Carefully taking the man in his arms, Sayero rubbed his temples with his fingerbones, and Helo leaned against his chest, waking up to the sound of a clear heartbeat.

In a daze, he felt that his legs were wet and sticky, and Helo subconsciously covered his abdomen.

A new life is about to be born there.

His belly will soon grow bigger, and he will be able to move like a real pregnant woman, and he will not be able to protect himself, and he will become a burden to Sayero, rather than a hero who fights alongside him.

Helo closed his eyes in grief, tears streaming uncontrollably, and his stomach really seemed to bulge—the offspring of him and Shayero.

A sense of contradiction between fear and sweetness filled his chest. A pair of hands swept away the hand that covered his abdomen, clenched it in the palm of his hand, and interlocked his fingers like a locked lock.

He opened his eyes dimly, and stared down at Sayero.

The bottomless love enveloped him like a whole universe, he lowered his head and kissed his forehead, his moist and warm lips gently rubbing his cheek: "Are you better?" ”

He shook his head, turned his face in resentment, and ignored Sayero.

Sayero hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Angry with me? ”

If you don't get angry, you can have a ghost! It's just □□! Moreover, in the case of his body being transformed......

Sayaro doesn't seem to care about his wishes at all, doesn't care about him at all, just simply possesses and vents his desires, and even uses him as a fertility tool.

He closed his eyes, confused, and felt the negativity spread through his lungs like a poison.

Even when embraced, the chill goes deep into the bone marrow.

Unable to break free from Sayero's embrace, his lips trembled, and he squeezed out a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Let me get pregnant like a woman, is this my punishment for betraying you... Exceptional"

"It's not." Shayero's breathing rhythm tightened visibly, holding him firmly in his arms before Helo could break free of him, "This is healing, Helo. ”

Helo writhed, furious: "Treatment? What kind of treatment is rape and humiliation for me with this modified body? Like this... What's the difference between you and Isaiah's pervert...... Sayero, I hate you big hypocritical liar! ”

"I didn't break my word, Helo. This is not the reality here. ”

His face was turned over, and Sayero clasped his waving hands, his eyes dark like a swamp, and like a deep universe, swallowing his mind and heartbeat into it.

"Even if I think about it, I will endure it for you. It's just that this memory, I must engrave it deeply in your mind. Your lover is me, your nightmares must be me, you should think of me when you are happy, and you should think of me when you are afraid. Sayra's hand slid down his cheek and landed on his abdomen, the tip of his nose against the tip of his, his eyes closed, and the voice of confession was low to sensational.

"So thoroughly for all of me... No one can take any of your part. ”

He furrowed his eyebrows, forced himself to do something, and smiled: "Which of the two of us do you say is sicker?" You call me a pervert...... That's right, I am. It's just that I don't dare to admit it in front of you, and I have to maintain the image in your heart all the time, pretending that I'm so tired. ”

Helo froze there. He never knew that Sayero had fallen so deep for him, and even after confirming his intentions, he was not sure of that depth.

But what is obvious is that he has always been too self-indulgent.

His nerves relaxed, and he realized something.

It's not reality......

-- Also, this house, these furnishings, have a dreamlike unreal feeling...... How could this be a reality when he first entered Sayero's brain?

Because a qiē happened too suddenly, he confused a qiē.

So, he's not going to get pregnant? Can he fight alongside Sayero?

"You don't talk makes me feel so flustered... Helo, forgive me for being so stupid and can't think of a better way for you to forget the fear that Isaiah has imposed, don't hate me, okay? Shayaro's whispered moans were hoarse and sensational, taming every cell of Helo irresistibly.

Annoyed by such a self, Helo gritted his teeth unwillingly: "It's not so easy to ......"

"Huh?"

"Old bastard! Rapist! Don't think that this will erase this fact! It's not true, but that's what you're craving...... Take me cāo to pregnancy and conceive your baby! ”

Sayaro narrowed his eyes: "Hmm... I can't refute this allegation. ”

Unexpectedly receiving an undisguised admission, Helo was so angry that he grabbed the rabbit-eared hat casually, slapped it in Sayero's face with a menacing gesture, broke free from his arms, and grabbed the picture frame, the computer, the headphones, and the chair before Sayero could get up and grab him.

"Hey, calm down... Although this is a virtual space, the human body simulates the pain sensation on its own......"

