Jealousy (2)
555 watched Song Shu stand up and walk around again, and finally, as if in a rage of impotence, he obsessively folded all the papers on the table, saying as he folded them, "Even if you say I'm impotent, I won't be very angry."
Song Shu felt depressed at first, but he thought about it and decided that it would be better if he could not bear it in this gay family. If he did not bear it, he might have to...
Shui Lan's breath seemed to still linger around him, and Song Shu felt his hair stand on end.
No, no, it’s better to let it wilt.
Besides, he will only be impotent for a while in this world, not forever. This is just like his impotence caused by playing too many electronic games. There is no difference between the two.
Because of his long stay-at-home life, Song Shu vented his emotions and certain desires through games and painting, and rarely tried to relieve himself. He once held the thing without any skill in the misty bathroom, but because he had no experience, he naturally didn't feel any happiness.
Since you are unhappy, it means that impotence is not unacceptable.
Song Shu had convinced himself, and the fingers holding the paper gradually loosened without much resistance.
555 saw that Song Shu had figured it out and didn't say anything. For the system, the host is a human being, and humans understand humans better than machines do. Unless there is an overly ooc stupid behavior, the system will not interfere too much with the host's behavior.
Not knowing what 555 was thinking, Song Shu decided to complete the mission and had to understand the current situation.
The full name of the game he was in was "Will the Genius High School Student Meet True Love After Reincarnation in Another World?" This game was not very popular in the real world, and the game was expensive to purchase and was not discounted, so it was always in the cold Arctic Circle.
Song Shu happened to buy it one day when he was bored. He opened it out of boredom and was attracted by the tough character of the heroine Alice in the game, who was like a weed. From then on, he fell in love with Alice uncontrollably.
Alice……
Thinking of the beautiful girl in the game, Song Shu's cheeks turned slightly red.
I remembered again the villain identity he had transformed into.
Song Shu: “…”
Why dress up as a villain with a miserable end when there are so many other options? Song Shu rubbed his brows.
But in a sense, the villain only needs to keep a cold face to get through most of the plot, which is also a good thing for Song Shu.
Song Shu, a otaku, hasn't communicated with real humans for a long time. To be precise, Song Shu might be an emotionally indifferent person, because he hasn't communicated with others for a long time, so his perception of other people's emotions is terribly slow.
Song Shu reorganized his thoughts according to the plot and felt overwhelmed.
In the game, the villain adopted many children, saying that he took them in as students, but he did not teach them any knowledge about magic. The villain knew the magic talent of these children, and he was afraid that these children would unite against him after knowing the truth, and he was also afraid that his magic attainments would be surpassed by others, so he never taught any magic knowledge to these adopted children, but just raised them with good food and drink, like raising a group of young lambs, enjoying the little lambs' admiring eyes on him, and when the time was right, he would train the little lambs in a perverted way.
After nourishing his stomach and becoming mentally abnormal, the villain enjoyed the process of the green fruit becoming full and ripe in his hands. He hoped that the fruit would belong to him completely, and he only needed to gently pinch it to give him feedback that would please him.
Many people hated him, and most of the children who hated him were Shui Lian, because Shui Lian had an extremely high talent for magic and was the person with the greatest potential to kill him.
Normally, the villain would notice Shui Lan and other disobedient lambs' little actions, so the first training last night started with Shui Lan.
It's like killing the chicken to scare the monkey.
Even though Song Shu had no interest in Shui Lan at first, Shui Lan still returned home hurt due to some strange combination of circumstances.
That accidental kick almost killed the person, Shui Lan hated him to death.
Song Shu's head started to hurt again. But the villain just wanted to keep committing suicide, rushing all the way on the road to death, to help the protagonist. Thinking that the protagonist he wanted to help was Alice, Song Shu felt that it was okay while having a headache.
Sweet Alice was here, and he would soon be able to see the living Alice.
Song Shu, a otaku, once had the idea of breaking the dimensional wall to meet his wife, but he thought about it day and night and scratched his head, but in the end, all he got was the emptiness after the dream.
Now that he had the opportunity, it was impossible for Song Shu not to be excited.
Song Shu took a deep breath.
For my wife! Fight!
…………
After taking a shower, Song Shu returned to the bedroom.
The configurations of the bedroom and study are different. The villain, like Song Shu, doesn't like the sun. The bedroom is surrounded by thick curtains, and the occasional light is provided by the pitiful candles on the shelf.
There has been no sunlight in the room for a long time, and it is as cold and gloomy as the twisted and perverted personality of the villain himself.
