However, it didn't take long for him to fall into a nightmare. In the darkness, a pair of snake-like arms wrapped around him, invisible lips kissed his neck, kissing all the way down his collarbone, and the stiff, fiery body parted his legs and entered his body.

He instinctively sensed that the person who violated him was not Sayra.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't, even though he knew it was a dream.

"Don't... Get out of the way......" he gritted his teeth and shook his head silently.

Sayaro was awakened by the movement around him, he pushed the medical hatch cover open a slit, and the light leaked in, Helo's face was covered with sweat, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes rolled back and forth under his eyelids, his skin was abnormally red, and his half-open lips were gasping for help, as if he was crying for help in his sleep.

He patted his face lightly: "Helo? ”

Heloh couldn't hear him, his hearing was overshadowed by the murmur of a feminine voice in his ear.

"You will conceive like a woman and give birth to a child that belongs to me and yours, my angel."

"Don't ...... Don't ......"

Sayaro finally heard a little sound from his half-open, half-closed lips, and then he felt Helo's body stir unnaturally beneath him, as if an invisible person was violating him in front of him.

He suddenly thought of something, and his pupils shrank.

When the things in his body are not suppressed, his consciousness can easily wander out of the body, and if he has this ability, then Isaiah also has it. He can harass his Helo with his consciousness, and although it can't cause any practical effects, it's a terrible torture mentally.

until it left an indelible mark on his little Eve's heart.

"Helo, wake up!"

Sayaro pushed the hatch cover open, hugged the person under him into his arms, and took the water and slapped him in the face, but Helo showed no sign of waking up, his legs unconsciously opened wide, he bent to his waist, the crotch of his white antibacterial pants was wet, and he felt an explosion in his skull just by looking at it.

It was like watching this one that belonged to Hero being defiled by another person.

Furious as if he was about to burn his nerves, he blackened his face and dragged Helo out of the medical cabin, carried him to the pool, and rushed all over his head, the cold water soaking his body.

Helo shuddered, opened his eyes in a daze, his wet eyelashes sticking to his eyelids, trembled a few times, and the moment he saw him, he seemed to see a savior, his arms wrapped around his neck like vines, and he was desperately entangled, gasping for breath.

"Hahaha......"

Isaiah shook off the chessboard and leaned back with a smile, contentedly running his fingers over the corners of his lips and the missing half of his skull in a pistol gesture.

"Bang. I '' into your brain, Elling. You can't forget me. ”

Sayaro hugged the thin waist of the person in his arms, put his buttocks on his lap, and suppressed his heavy breathing: "What did you dream about? ”

This is a question asked knowingly, but Helo didn't know what he was doing in his sleep just now, and subconsciously shook his head, trying to empty his brain: "I don't know... I can't remember. ”

The horror of being touched, being entered, and being conceived still lingered in his body, and after he said this, he shivered a few times, and the feeling was so real, as if it really happened.

Only by holding Sayero can he comfort himself that it was just a dream.

"Don't lie to me, be honest." Sayero stroked his back, "Isn't that guy?" ”

Helo shook his head, not wanting to remember the nightmare anymore, but Sayero kept asking, his tone was gentle, but it was like a thin layer of ice, so he remained silent. Not only because of disgust and fear, but also because of the fact that he had such a dream by Sayero's side made him feel guilty for betraying him.

Then, to make matters worse, he felt a sticky patch in his pants - he had a high orgasm in his dreams. But not because of his Creator, his beloved.

He is not complete, pure, and belongs to Sayara.

This thought was as morbid and ridiculous as the concept of chastity, but Helo couldn't let go of his strange stubbornness, he hugged Sayero's neck tightly, and choked up: "I'm sorry......"

Sayero's body stiffened, and his breathing became heavier. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, his whole person was extremely irritable, and he felt irrepressibly bloody. If Isaiah appeared before him, he would kill him at all costs until he could not resurrect his boys.

