Pride & Lust (21)
[Ding, lust value has risen to 40%, please be informed. ]
When he was drunk, the number 555 sounded several times. This was the final lust index.
Song Shu was completely focused on chatting with Lin Mo.
There's nothing special about that photo of his. His mouth is just red from drinking and his lips are swollen.
Song Shu tried hard not to act like she had made a mistake by sending the wrong photo.
Lin Mo: [Is your class teacher not at the class party?]
If the class teacher was there, he probably wouldn't allow them to drink alcohol.
Ms. Lin: [Not here, the party was privately organized by classmates OuO]
Lin Mo: [What’s up with the red spot on my chin?]
[picture]
Song Shu clicked it and couldn't help but let out a curse.
There is indeed a fuzzy red spot on the chin in the photo, which should have been caused by the nibbling of the classmate. But if you don't zoom in and look carefully, you probably won't be able to see it.
Lin Mo, this guy, said he didn't like it, but he actually enlarged his photos and looked at them carefully, right?
I looked at it this time, but where are the leg ring photos from last time?
Song Shu believed in the principle of brain wave transmission. He raised his middle finger to Lin Mo again, "This man is so heartless that he doesn't even let go of the senior high school students."
[He scored 725 points in the college entrance examination, so he might want to help you with your studies.]
Song Shu: “……?”
It’s over. 555 was also infected by Lin Mo and became mean.
The red dot was bitten by my deskmate, so I couldn't tell the truth. If I replied after a long time, it would be suspected of lying. So Song Shu thought of a perfect excuse.
He smiled grimly and said, 725 points, right? You like to see the 725 points that are just around the edge, right?
The bathrobe he wore after taking a shower was very loose, and his thighs could be seen if he moved a little.
Song Shu pushed aside some clothes, and the butterfly-like mark on her thigh had not disappeared yet.
There are only a few shallow marks left, and I think they will disappear after applying the ointment given by [Chocolate] for another day.
Song Shu didn't have a scar-prone physique, but he didn't take good care of his body after he came in. His physique was poor, so his wounds healed slowly.
Song Shuxian replied: [This was all seen by the senior QAQ]
[This is the wound I accidentally got two days ago]
Song Shu took the ointment next to him, scooped out some of it with his fingers and smeared it on the butterfly mark.
This time, he didn't just apply it casually like last time, but rubbed it in completely. The ointment was cool and moist, and after it dissolved, the legs were wet, and the mark was like a butterfly with its wings wet in a storm, pitiful.
Ms. Lin: [My wounds have always been slow to heal]
Song Shu raised her phone to take a photo. She didn't choose a particular angle, just took it casually, not seeming to be so deliberate: [Look, the allergy from wearing leg rings last time hasn't fully healed yet]
[I am so miserable, the cat is crying.jpg]
After the picture was sent, Lin Mo quickly displayed that it was being input.
[How could you be so careless?]
Ms. Lin: [I was thinking about something at the time. Fortunately, the classmate next to me helped me up, otherwise I might have fallen even more badly]
Song Shu's expression was cold. If I had been careful, I wouldn't have gotten close to you.
Lin Mo: [What are you thinking about so intently?]
Ms. Lin: [I want to be your senior]
…
[I want to be a senior]
[News]
[I was drunk at that time and not very clear-headed, so I didn’t reply in time]
There was a pile of professional books next to the computer desk. Lin Mo had two buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned, and his protruding collarbone and firm pectoral muscles were vaguely visible.
He narrowed his eyes and zoomed in on Song Shu's legs that were coated with ointment, trying to find some similarities with the pair of legs in the swimming pool today.
He has a good memory, and he has seen it more than once.
Song Shu's legs are very beautiful. Anyone who sees those legs will look at them a few more times, right? In addition, he was also doing it for memory, so looking at them a few more times would not be evidence that he was infected with the "Song Shu" virus.
In the picture, there are wet butterfly marks and fingerprints and scratches between the thighs left when applying the ointment.
Lin Mo twirled his pen, touched his fingers to the keyboard, and built a model of Song Shu's legs on the 3D modeling board.
Because Song Shu was wearing shorts today, the most that could be seen was her calves. Lin Mo picked out the photo of "Xiao Sen"'s legs from the album and carefully modeled the two together.
Finally, a pair of long legs with well-proportioned body and smooth lines appeared on the screen.
A perfect pair of legs. Lin Mo couldn't think of anyone else except Song Shu who had such legs.
