home. He really loves his wife, haha."
The man in the car didn't respond.
Subordinate: Thank you, people are already embarrassed to carry a starship out into space.
The man in the car continued to emit cold air unconsciously. After three minutes, he finally spoke: "Tell me again, what did the person over there say?"
The subordinate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and repeated what he had just said: "Reporting to the General, the military department in Ganshui City said that they are not capable enough to catch the escaped traitor."
The tone of his voice was so bad that his subordinates wanted to beat him up after hearing it, let alone this King of Hell.
Song Yinxing sneered, "Useless trash."
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