"I had to...... Admit. Calvin swallowed the last bite of the crab, turned to Heath and said, "...... No matter what kind of pervert you are, the crab you make is delicious. ”

There was a light, wine-soaked voice with a sweet hoarseness in his tone—it was enough to prove that Calvin was very drunk by this time.

He would never speak like this when he was sober, and it was too tempting for both men and women to speak.

Heathtu's breathing quickened, and his pupils darkened.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my dinner. ”

He said slowly, softly to Calvin.

Calvin, however, acted as if he hadn't heard him at all. The young angel was squinting in confusion, his body shaking, one hand holding his head.

"Oh my God...... My head is so dizzy......"

He muttered intermittently.

The world was melting before his eyes, and golden dots of light were joisingly tap-dancing in his vision.

Calvin had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but his brain seemed to be wrapped in a sticky mass of honey, and even the slightest thought became so difficult.

Calvin's eyes widened desperately, trying to see the ...... in front of him That one...... Person......

(He has no way of remembering the other person's name at all)

But the only thing he could see was the man's eyes, which were so deep that they looked like they were going straight to hell.

Oh no –

It was the last call of weakness that remained in Calvin's consciousness.

In reality, Calvin hadn't even finished speaking, and his body had slowly and uncontrollably fallen to the side. His elbow slid over the coffee table, almost knocking over the plate on it, and the remaining crab shells fell to the ground with a small thud. And just as Calvin was about to slide off the couch, "Heathtu" reached out and took the emaciated and hot body into his embrace.

"It seems that his body is quite sensitive...... Seems a little too sensitive?"

"Heath" clamped Calvin's shoulder with his arm. He lowered his head, buried his nose in Calvin's hair, and took a deep breath. Then he glanced at the bottle on the coffee table, where most of the bottle was still left - of course, you could technically describe it as some kind of calming alcohol liquid mixed with drugs.

[That's just something that allows him to sleep well, and those drugs won't do any harm to his body.] 】

A moment later, a voice with a British accent sounded in his head.

That's Fugg explaining. Despite the British doctor's efforts to maintain his composure, his voice trembled slightly. As the main personality, the red deer is completely dominant once he comes to his senses, and it is very contrary to common sense, he can brutally torture the other personality in his own mind.

And now, it is clear that it is Fugg who is undergoing this torture...... He was the only one allowed to remain conscious, and because of the potions placed in the bottle of wine, Red Deer had Fugg float in the upper layers of consciousness to better observe Calvin's reaction to those drugs.

When confronted by Calvin, Red Deer is a little too neurotic and cautious like a catatonic-stricken mother. Of course, Fuge wouldn't tell Red Deer these words. In any case, Red Deer was at least not as cruel to him as he was to the real Heathto, the unlucky one, who was half-eaten by Red Deer in the moments after cooking dinner, and then casually stuffed into the corners of consciousness, most likely because he surfaced on the surface of Red Deer while he was awake and had a brief time with Calvin.

And Red Deer seemed to be maddened with jealousy of this.

"But...... I wish I could have heard him a little longer. ”

"Heathtu" frowned as if distressed, and he lowered his head and licked Calvin's throat lightly.

The young man's Adam's apple quivered under the tip of his bright red tongue, and there was a thin smell of sweat and damp wine on his skin—the smell of the liquor that had spilled from his lips when he was not conscious. He tastes slightly salty and fragrant...... Red Deer closed his eyes, contentedly reminiscing about the taste of Calvin's skin.

"I really like his voice...... You can feel that, right, dear doctor. ”

He said hoarsely to Fugg.

[In my imagination, you should be a little calmer, my esteemed Red Deer "Your Majesty". 】

Even if the red deer at this moment looked almost just an ordinary pervert, Fuge, who felt his true thoughts, became agitated for a moment, and the most obvious manifestation was that he directly pointed out the true identity of the red deer, and finally strongly sarcastic the red deer at the end of the words.

"And in my assumption you shouldn't have such a deep concern for him. Are you trying to provoke me so I can distract me...... This ridiculous trick isn't like something you'd do. ”

Red Deer whispered to Fugg in his head, jealousy in his tone that made his voice seem to quench □□ when he spoke.

At this moment, Fugg almost screamed in his consciousness.

Red Deer's jealousy and desire for exclusivity are straightforward - the moment Fugg shows concern for Calvin, Red Deer reacts.

Fugg could feel that what might be called a soul was being swallowed up by a large, invisible and cold mouth, and the feeling of being eaten by another personality was not wonderful. He should have dived directly into the depths of this body's consciousness, just like any other personality, but there was no way he could just leave.

Red Deer's emotions flowed through this body like galloping magma, and Fugg had no way of ignoring the most essential hunger and greed in Red Deer's soul - for Calvin.

[You should figure out what you're here for—]

Fugg screamed.

If he had a body, he would have fainted from the pain at this moment.

[Calvin needs your protection - someone has opened the "door" by his side-]

Fugg felt like his soul was being scorched by the cold flames, and yes he thought it was a strange description, but it was what it was like to be devoured by a red deer, and you would go crazy in agony and still be absolutely awake.

[Of course you can eat me, eat Heathtu, eat Virgili and all the personalities in this damn mind, but don't forget, without us, this body needs to move to stay by Calvin's side while you fall into that damn sleep......]

"Oh my God, I didn't expect you to be so noisy. ”

Red Deer said expressionlessly.

And in consciousness, the flame that consumed Fug was extinguished.

“…… I'm sorry, doctor, I think I'm a little rough with you. Red Deer carried Calvin to the bedside, and then carefully placed the young man who had fallen into a coma on the bed, and he sighed.

"I'm just a little worried about him, you know, he's really so important to me, he's my angel, my light, my love and my life......"

Red Deer stretched out his fingers and combed Calvin's hair loose on his forehead.

"I am in this world because of him, and this world exists because of his existence-"

Calvin frowned slightly unconsciously under the cold, pale fingertips of the red deer, and even in his sleep he still seemed a little uneasy.

Red Deer stopped muttering to himself, the Fuge in his mind had returned to his deep consciousness due to excessive weakness, and the whole room seemed so quiet at this moment...... It made his wheezing sound a little too obvious. 166 Reading Network