Pride & Lust (End)
Song Shu was still very stiff, "No matter what you say, it's too weird for two men to do this."
Ming Yan's previous words showed that he cared about him, not that he liked him. In addition, Ming Yan's attitude was very frank, and there was not so much desire in his eyes, which made Song Shu not feel so disgusted. But even if he didn't feel disgusted, it was still a bit difficult for him to be intimate with another boy.
The sofa was sunken, and Ming Yan was already sitting on it with Song Shu facing each other. In order to prevent either of them from escaping, the doors of both rooms were already closed.
Ming Yan said, "So, simple DIY? Nothing else, just DIY with each other."
Song Shu recalled some bad memories. But compared to hugging and kissing, this was indeed the most acceptable way for him.
Ming Yan added: "Some boys behave like this, it's normal."
Song Shu struggled a little. Ming Yan looked at him, then got up and went back to his room to get out a few cans of fruit wine.
"Drink something?"
Ming Yan was tall, and when he bent down, he almost covered Song Shu in his arms.
Song Shu calmed down and took the wine can. "When did you buy it?"
The ring was pulled open, and bubbles exploded in the air. Ming Yan sat down beside him and said, "I got some when school started. I thought I'd drink some while playing games."
Song Shu also opened it. He first sniffed the jar curiously, then looked over the jar at Ming Yan, "You like drinking?"
"No, I drink occasionally to sober myself up."
Ming Yan put his hands on the back of the sofa, his body slightly towards Song Shu. From behind, this posture looked like a hug.
Song Shu wanted to laugh at his tone. He raised the wine can and said, "You want to sober up now? Do this kind of thing?"
To be honest, the relationship with Ming Yan these days is definitely not bad. It is a rare friendship that Song Shu has had since staying at home for so long. Although this friendship is a bit spoiled now, Ming Yan is really too open-minded, with pure and quiet eyes, like a very reliable brother next door. Song Shu is really embarrassed to think of him with those dirty thoughts.
Ming Yan took a sip, his thin lips still holding the edge of the jar, and turned his eyes slightly to look at Song Shu.
Song Shu propped himself up on the sofa, feeling a little relaxed. He took a sip from the wine jar, trying it out. His eyelashes trembled slightly. Finally, he couldn't help but move the jar away, sticking out his tongue a little, and said in disgust: "It's really unpalatable."
The ice wine I drank with my tablemate that day wasn't that bad. Maybe it's because the wine at room temperature is bad.
Ming Yan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and drank the wine, "If you are not sober, you will do stupid things."
After the unpalatable effect of the wine wore off, Song Shu hissed and tilted his head to look at Ming Yan. The jar in Ming Yan's hand was empty and still on the table.
“You are so strong.”
Song Shu gave a thumbs up, with a bitter taste of fruit wine still in his mouth. He only took a sip or two from the can and put it on the coffee table, but Ming Yan snatched it away in mid-air.
Ming Yan held the wine jar, and there was an obvious water stain next to the jar. Song Shu was stunned for a moment, "I drank it."
Ming Yan didn't respond, "Song Shu, have you seen the movie?"
“I haven’t seen it.”
Song Shu reached out and tried to take the wine jar back from Ming Yan's hand, his movements a little hasty.
He had already drunk, so what would Mingyan do if he drank again? Aren't they gay?
Ming Yan didn't dodge and let him come over to grab it. He then grabbed his wrist, which felt a little cold. With his eyes lowered, he spoke to himself, "When shooting this kind of movie, the director will let the two leading actors get acquainted with each other first, and let them sit on the sofa and chat."
Ming Yan held Song Shu's hand in a clever position, with the wrist instead of the fingers, so that Song Shu would not be disgusted and would not break away so quickly. He spoke a little slowly, not because he was drunk, but because he wanted Song Shu to hear him clearly.
“The more you talk and the more honest you are, the more you’ll want to be intimate with each other.”
With a very clear tone, Ming Yan stroked Song Shu's wrist. When the skin on his palm felt a little warm, he put his hand on Song Shu's shoulder and lowered his head to take a sip of wine.
Song Shu felt inexplicably flustered. He wanted to move away, but Ming Yan held his hand again. Ming Yan whispered to comfort him, "Relax a little, it's not that hard to accept."
There was a deep smile in Ming Yan's voice. He didn't put his mouth on the water stain on the wine jar, but just randomly found another place to put it in his mouth. "Did you rarely solve it yourself before?"
Song Shu is very young and doesn't look like she does this kind of thing often.
"No."
Song Shu turned his eyes away, his cheeks and earlobes were burning, he covered his eyes with his hands, "... Stop it,"
Ming Yan took another sip of wine and said in distress: "If not, the value won't go up, right?"
Song Shu couldn't stand it a bit. He had never tried drinking before, and those one or two sips seemed to make his head dizzy. He hunched his back, with one or two buttons of his shirt undone, his chest flushed, and his heart was shaking.
"But..." He was drinking so much that he could hardly speak clearly, his cheeks were red, and there were some hidden teeth marks on his rosy lips.
"No buts."