The bedding in the bedroom is changed every day, so there is no need to worry about cleanliness.
Song Shu waved away the servants. In the unfamiliar environment, his nerves, which had been tense all night, did not completely relax. He walked towards the bed and was about to lift the quilt to lie down, when he was caught off guard by a naked body with a bow tied around its neck.
Shui Lian's hands and feet were tied up, and a ball was stuffed in her mouth. When she was quiet, her eyes, as clear as a lotus, were filled with tears. They were clearly tears of shame and anger, and the blush at the corners of her eyes added a bit of charm.
It's one thing to play the game for the thrill of it, but it's another to actually see it with your own eyes.
The shock was too great, and Song Shu's worldview had collapsed in his heart. He forced himself to suppress the conditioned reflex of wanting to cover himself with the quilt, his brows slightly frowned, his affectionate eyes cold.
He asked coldly: "Why are you here?" He had clearly told him not to push anyone into his bedroom if he was in a bad mood tonight.
Shui Lian was mumbling and unable to speak. His body was shaking. Although the wound on his chest had been repaired by healing magic, the internal injuries had not been truly healed. Perhaps it was because of the injury, Shui Lian was panting, his cheeks flushed, and he looked at the young man in front of him pleadingly.
Song Shu was really feeling a little irritable at the moment.
After all, he is also a young sapling that grew up under the red flag. No matter how much fun he has in the game, it is only in the game. In real life, he will only be angry when he sees someone being treated like this.
The presence of the ball in the mouth made Shui Lian unable to utter a complete sentence. Song Shu sat down on the bed, took the ball out between two fingers, and his palm was inevitably covered with saliva.
During the whole process, Shui Lian's tears kept falling like rain outside the window. He could feel Song Shu's fingers touching his mouth, and as if it was instinct, his tongue chased the young man's fingers and licked them gently like a small animal. He even leaned his head over pitifully, and his long silver hair stuck to Song Shu's wetly.
This action stunned not only Song Shu, but Shui Lian as well, and her tears immediately fell even more violently.
He is such a jerk.
It was clear that he hated this person to death the previous second, but at this moment he could actually see tenderness and care for him from the culprit's actions.
He is just born with a good appearance, so people can easily find excuses for him when he does evil.
Shui Lan was carried out from the study to heal her wounds without any rest or buffer. She was packed up and sent here in a hurry, just like a gift that needed to be processed urgently.
He couldn't forget that it was the person in front of him who made him become like this.
He was going to hate him.
Shui Lian lowered her tearful eyes and kept repeating these words in her heart.
The saliva-soaked ball was placed beside the bed, and the young man wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.
He wiped his fingers, which looked like works of art, inch by inch, and said with a layer of frost, "Who sent you here?"
Shui Lian was still crying, her fingers tentatively grasping the corner of Song Shu's clothes, but she didn't dare to get too close. She raised her head and looked at him gently with the admiring eyes that Song Shu "liked the most", as if Song Shu was the only one he could rely on in the world.
"Father, I don't know."
Everyone who lives in this old house is aware of the owner's unpredictable temper. The Duke, who holds power, regards human life as worthless, and countless people have died at the hands of the Duke.
No matter how much Shui Lan hates Song Shu, she has to please and even flatter Song Shu until she is able to resist completely.
Song Shu felt his temples throbbing. Just as he was about to ask someone to come up and send Shui Lan back safely, there was a knock on the door.
He knocked on the door three times at precise intervals, and even his greeting was very gentlemanly.
"Your Excellency the Duke, are you dissatisfied with tonight's gift?"
With a click, the door was opened without permission.
The only person in the ancient house who dared to do this was the housekeeper whom Song Shu had seen since childhood.
An elegant man in a tuxedo stood at the door, the curve of his lips as precise as a puppet's.
The bedroom was blocked from light on all sides, and it was even darker at night. Behind the housekeeper, there was endless darkness, and a small shadow was stepping on the soles of his feet, and a dark line of sight was shooting straight at him.
The butler still had the handsome face of his youth, but he exuded a deadness that was inconsistent with his age.
Song Shu felt a little creeped out by his gaze, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Sorry, Bo Wen, I'm not in a good mood today."
The villain has no father or mother, and was raised by the butler Bo Wen. To the villain, Bo Wen also plays the role of half a parent in his heart, and the villain is particularly close to this butler.
The villain and the housekeeper have a very close relationship, which is what Song Shu is afraid of. The child who has been raised since childhood has a drastic change in temperament. Will the housekeeper feel that a different person has suddenly appeared in the shell?