Sayaro hugged his head and ran around, dodging the things that kept smashing him, pinning the little lover who was mad at him against the wall, taking advantage of the other party's kicking and kicking in his arms, Sayaro grabbed the crumpled hat and put it on his head, and lowered his head and kissed him without warning.

The soft tip of his tongue gently pried open his closed teeth and poked into Helo's mouth with ease. He tried to resist Sayero, and a sweet taste spread from the tip of his quivering tongue, crumbling all his defenses, and even his soul was sucked away by this extraordinarily tender kiss.

Suppressing the □□ of the resurgence of the tide, Sayaro left the other party's lips in time with restraint.

As if some strange mechanism had been activated, Helo fell silent.

His breathing was still rapid, but his head was down, and a reddish tip of his nose peeked out from under his soaked hair, and the rabbit ears that had been pulled down were so cute—and even worse, Heloh was □□ and damp at this time, and his neck and chest were full of speckled kiss marks.

This effect is no different from seducing Sayaro in a sexy uniform.

"It's terrible..."Raising his hand and scraping the nose of the young man who had turned into a rabbit again, Sayero smiled bitterly to himself, glanced at his belly that was excited again, and let out a lament in anguish, "It's always so cute, I really can't help but turn into a beast......"

"Alright... I'm going to get out of here. The lower Helo's head became, the lower it became, and the more it pressed against the wall, it became a wall sculpture. Where can he escape? This space is clearly created by Sayara.

Saya Luo pinched his rabbit ears inch by inch: "Let's give birth to a litter of little rabbits here before going out, okay?" ”

In an instant, the rabbit fur seemed to stand on end, and Helo stared at him with wide eyes: "Sayero...... I'm warning you! ”

"Just kidding." Still mild, the look of regret was still gentle, and Sayaro reluctantly let go of him, closed the virtual space, and stood up from the training pod with the person in his arms in his arms.

Holding down the back of the neck of the man who was struggling slightly, Sayaro traced his fingertips one by one through the steel nails that had been laid for him. Helo shrank his head, and finally hesitantly leaned on Sayero's shoulder, handing over the weight of his whole body, and reaching out to wrap his arms around the other man's broad back.

"I wish I had this territory......" Helo muttered softly with his fingers open.

He is so stubborn that he doesn't want to stand behind Sayaro forever, carefully protected by him, he should have his heart, and he should have his back, witness his strength and vulnerability, just as Sayaro even has his fears, they have their own attachments to each other that they can't give up.

"It's yours. From now on. ”

Shayero replied and walked out of the training pod with him in his arms.

Helo got out of his arms and walked towards the several sets of combat uniforms hanging on the wall of the training cabin, took them off and looked at them lovingly, and Sayero hugged him from behind: "I'll help you put them on." ”

Heloh nodded, leaning obediently against him.

"Knock knock—"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and a person pushed it open, and it closed in fright: "Captain Aa Alex!" ”

"Give me ten more minutes." Sayaro's face did not change his face and replied.

Helo nervously grasped his wrist, knowing what he was going to ask, and Sayero nodded, and Helo smiled with a tearful face and a stubborn look.

After helping Helo get dressed, he stood there and looked at the young man in front of him seriously.

Helo looked at him sideways, his eyes bright, his thin back pressed against a straight gun, and he remembered the weak child as if sharpened by a knife and axe into a warrior.

What's worse is that he exudes an indescribably sharp sex appeal just by standing there with a gun, and Sayaro feels that he is simply obsessed, and his eyes can't leave him for a moment.

Why is this kid so cute?

Because of Sayaro's gaze, Helo gave birth to an unparalleled courage. He walked up to Sayero, bumped him on the shoulder, and was domineering: "Hey, why don't you set off yet?" ”

Sayaro grabbed him by the waist and pressed him against the door, carefully tying each of his belts, and Helo leaned against the door as happily as a spoiled kitten, enjoying his service, and then examining him like any couple in love.

As his hand swept over Sayero's chest, Herro tugged at his zipper and made a tie-tie motion. poked the other party's sexy Adam's apple in the gap of the zipper, raised his eyelids and hooked him, and used a coquettish tone that had never been used before, "Brother, master, you are so handsome......"

"Is it the brother or the master?" Sayero's heart was tickled, he narrowed his eyes, grabbed his earlobe warningly, and touched his belly, "Or husband?" ”

Helo had enough of him, withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows, and smiled coldly: "None of them." ”