Ming Yan took two more sips, with water stains on the corners of his lips. He stood up, pulled Song Shu in as if he was hugging her, and lowered his head to smell Song Shu's hair.
“Mint.”
Song Shu pushed Ming Yan. His breathing was a little hasty after drinking. "You smell like mint, too."
The wine can was placed alone on the table, with two different water stains on the mouth of the can at the pull ring slowly blending together.
The numbers seemed to be a countdown, jumping around in my mind bit by bit.
…
The wine was really not tasty. There was a bite mark on Song Shu's shoulder because he didn't let Ming Yan kiss him.
The corners of Song Shu's eyes were already red. She pushed the boy's lips, her rapid breathing sending up a little hot air, and she was crying like she was gasping for breath.
"dirty."
Ming Yan paused, incredulous: "Do you even dislike yourself?"
Drinking is harmful. Song Shu was a little confused due to the alcohol, but he still took the time to answer seriously: "I hate it."
"Then I have to ask for some interest." Ming Yan bit Song Shu's shoulder.
Later, Ming Yan seized the opportunity. Song Shu was much more sober by then. He kicked Ming Yan and cursed him again. Ming Yan took the opportunity to bite his tongue.
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu's tears came out, so she had to stick out her tongue and use a tissue to stop the bleeding, "Fuck, Mingyan, are you crazy?"
Pain blocking, no feeling, but the body's reaction is still there.
With a taste of blood and rust in his mouth, Song Shu lowered his head and had the tears at the corners of his eyes wiped away again.
"Sorry, did it hurt you?"
Ming Yan still had that innocent face with a hint of apology. He lifted Song Shu's chin with his fingertips and scratched it like teasing a kitten.
"Then I'll help you stop the bleeding?"
He raised it a little higher, and Song Shu knocked his hand away, angrily: "Get lost, the blood is gone."
It's just that the taste of blood in my mouth is very unpleasant. Song Shu wanted to go back and rinse his mouth. Ming Yan pulled him back again, "Is the value enough?"
Of course it wasn't enough. But Song Shu didn't want to do it anymore. He slapped Ming Yan's hand away and lied, "That's enough."
Ming Yan followed him, "Don't you want to thank me?"
Song Shu wanted to say, "It's only 15% moved, there's still half left, thank you." But he still gave a fake smile and said, "Thank you."
There was no genuine smile in that smile, Ming Yan knew that Song Shu was slandering him.
The slanderous expression is also cute.
He followed Song Shu into the room. While Song Shu was going in to rinse his mouth, he stood and looked around Song Shu's room, and saw the messages popping up continuously on Song Shu's Fetion phone.
Even silence can't stop these people.
Ming Yan opened Fetion on his mobile phone, took a photo of his Song Shu's computer on the spot, and sent it to [Chocolate] and [Bi'an].
As a host, Ming Yan also has their friends, but they have never chatted with each other.
There is no doubt that the Fetion messages on Song Shu's mobile phone stopped, and the Fetion messages on his mobile phone started to explode.
Ming Yan was satisfied and went offline and turned off the phone.
…
Song Shu came out of the bathroom. The door of the room was closed. Ming Yan was squatting on the ground, rummaging through his box of minor items.
Mingyan raised a leg chain.
Song Shu:?
…
"Let me go!"
It is not an exaggeration to say that Song Shu beat and kicked him. He had just washed his face and his palms were a little wet. He rolled on the bed with Ming Yan and was completely suppressed by Ming Yan with his hands tied.
“The value is not full yet.”
Ming Yan held Song Shu's legs, her porcelain-white skin, with some white and soft flesh squeezed out between his fingers.
Song Shu was so angry that he was speechless. "Can't you let me wear it myself? Do you have some weird fetish by tying me up?"
There were already clear fingerprints near the calf that Ming Yan had just held. Ming Yan stroked it, and the skin trembled a little. It wanted to move back, but was grabbed back by Ming Yan.
It was so forceful that Song Shu was pulled towards Ming Yan.
"what you up to?"
Song Shu cursed again, feeling panicked. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have thought Ming Yan was a straight man who was easy to deal with.
Ming Yan seemed to have a headache and lowered his eyes. "Sorry, that's not what I meant."
If you say that, why don't you let me go!
Song Shuzhen couldn't help it. His hands were tied and he couldn't run away. He could only curl up his legs and frowned: "What do you mean it wasn't your intention? You want to say that that was your second personality just now?"
"You're right to think so."
Ming Yan stepped back a little. Song Shu's legs had been messed up during his struggle. White and red were intertwined and slightly closed together. A hand was forcefully placed in the middle to force him to open his legs.
Song Shu: "...Fuck your uncle's second personality."
Ming Yan loosened Song Shu's legs, put on the golden leg chain, and then circled the thin anklet around Song Shu's ankle.
Song Shu's wrists were tied to the head of the bed, and her entire body was forced to lie on her back. Her shirt was pushed up, leaving a tooth mark on her shoulder and several finger marks on her waist. The leg chain pressed against her porcelain-white skin, which was covered with a bit of violent red. The white and greasy leg flesh exposed to the air was trembling slightly.