Lin Mo spun the pen again, and the thought that had appeared countless times came to mind again and again.
——It’s really not Song Shu?
After these few days of contact, I probably have the answer in my mind, whether it is yes or no.
Lin Mo took out a cigarette from the drawer and bit it without lighting it. His sharp eyebrows showed a hint of playful indifference under the blue light of the computer.
Lin Mo: [It’s okay, I didn’t wait long]
Ms. Lin: [I saw that the senior replied immediately, so I thought he was always looking at the chat box]
Messages popped up one by one.
[Actually, I drank a lot today and was thinking about my senior all night]
[I almost lost the game of truth or dare because of this]
[……]
Lin Mo rubbed his fingertips, and soon the messages were withdrawn one by one, and replaced by a voice message.
"Sorry, I'm a little drunk. Senior, just treat me as talking nonsense."
Xiao Sen's voice was pleasant and recognizable, and reminded Lin Mo of Song Shu.
This is probably the effect when Song Shu speaks in a mixed voice.
Lin Mo had never heard of Song Shu's clasping voice, but Song Shu always spoke to him fiercely and coldly, with a natural stubbornness, fearing that she would not be able to overwhelm him with her momentum.
Like a squirrel with its hands on its hips, pointing at your head and threatening to jump up and hit you on the knee.
Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh again.
This imagination has existed in my mind for a long time, so I am occasionally curious about what Song Shu's clip sound is like.
I haven't heard it, so I want to listen to it.
Lin Mo stroked the mouse with his fingers and clicked on the voice message again. He suddenly wanted to light the cigarette.
…
Lin Mo: [Well, you guessed it. I have been waiting for your news. I hope you won’t make me wait next time.]
Song Shu was horrified.
He actually flirted back, what a scumbag, an absolute scumbag. If he were a girl, he might have really been fooled by Lin Mo's sweet words.
He is still a double standard person, and his attitude towards girls is totally different from his attitude towards himself. No, maybe Lin Mo is just a scumbag who likes to look at the edges and cast a wide net to fish.
Song Shu rigorously threw all kinds of derogatory words at Lin Mo, and finally concluded - in short, Lin Mo was not a good person.
Ms. Lin: [Hide the cat head, the cat head appears again.jpg]
Ms. Lin: [I definitely won’t do that next time ouo]
Song Shu released his final move: [I can't bear to leave you, senior, waiting for me]
Isn't it just flirting?
Song Shu typed these words without much strength, his expression even looking a little indifferent, letting the pink bubbles rise up from the dialog box.
Lin Mo can flirt, so of course he can flirt too.
It was a bit strange to do this to his hated enemy, but fundamentally, his behavior of pretending to be a girl and using a secondary account to trick his enemy was very strange. Things were strange from the beginning, so let it stay strange. Anyway, he wanted to punish Lin Mo.
Lin Mo: [Cat Hug.jpg]
It is easiest to have an affair over the Internet, because you don't have to take responsibility, and you don't have to think about every word you say, as long as you please the other person. After that, as long as it pleases you and makes you happy, whether it's phone sex or text-sex, it can naturally become a topic of conversation.
Song Shu almost got his face hot from talking so much. It was because Lin Mo was too shameless.
How shameless! How can you say such words so casually?
Song Shu patted his cheeks, said good night, threw his phone aside, and simply lay down to sleep.
Before going to bed, 555, who had been silent all night, suddenly asked: [Huh? Is the incident of you forcefully kissing your brother just over? ]
Song Shu was almost asleep, but 555 asked him a question and he shook his head: "No, I feel guilty in my heart."
A straight man forcefully kissed another straight man, just to escape being spanked by the other straight man, and the two straight men were brothers. This is simply outrageous. If it were put in a certain river, it would be a lingering love story of more than 100 chapters (clear water version).
[… Guilt in your heart? ]
"I'm already dead," Song Shu sat up, "How about I perform a resurrection?"
To be honest, he was looking forward to his brother's expression when he saw him die and come back to life.
【Watch your butt. 】
Song Shu: “…”
If he did this, he would indeed be punished by Song Yinxing.
Song Shu hasn't realized that what he and 555 said about "watch your butt" are obviously not the same thing.
He lay back on the bed, tossing and turning, and finally came up with a solution: "Actually, I can pretend that I don't remember, so it won't be embarrassing."
His brother was so considerate and worried that he would be embarrassed, so he covered up for him by saying that he fell asleep, so he might as well just really fall asleep.