[In theory, as long as you are not ooc, this will not be possible. ]
555 explanation: [Before you come in, everything in the game is static, and the setting is also the background. Your existence gives the game the right to start. ]
Isn't he just afraid of OOC?
Song Shu's mind was filled with warnings, and his intuition told him that the butler was not an easy person to deal with.
Song Shu's body was extremely stiff, and when he received the housekeeper's inquiring gaze, he suddenly tensed up even more.
"Your Excellency the Duke, you seem a little different tonight than usual."
Bo Wen looked at Song Shu, and the corners of his mouth drooped two pixels obviously.
The young man's pale face looked like a ghost in the dim and cold room. He must have just finished a shower, his hair was slightly wet, his hair was divided into several strands, and there was a fresh red mole above his eyebrows. The heat did not leave any trace on his cheeks, but his lips were full of blood, like a monster that had sucked enough blood.
The monster was somewhat indifferent, and also acted like a spoiled child in a complaining manner.
"Bowen, I'm really not in the mood today."
He spoiled the kid. Bowen thought, whenever he got angry, the kid would use this trick to deal with him.
It seems that being soft-hearted happens in that instant.
After all, it is the child I raised.
As if confirming that Song Shu was normal, the knot between Bo Wen's brows loosened, and he waved his hand gently. Several servants came in out of nowhere and carried away Shui Lan, who was at a loss on the bed.
Shui Lan was carried out like an object again. Before he left, Song Shu could feel Shui Lan's hateful gaze towards him. But now he had no time to care about it. He needed to focus on dealing with the housekeeper in front of him.
"Why are you in a bad mood? Who pissed you off?"
Bo Wen's concerned tone really sounded like that of a caring guardian.
Song Shu shook his head: "No, I just feel bad all of a sudden."
Bo Wen also shook his head, and said in a friendly but non-blaming tone: "You kid."
Knowing that this was a trick, Song Shu's back was still covered in cold sweat. He let the butler hold his hand and mutter something he couldn't understand at all.
Song Shu felt uncomfortable with his cold sweat sticking to his pajamas, but he didn't dare to relax. When Bo Wen said he was different, he almost thought of an epitaph.
555: [Epitaph,]
[——It was Song Yinxing who rushed to the battlefield without even a moment of mourning for Song Shu’s death.]
Song Yinxing is Song Shu's brother in the real world.
Brother who is not in the same household registration book.
The mechanical and old-fashioned AI voice reading out these words was so hellish that Song Shu almost couldn't hold back. He almost pinched his hands until they turned red before he stopped his emotions and condemned: "Hey, how can you peek into other people's thoughts?"
555: [The system can only read the host's heart when the host's emotions fluctuate greatly.]
The conversation with the system was all conducted in the brain. Before Song Shu could reply, his clenched palms were opened.
The calloused hand opened and smoothed his clenched fingers without question.
Having grown up in a life of luxury and extravagance, the young man's hands do not have a trace of excess fat, and are as smooth and delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade.
Bo Wen seemed to be hinting, or just like a casual greeting, or the affectionate caress of an elder to a younger generation. He caressed Song Shu's fingers with a strong desire for control, until Song Shu's fingertips and palms were rubbed red and hot. Bo Wen let go of his hand, admiring Song Shu's retracted fingertips, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Shu'er, you have grown up."
Bai Wen and Song Shu's parents have been friends for many years. Song Shu's parents died shortly after giving birth to Song Shu, so Bai Wen adopted the child.
Song Shu's hair stood on end when his hand was touched, but he still had to pretend to be in a good relationship and smiled faintly: "I will always be a child in your eyes."
The elegant and easy-going man also smiled, "Really?"
The ends of the young man's hair, which had not been taken care of for a long time, had become sticky and his eyes, which were always cold, showed a sense of fragility and dependence, and looked particularly innocent when they hung down.
Bowen looked on in a trance.
From this angle, Song Shu looks like his mother and also his hateful father.
But no matter who he looks like, this is the child he raised after all. Recalling the past, Bo Wen felt a strange pleasure in his heart. He took two steps forward and said, "Don't you like him very much? I washed him and sent him here, you can enjoy him."
"I've seen you like so many people since you were a child, why haven't you had sex with any of them?"
The sadness in Bo Wen's words seemed to be overflowing. He grabbed Song Shu's hand and said, "If you don't know how to do those things, I have already found a good teacher for you. He will be here in two days."
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