Pride-Lust-Desire (24)
[Chocolate]'s face was also red, but it was not very obvious. He was a little more flustered than Song Shu.
"No, I can't control it..."
"You can't control it, that's even more perverted!"
Song Shu felt stuffy in the bed and his breathing quickened. He seemed to want to curse but didn't dare to.
The screen opposite was pitch black and I couldn't see the people clearly. [Chocolate]'s throat was very tight and the sound of [Trumpet]'s breathing was all in my ears.
It was really not proper to be in this state because of the abuse. [Chocolate] felt ashamed, but also slightly excited, a feeling that [Chocolate] had never experienced before.
[Chocolate] had a very innocent upbringing, and the way he was looked upon from childhood to adulthood destined him to be an excellent and shameless person.
But now, it seems that he has lost his mind, his thoughts are filled with desire, ashamed but excited: "Then should I continue to take off my clothes?"
My brain felt a little dizzy. [Chocolate] lowered his head, his ears felt like they were melting. He said in a hoarse voice: "If you are still unhappy, just scold me."
“…”
In this situation, isn't scolding you a reward for you?
Song Shu took a deep breath, his short-circuited brain came back online temporarily, and he hung up the phone without mercy.
…
Although the video was disconnected, the shock was so great that Song Shu became dazed: "I feel like my eyes are dirty."
He doesn't even want to touch his cell phone, as he feels like he's just touching it.
[You are too sensitive. ]
The temperature in the bed was too high, and it was almost suffocating to stay in it. Song Shu crawled out, her hair was swaying due to static electricity, and her whole face was red.
Song Shu couldn't help but scold: "Am I being too sensitive! It's standing so high!!"
damn it.
Song Shu raised his head and covered his eyes, feeling that his face was burning. The phone kept popping up messages, explaining the chocolate.
Chocolate: [Sorry, I couldn't control myself]
[Too sudden]
[I won’t do that next time]
[sorry]
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu smiled kindly, picked up his phone and typed: [If you can't control it, cut it off]
Chocolate replied immediately: [Sorry]
Song Shu was in a very depressed mood. He banged his head against the pillow and regretted it. He should have stopped cursing if he had known.
【It's just a shape, think positively. 】
Song Shuyouyou: "Do you think I can be open-minded?"
Chocolate: [If you are unhappy, just scold me]
[sorry]
Here it is again.
Song Shu banged his pillow a few times in frustration, but decided not to care about it. He didn't see anything particularly revealing anyway, and continuing to care about it would only make himself uncomfortable.
In addition to [Chocolate], Lin Mo's messages kept popping up on the phone.
Lin Mo: [The other party is busy]
[Why is the line busy?]
[Are you angry?]
“…”
Why do so many people in this world like to make phone calls? Can't we just keep a distance and have voice calls?
Ms. Lin: [Talking to a friend on the phone]
[What's up?]
In the huge bedroom, Lin Mo's eyes were dark, and the conversation was just another perfunctory one.
Who are you calling? That stupid classmate?
No, Song Shu would not tell that idiot about this. So he was still hooking up with other people?
Lin Mo was unusually irritated.
He was not such a lustful person before, at least when it came to self-ejaculation, he did it very rarely and could be considered abstinent. He had lost control too much these past few days, and his brain was not clear, his mind was mostly filled with Song Shu's face and what he said in the voice message that day.
That's fine. My body seems to be tsundere, and it also seems to be boring. I'm tired of using those photos, and I can't vent at all.
It was very out of control and very wrong.
Unable to vent, one naturally becomes more and more irritable and unable to calm down.
Because of this problem, Lin Mo asked a familiar psychologist: Why is it that although he has no emotional inclination, his body cannot calm down?
The doctor just politely said, "Your body is more honest."
Lin Mo couldn't agree, maybe because his face looked too ugly. The doctor said, "In this case, we usually only recommend venting. Abstinence is not advisable."
Lin Mo couldn't say that he only reacted to one person, and even had to look at the photos and listen to the voices to vent. Now those photos and recordings are invalid, and the body seems to be no longer satisfied with such photos and wants more.
The information about Song Shu kept coming to his mind. Lin Mo wanted to think of something else, but his brain was totally unresponsive.
The only thing that was suppressed in my heart was the vivid and dark desires. My body had already endured to the limit.
Song Shu is really a person without perseverance. If she wants to pretend to be a girl to seduce him and take revenge on him, why does she work three days and rest two days, and give herself a break from time to time?
Lin Mo had never seen such unprofessional revenge, such an ambiguous, almost imperceptible seduction...
Song Shu is a fucking bastard.
But Lin Mo had to admit that Song Shu was just like that. If it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to do such a thing.
Lin Mo took the water cup and got out of bed. He looked suppressed and indifferent as he tried his best to suppress his desire.
There were ice cubes in the refrigerator. Lin Mo took them out and poured them all into the cup.
The transparent cup wall was filled with brown alcohol ice cubes. Lin Mo walked back to the room and saw the message sent by Song Shu.
Ms. Lin: [I won’t talk anymore. It’s too late. I want to go to bed.]