"Hey, my brother is my brother, he thinks a lot."
Come to think of it, he was being considerate by pretending to forget. He and his brother were doubly considerate.
555 Shengcao: [I am considerate and caring, but I can’t stop caring about you. 】
Song Shu's twisted logic is like a piece of ice that can't be bitten or melted. When he is really fucked in bed by someone, he will probably still be confused and innocent: No, why are you biting me?
Always a step behind, it makes people angry.
Song Shu never understood what his kindness meant to others. The seeds he sowed casually were like the succulents on the balcony that he would take care of when he remembered. It didn't matter what the succulents were like, whether they were alive or dead. Because he just raised them casually, out of habit or other requirements, he was forced to do it.
It's not from the heart, so the attitude is very casual.
555 made a green middle finger and hung it on Song Shu for Song Shu to see.
Song Shu yawned and said vaguely: "Why are you so angry? I didn't say anything wrong."
【hehe. 】
555 gave two green middle fingers.
"hehe."
Song Shu refused to accept the result and also raised his middle fingers with both hands.
555 means three, four, five, six, seven, eight... and one hundred green middle fingers.
"... Stop it, I give up."
555 Youyou: [The first step for artificial intelligence to defeat humans. ]
Song Shu: "Do you mean the middle finger?"
Song Shu sincerely said: "I gave up because when the amount of the middle finger increased, it looked like a chirp, which was very ugly."
There were so many green chirps in his mind, it was simply a mental pollution, and he couldn't sleep.
【………roll! 】
…
After this, the relationship between "Xiao Sen" played by Song Shu and Lin Mo became obviously closer.
Song Shu's head was still a little unclear after drinking, so he switched to his main account and responded to his deskmate's caring words.
Deskmate: [Are you really okay? Why didn’t you answer my call last night?]
Because I fell asleep. Besides, there was no point in answering a condolence call, so the otaku refused to make the call.
Song Shu felt a little annoyed. The few hours of drinking yesterday seemed to have exhausted all his patience and indulgence towards his desk mate.
Song Shu replied: [I fell asleep last night]
Deskmate: [I think I drank a little too much yesterday. Do you still have a headache when you wake up today?]
Let’s not talk about the headache for now, Song Shu remembered something.
[My head is fine, it doesn't hurt much]
[By the way, you didn’t tell anyone that we should drink together?]
Song Shu asked this question to prevent him from being exposed by Lin Mo. Lin Mo was too sensitive, and he must not let Lin Mo know that he drank yesterday. But his deskmate liked to post some pictures of him and him on WeChat Moments.
Song Shu had looked at the circle of friends before asking this question, but his deskmate didn't post it, maybe because he was drunk and didn't have time to post it.
Song Shu also thought of an excuse for not letting her deskmate post it: [My family is quite strict with me]
[Let’s just keep this as our little secret]
…
Little secret.
The secret he and Song Shu share.
The classmate bit his fingers, and the disappointment he had felt because Song Shu pretended nothing had happened disappeared. He felt indescribably excited.
At first he thought Song Shu would be angry that he used Song Shu as capital to show off because he was despicable in using false appearances to cover up the truth.
He has been very disappointed about this matter. In fact, he and Song Shu don't have a very good relationship. Song Shu didn't let him tell anyone because she found out that he was talking nonsense outside?
My heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and I felt dizzy. The world seemed to be exploding amidst Song Shu's questioning.
However, the next second Song Shu said that this was a secret between them.
The pounding heart gradually calmed down, like the ecstasy and relief of surviving a disaster.
Song Shu had complete control over his emotions, but his deskmate was willing to do it.
Well, how could those people who couldn’t even drink water be qualified to know these secrets?
He doesn't show off, they don't even know what water tastes like.
My deskmate let go of my hand and digested the ups and downs of emotions on his own.
He really wanted to ask if the scar on Song Shu's neck had disappeared. In fact, he also knew that Song Shu had a scar-prone physique, so it was highly likely that it would not disappear so quickly.
But what if?
A slight scent of fruit wine blew in from the window. My deskmate looked at the bucket of ice cubes on the coffee table and felt a little disappointed. It would have been nice if Song Shu was still by his side.
The closer you get, the more you want to take, and the more you take, the less it feels like it’s enough.
Twist the ice cube between your fingers and put it on the tip of your tongue. The cold touch stimulates your tongue. If there is another tongue willing to come in and stir it at this time, it would probably be a very good experience.