The value required by the system has jumped to 90%.
Song Shu felt very uncomfortable in this position. He moved his hands, wanting Ming Yan to untie him, but when he looked up, Ming Yan, who was kneeling in front of him, had disappeared, and instead, a cell phone was vibrating wildly next to the quilt.
? ? : [What did you ask him to do]
? ? : [Ming Yan, the damned traitor]
? ? : [Answer me]
? ? : [Song Shu, you are mine]
Another crazy one.
Song Shu didn't take it seriously at first, until a psychotic mumbling began to echo in his room.
"How did Ming Yan come in? Get out!"
"Why should he wear this? No!"
"...Everyone likes him, everyone likes him, everyone can see him, but I can't. Your development game is not fair at all...I gave him so much money, so much krypton gold...!! I am his real supervisor...I am!"
"What's the traitor Ming Yan? I'm the one who loves him the most. I've participated in his life, but he doesn't even know my name..."
The voice was sobbing, resentful and almost desperate. The crazy and even familiar male voice made people shudder.
A fox-like human face appeared in Song Shu's mind - a miracle.
…
“Do you feel it?”
Ming Yan appeared in front of him again, lifted his chin, and said affirmatively: "You feel it."
"That's a miracle, your game supervisor."
The world they live in is a game called "Miracle Squirrel", which is also a development game that suddenly appeared in a miracle mobile phone one day.
"He's gone mad."
Ming Yan touched Song Shu's chin like a cat. This position was really uncomfortable, and Song Shu could only shrink his head and look away from him, "I think you are also quite abnormal."
Making advances on a man.
Song Shu will never know how attractive he is to others. Ming Yan smiled and said, "There is still 10%, right?"
Song Shu shrank back again, Ming Yan's nose pressed against his cheek. When there was no escape at all, he had already accepted his fate and recognized this fucked up world that was full of malice towards straight men.
This isn't the first time either.
Very annoying.
Song Shu took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "It's up to you."
"Don't touch my face, everything else is up to you."
Just think of it as being bitten by a dog.
Anyway, it's not the first time to experience this kind of thing, and it won't make any difference if you experience it again. After accepting the situation, Song Shu felt unexpectedly calm, and even thought, "Oh, that's it, just get it over with." It's a very shameless idea, but it does make things a lot easier.
No one or two of them play by the rules, the plot is a mess, and now no one can tell him what is going on.
Song Shu was a little annoyed, but didn't show it.
What are you enduring?
Ming Yan paused, then stood up and untied the shackles on Song Shu's hands. "I'm not a gangster, and I don't force anyone."
Song Shu Hehe, who was the person who tied me up just now? He rubbed his hands subconsciously, bent his legs, and the leg chains made a sound.
Ming Yan lowered his head to look at his legs. They were white and fleshy, with red marks crisscrossing them, full of the beauty of torture.
I couldn't help but hold it.
The flesh of the thighs was exposed between his fingers. His fingers wantonly ravaged the white thighs, squeezing them into various amorous shapes. Ming Yan, however, spoke apologetically with rapid breathing: "Sorry, this is my second personality."
Song Shu: “…”
I***
Song Shu smiled: "Try to say another one."
The leg flesh was trembling sensitively. Ming Yan held the calf and said, "Sorry, you said that you can do anything except touching my face."
That's exactly what he said.
Song Shu took back the lamp he was about to raise to hit someone, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he suppressed his anger: "Then you still say you are not a hooligan."
"My second personality is a gangster."
Ming Yan leaned over again, as if to kiss Song Shu, and met Song Shu's impatient gaze, and the kiss fell on the collarbone.
The red plum blossoms are blooming, leaving red marks little by little, and the value is slowly rising.
…
"You're crazy."
"I'm not crazy! I'm going to see him."
"Ming Yan is not me!"
…
The crazy voice appeared again. Song Shu opened his eyes and Ming Yan's face as the good brother next door appeared in front of him.
Song Shu opened his eyes wide, his chin was clamped, his body was pressed against the bed, and the movement of his hands and legs was restricted.
Suppressed.
If he could still bear it before, Song Shu was really annoyed now.
Very annoying, how did he provoke them? These people are all the same, is there any difference?
No.
Song Shu didn't close his eyes either. The annoyance in his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into emotionless indifference, which pierced Ming Yan directly. He didn't care and didn't resist anymore. His eyes were so clear that no one could be seen.
"Tell me, which personality is this?"
As if hurt by the indifference in his eyes, Ming Yan covered Song Shu's eyes, but Song Shu still did not close his eyes.
“That’s so hurtful.”
Hate him so much.
Ming Yan let go of Song Shu and said self-deprecatingly, "Obviously, I am also a part of him."
………
[Lust value reaches 100%, Pride collapses, and the takeover system determines that the mission is completed. Ten seconds left before leaving the world.]
…
[Isn’t this what I said? ? Something magical happened? ? ]
555, who had just rushed back from a karaoke competition carrying a lot of bags, was shocked.
[Wait, mission completed? ? Start transmitting immediately? ? ]
No, what's going on!!
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