Exhausted and falling into a coma, Helo woke up to the sound of rushing water. He opened his sleepy eyes and followed the sound—the bathroom door was hidden, revealing the back of the man bathing, and the picture was too beautiful to be real, almost like a dream.

But this sense of unreality was immediately shattered by a surge of urine.

He propped up his almost naked body and staggered to the bathroom door, burning at the base of his ears the moment his eyes passed through the crack in the door. At the moment of hesitation to push the door, the door was opened.

Sayaro stood in front of him with one hand wiping his hair and a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

The scene was so impactful that Helo involuntarily took a step back.

"When did you wake up?" Shayero stared at him meaningfully, "You can't be peeking at me again, right?"

"It's just... Urgency! This "again" immediately burst Helo's shame and evoked some old memories. He rudely pushed aside the guy who was in the way of the doorway and turned his back, unaware that the position was exposing his miserable ass to the other party.

Shayero closed the door and walked behind him, took him in his arms, and reached down with one hand.

Helo's hair exploded, and Sayero's lips pressed against his earlobe, whispering in that deadly voice, "Pee." ”

He shuddered, his abdomen contracted uncontrollably, and he urinated all at once.

Suddenly, he was ashamed of himself, turned his head and clenched his fists at the face of the person behind him, and was pressed against the wall by the waist, groping with his hands without finding a support point, like a little rabbit choked by the throat. The shower switch was slammed open, bringing the two intertwined figures into a mist.

After a while, Helo was weakly propping up the sink, his legs trembling, and Sayaro took a bath towel to dry his body, his face was not the slightest tired, and the bottom was also half hard and not soft, and the air flow of breath brushed his bare and damp back from time to time, and it seemed that there was still an unfinished heat.

The viscous liquid trickled down the base of his legs, and Helo leaned shamefully on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Sayero asked him five times that night, not counting the one in the bathroom. If it weren't for Sayara's excellent self-control, he would have been killed by him - even without the effect of the Flower of Evil, Sayara's body was far superior to that of ordinary people, and even if he had been strengthened, it would have been difficult to achieve.

And if they do get married......

"What are you thinking?"

The slender and powerful fingers that combed his hair slowly swam across the scalp, swept over the pinna, and pinched his earlobe, Helo's scalp was crispy, he grabbed the bath towel and wiped his hot and boiling face, only revealing a pair of eyes, and asked sullenly: "This... Is it a wedding night? ”

Sayero wiped off the bangs that adhered to his face like aquatic plants, picked up a razor and shaved the blue stubble off his chin, his charming smoky eyes half-squinted, reflecting his face through the mirror.

"Tonight."

"What?"

He thought he had misheard. Sayaro pulled him to the full-length mirror and opened the wardrobe on the side, which was hung with all kinds of men's clothes, which could be a drag competition, and he couldn't help but imagine what Sayaro would look like in these clothes, dressed as a policeman, a cleaner, a waiter, an electrician, a politician, and even a woman. Helor pulled out one of the evening dresses and smirked.

"You're not going to wear this again, are you?"

Sayaro buttoned up his shirt and glanced at it, nodding without changing his face: "When necessary." ”

"Can you wear it for me once?"

He put on a pair of panties, pulled the skirt out, and traced in his head the appearance of Sayero wearing a lady's wig and heavy makeup. He smacked his lips, as if he had completely forgotten the fact that he was by the other party and cried: "It's amazing, I think you must be a big beauty dressed as a woman." ”

As he spoke, Helo turned behind him, one hand propped up the gown and compared it to his tall frame, measuring his waist up and down, taking the opportunity to rub oil on the other's waist and hips.

What would happen if Sayero put on women's clothes and let him do it? When the tip of his nose brushed the blonde hair of Sayero's shawl, he couldn't help but have this ridiculous thought, and he was startled by himself.

Sayero turned around sharply, dragged the dishonest guy behind his back, and slipped the backless evening dress on him. Helo was so frightened that he pushed him, and he rolled over, pressed his knee against the socket of his leg, and his whole body was pressed against the mirror, and there was no room to struggle, so he could only tie the straps of his evening gown slowly and methodically by Sayero. He was still half* naked, and his beautiful snow-white back was lined with crossed shoulder straps.

Not daring to look at himself in the mirror, Helo turned his face away, and a flush spread from the root of his ears to his shoulders.

The evening dress was only hung on him by a few laces, and his back was still vacuumed.

"Who is the Great Beauty now?"

Sayaro slapped his ass viciously, and made a loud sound, and Helo was ashamed of himself, and he couldn't help but roar: "Enough, Sayero, I warn you..."

A hard object suddenly pressed against the tail vertebrae, it was a baton.

"Pretty little one, you've broken the law, and I'm going to arrest you."

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Sajaro didn't stop, but teased him even harder, as if that wasn't enough, he opened the drawer, picked up a neck ring and put it around his neck, and then looked at him in the mirror to see how he was wearing it, and the smoke gray pupils faintly revealed a deep ......

Satisfied.

That look startled Helo.

The thing on his neck was hard, cold, and tough, and Helo looked away, not daring to look directly at the mirror, but he couldn't help but touch it, and a kind of panic and humiliation that had never existed before besieged his body and mind.

Regarding the unknown side of Sayero, at least one thing he guessed correctly -

Sayaro is really an S.

Cezel's admiration echoed in his ears at once: So who had Sayero played these games with, and how many people had worked in this room?

His mood fell to the bottom in an instant, he struggled hard, squatted down while Sayero's arm was slightly loose, got rid of his suppression, took off his evening dress, and raised his eyebrows.

Sensing the change in his feelings, Sajaro picked up his clothes and put them back, picked out a white shirt like a student uniform for the other party, and put it on for him, but was resistantly blocked by his hand.

"What's wrong?" The man who had turned into a beast a moment ago lowered his eyelids gently, and slowly untied his neck ring for him, "Don't like this? ”

"Are you...... Previously here... How often do you play this with others? Helo squeezed a few words out between his teeth, his head bowed, and the back of his neck was strangled with a light red mark under his silver hair.

"Never."

“… Well? ”

The blue eyes that had dimmed under the messy silver hair lit up again, and Sayaro took his hand and tugged it into his sleeve, slowly buttoning him one by one.

"As I said, the identity here is just a disguise, and ...... just now," he said, his fingers running over his Adam's apple and flipping down his collar, his eyes hiding unextinguished embers.

"It's because I want to."

Helo's face turned red.

TBC