The classmate bit the ice and regretted not kissing Song Shu yesterday.
But if they had kissed, Song Shu might not have been so light-hearted about these things.
He remembered everything, but still said he didn't remember. This wouldn't embarrass Song Shu, and Song Shu wouldn't care too much. Because he wasn't very important to Song Shu, so apart from kissing and having sex, it didn't matter what happened.
In broad daylight, with drunken eyes, Song Shu was looking at him, but he was not in his eyes.
My deskmate gasped for no reason. Whether it was because of the pain in his heart caused by Song Shu's indifference or Song Shu's coldness, he was still excited and wanted to masturbate.
…
The desk mate disappeared while they were chatting. Song Shu didn't bother to think about where the desk mate was. He switched back to his secondary account and sent a message to Lin Mo.
[Good morning, senior. I feel so sleepy today.]
Lin Mo: [Headache? Drink some milk]
[The Other Shore] and [Chocolate] also sent him messages. Song Shu replied with a few good mornings and continued to search in the big box.
He bought too many things at the time, and many of them were piled together. After a long time, he was a little shocked to find handcuffs and bracelets among them.
“Did I really buy these then?”
[Well, you almost bought the whole store.]
"This bathroom cuff might be better for bathing cats and dogs."
Song Shu muttered and threw the handcuffs into another box.
After searching for about three minutes, Song Shu finally found the shirt clip he wanted.
But think about it, I’ve already seen the legs, and the shirt clip doesn’t seem to be enough.
Song Shu planned to continue looking through the box, and then use his limited experience with sketchbooks to find a small black leather pants waist bag from the box.
Now the shirt clip is no longer necessary.
After finding what he wanted, Song Shu stuffed the things back indiscriminately.
[…Guess why you spent so much time searching for something? ]
If you put it in such a mess, it would be hard to find it.
Song Shu pretended to be deaf, slowly brought the things to the sofa, turned on the air conditioner, and began to study how to wear the small leather pants waist bag.
Small leather pants waist bag, divided into leather shorts and waist bag.
Because there was no men's version, Song Shu bought the largest size women's leather shorts.
The waist size was right, but still a little small. Song Shu put it on with difficulty, and then followed the instructions on the instructions to put on the waist bag.
The fanny pack is not simply fixed to the leather shorts, but is fixed with a belt-like leather strap, and then secured again at the leg with leg loops.
Song Shu finally squeezed himself into it. He was glad that he was lazy and didn't exercise much, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to fit in it.
The essence of this time is still shooting in front of the mirror, but the face cannot be shown yet.
Song Shu found the angle in front of the mirror and took a lot of photos. After taking the photos, she cut off her face without even looking at them, leaving only her waist and thighs, and sent them to a group of people with one click.
This kind of photo does not need to be taken too delicately, the key point is to highlight the casualness. Under such erotic photos there is a pure and innocent heart.
【If you are lazy, just say it directly. 】
"……Shut up!"
He is not lazy.
Originally, Song Shu wanted to click on it to see the effect, but he was always disgusted with his own photos, so he clicked on it and exited it several times.
In the photo, the belt encircles her thin waist, with a shallow dimple, and the shorts wrap around her round, perky, delicate and full buttocks. Because it doesn't fit her well, the black edge leaves a little red mark on the thigh root, and the soft flesh squeezed out is white and delicate, forming an absolute protective area with the black shorts.
If you scratch it hard with your palm, you will probably find more traces of abuse.
The black leg rings were tied around her thighs, and the bag was near her hips. Her white fingers were grabbing the chains that had fallen from the bag.
The person on the other side complained.
Ms. Lin: [I bought too small ot2]
[Who would have thought that the size of such shorts could be so outrageous.jpg]
Song Shu typed viciously, "I love to see the 725 points that are just around the edge. I wonder if you will take the bait."
Lin Mo: [It still looks good even if you buy a smaller one]
[Is today a holiday?]
Ms. Lin: [It’s holiday time, but I have a lot of homework QAQ]
[Secretly dreaming of a senior helping me write]
After reading the reply, Song Shu flipped through the photos above, wondering why Lin Mo reacted so calmly.
Could it be that he really didn't take good pictures?
…
[I'll help you write, can we use video or voice?]
As Lin Mo typed out those words, his earlobes burned red and he lowered his head indifferently.
It's getting up now.
What the fuck.
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