This was not the first time he was rejected. If Song Shu had said that in the past, Lin Mo would have probably given up. But once a person is immersed in desire, his brain will not be clear.
The ice cube was crushed between his lips and tongue, and swallowed, leaving a bloody taste. Some marginal photos sent by Song Shu were scattered on the floor of the room. Lin Mo looked at the dialog box quietly, and the air was compressed.
The alcohol was slowly taking effect.
…
Song Shu was really tired, and [the other side] was still asking him.
Bi'an: [Boss, do you have time to play games recently? Fans in the live broadcast room are asking me]
[Bi'an] asked the question tentatively, because Song Shu's account recently followed a handsome and confused anchor, and the viewers in the live broadcast room were joking that [Xiaohao]'s boss was about to fall in love with someone else, and asked him to hurry up and win back the girl.
[Bian'an] knew that most of these fans were just trying to stir up trouble, and no one thought that [Xiaohao] would really fall in love with someone else. Because so much money had been invested, and [Bian'an] had become popular, if he were to fall in love with someone else, the sunk cost would be too high.
[Bi'an] couldn't hold back his smile after hearing the news in the barrage, because he knew that [Xiaohao] would really fall in love with someone else.
After the game that day, [Bi'an] was distraught, and all he could think about was the scene of the boy in the elevator speaking for him.
The boy gave him the feeling of being his [small account] in real life, but [small account] was a girl, so the genders didn't match.
If you think about it carefully, after the boy finished speaking for him, [the secondary account] sent him a message and transferred money to ask him to treat the group of anchors to a meal.
[…Don’t let others look down on you.]
Obviously [Xiaohao] knew what happened, so was it all just a coincidence?
[The Other Shore] pursed his lips, feeling his heart spasming uncontrollably.
The feeling of being able to see but not touch on the Internet is too torturous. We can only construct the image of the other person based on the sound and imagination.
But no matter what [Bi'an] thought, the face that appeared at the end was the boy in the elevator.
Is it really a coincidence?
From the end of the competition until today, [Bi'an]'s vague premonition of being abandoned by [Xiaohao] has not ended.
He felt uneasy and could only confirm again and again, but now [Xiaohao] was a little impatient.
Ms. Lin: [No time to play games]
Bi'an: [Not playing? Are you in a bad mood recently?]
Ms. Lin: [All of them, I’m going to sleep]
[Bi'an] felt uneasy for no reason, just like that day when he and the boy looked at each other outside the elevator.
They had clearly helped him, but his eyes were still so indifferent and detached, making people feel that he was just passing by and would abandon them and leave sooner or later.
This feeling was like an indescribable heart attack, [Bi'an] felt his throat burning, and he covered his burning eyes.
He wanted to ask, why is she so cold? She was so enthusiastic a few days ago and even scolded him. But he couldn't ask, he didn't have the position and qualifications to ask such a question.
Bi'an: [Good night, boss]
Song Shu exited the dialog box and ignored [Chocolate]'s apology message. Lin Mo sent him another message.
Lin Mo: [What kind of person do you like?]
Late at night is always a good time to talk about some heart-opening topics, and after talking for a long time, you will want to be honest with each other.
Song Shu was cheered up. Did this bastard Lin Mo fall in love with his...body?
Song Shu was cautious and decided to be a little more ambiguous: [Those who are good to me will teach me how to do my homework]
Lin Mo: [Yeah.]
It seemed that there was no need to express one's feelings frankly anymore, as the atmosphere had gotten out of control.
But the loss of control was unilateral on Lin Mo's part. Song Shu was still secretly taking screenshots, trying to use it as Lin Mo's dark history of online dating.
Ms. Lin: [Senior, can’t you sleep?]
Lin Mo: [A little bit]
Song Shu was so sleepy that he lied and said: [I can’t sleep either QAQ]
This was a good opportunity to ask some questions, and Song Shu didn't want to miss it.
…
At 1:00 in the morning, Lin Mo was only wearing a nightgown, with his black hair pulled back and still dripping wet.
He had just finished a cold shower, and the forbearance and desire between his eyebrows were all exposed. Like a wild animal in estrus who couldn't find a mate, Lin Mo held his phone grimly, and the air was full of suppressed hormones.
Alcohol eats away at reason and swallows up emotions. The cold ice cube biting the tip of his tongue is like Song Shu's tongue, entangled with him, and arouses more dense pleasure.
Lin Mo has lost control.
If Song Shu's purpose was to play with him and deceive him, then let her do it. He was almost unable to bear this damn, completely unresolved physiological need.
Lin Mo: [I want to see you]
[Whatever you need me to do, I will do it]
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu was so scared that he almost dropped his phone, "555!! He's so perverted!!"
555 glanced at the chat history, [Indeed.]
You forced me to do this.
Song Shu's face turned red. "How could he say such a thing?"
Song Shu didn't want to chat about such adult topics with Lin Mo, so he simply turned off his phone, patted his cheeks to cool down, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
555 reminded him: [Remember to change someone to scold in a few days. ]
[Chocolate] and [The Other Shore] no longer meet the requirements of the quest object.
Song Shu muttered, "I know!"
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