"You don't need to apologize to me, it's not your fault, understand?" He pulled Helo's face and rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately. The movements were very restrained, but he felt that he was about to explode, and even his voice was hoarse, and his fingertips were so hot that they almost burned through the delicate flesh of the other party: "Isaiah...... He has the same abilities as I do, and I want you to try to resist him. ”

"How?" Helo asked urgently. He felt stupid and fragile now, much less than when Sayero wasn't around, and he was both unwilling and enjoyable.

Sayero couldn't help pinching his chin and kissing it hard, his hot lips brushing his cheeks close to his earlobes, and he bit hard, and he could see blood, and Helo gasped, his spine tingling.

"It's a mark."

Sayaro channeled using the psychological suggestion of interrogation, "Remember how it feels, and when Isaiah tries to harass you again, I'll bite your ear, and you'll get rid of him immediately." ”

"Does that work?" Helo asked suspiciously.

"Not deep enough. Isaiah is using the fear he has caused you to influence you, and there must be another thing that covers it and makes you think of it every time you think of something that your body has been transformed. ”

"Huh?"

Helo touched his ears and looked at him with trepidation, waiting for him to say what it was, his expression like an overly frightened white rabbit, which made Sayaro feel guilty, but he didn't stop his next move - he grabbed Helo back into the medical pod and injected him with anesthesia.

-- In order to heal his psychological wounds, he had to create a new one.

Made by him, with his own hands.

Carefully picking up the unconscious man, he walked into the "virtual space training module" at the other end of the spacecraft, put him into the human sensor, and lay down in it himself, connecting the device.

"Helo ......"

A voice called for Heloh to wake up, and he opened his eyes to find himself lying in the house where he and Shayero had been. His nerves relaxed, and he reached out in surprise and delight to caress the familiar ornaments, and his bedside was plastered with a picture of him and Sayaro, who had been taken before they went skiing together in Japan, wearing a thick down jacket and a bunny-eared hat that Sayharo had bought for him on his head—a birthday present. He looked up and saw it on the windowsill next to the bed.

"Click", and the door was pushed open.

Sahero walked in, holding a glass of warm milk beside his bedside, the smoke of the vapor swirling around his face, rendered so gently in the light.

He stared at this qiē in confusion, confused, unable to distinguish whether this was illusory or reality.

It seemed to go back to one of those best years before the age of sixteen.

What day is it? It doesn't seem that important.

He picked up the rabbit hat and looked at it, then put it on his head, and looked back at Sayaro shyly, a little silly showing two small tiger teeth.

Sayero propped up the head of the bed with one hand, frowned, and stared at him with complicated eyes, as if he felt both pity and self-reproach. It was a posture that was going to lean over and hug him. He threw himself into his arms, looked up and kissed Sayero's face, and closed his eyes happily: "I like ...... here"

This could not be more thoughtful and comforting.

When Sayaro hugged him, Helo thought to himself and rubbed Sayero's cheek with the rabbit ear on his hat, and Sayaro grabbed the ear, rubbed his head, lowered his head and kissed him.

But it's not a comforting kiss.

When he was caught off guard by a kiss and threw himself on the same bed he had slept on as a child, Herro instinctively struggled to his feet, not understanding why Sayero had suddenly done so. Before he could question, a hand cruelly covered his mouth, and Sayero leaned into his ear and whispered like a curse, "Remember what I just said? On how to solve Isaiah's problem? ”

Helo's eyes widened, and the fear of his body being transformed came back to him, but he still couldn't tell where it was, the dream was still reality, his brain was chaotic, and the touches and words he felt were so real.

He curled up in horror, clutching the hem of Sayero's clothes, instinctively resisting his touch. The milk was knocked over in his struggles, and in this room filled with memories of his teenage years, Sayero ripped his clothes like a real gangster. His fingers were hot and rough, revealing a cold taste.

"I'm going to you hard, get you pregnant, and make you pregnant with my baby."