Chapter 195: Autumn (2)

Sasha opened his eyes in the darkness.

He could barely recall a nightmare he had, only to wake up to realize that there was a reason for it—Lila was riding on top of him, two thighs that had mesmerized dozens of boys clinging tightly to his waist, and hot, bouncy ass grinding slowly and lazily against his belly—and by the way, Sasha was now used to sleeping naked.

He was slippery, and the sheets were gone, and Lila ...... It's a bit unfair to say she's **, but it's hard to think she's dressed, and the things on her body remind Sasha of a fairy tale smart girl (note 1) who is just like the characters in the story - both wearing a fishing net, but Sasha doesn't think that the weight of the brains in Lila's pretty skull is comparable to that of the intelligent and bold same sex - to give you a simple example: she thinks she's immature** has a charisma of enough to rival and even defeat Hypnos (the god of sleep).

With someone else, maybe.

Lila screams (so pressed down by her in time that it sounds almost like a grunt) - and the boy wakes up grabs her by the hair in a very rude way and pulls her off her body.

Sasha exhaled, he turned his head to look at the little clock on the bedside table, it was half past three in the morning, a wonderful moment - if he was still sleeping, there was no doubt that the problem was that he was woken up, and the person who woke him was still a ...... Not very likable guys. He sat up, searched, and found his own sheet under the bed, and he hesitated for a moment, but finally grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around his waist.

"Forgive me for having a hard time saying the word 'welcome,'" Sasha said, yawning softly, "A good girl shouldn't be in a boy's bed at half past three in the morning." ”

"A good boy shouldn't do that to a girl at half past three in the morning." Lying on the cold floor, Lila spread her limbs nonchalantly and said contemptuously, "Unless he's not a 'good' boy at all." ”

Sasha looked at the windows and doors, which were all closed, "I think I can hardly thank you for your concern just as much," he said with a little weariness, "Say what you came here for, or get out." ”

"They let me get close to you, please you, and then ......," the girl shrugged, "to make me stronger." ”

"In this way?"

"I think it's the best." Lila said, "He'd be ecstatic if someone else, oh, of course. The premise is that he is not incompetent or ...... Homosexual," she rolled her eyes slyly, "yes, like you, and that black-skinned Bissandi, inseparable." Dear. ”

She winked defiantly at the boy, only to find that he was not as suddenly enraged as she had imagined, and he looked at her, his eyes glowing silver in the darkness, and she was not sure if it was because they were reflecting the moonlight outside the window, and the closed windows and doors kept the room silent. She was dismayed to find that little Hopkins's breathing was not disordered, and he didn't say a word, ** his upper body. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he looked at her like a curious cat.

And she's the mouse, no, maybe not even a mouse. Just a cockroach or whatever.

"What do you want to do?" Sasha said.

Lila opened her mouth, but she quickly noticed that the boy was just asking himself. He didn't need her answer.

"Okay, you can go, wait......" Sasha said, he noticed that Lila tensed up instantly, and she subconsciously tensed the muscles in her shoulders and hips, "Take this." He pulled the sheet from under the bed.

Lila pursed her lips and took the sheet, skilfully wrapping it around her body twice, tying a beautiful broad tie knot underneath the butterfly bone. The sand linens were all dark blue striped satin, silky and delicate – if you didn't look too closely, no one would notice that it was just a sheet and not a simple, classic slip dress.

Sasha watched her disappear, and the way she left was like a ghost in a horror movie, Lila's body and face became a little blurry before touching the wall, and it was fast, there was no sound, just a blink of an eye, and the tip of the dark blue satin tail was silently disappeared into the gray wall.

***

"You're just letting her go?" Anthony. Hopkins said cheerfully, as if he had heard something very good: "What a lovely little gift the devil bears witness!" I gotta say, kid, you're a little cruel. He crossed his hands and smiled.

Sasha pursed her lips.

"Alright," Big Hopkins spread his palms understandingly, "I'm just kidding, dear, but maybe you'd like to talk to your old daddy?" …… Oh, the agency is out of business, and we all know very well what their idea is. ”

"It was originally part of the deal." "But I don't think Lila really wants to...... I mean, even if she wanted to be stronger, she wasn't very willing to follow my path. ”

"It's the most efficient and fastest way to go," said Hopkins the Great, noting that the abilities of the Adept will improve and change with age, or they can train like a thermal weapon to increase their accuracy and proficiency, or they can deliberately put themselves in a life-or-death danger and force them to improve with the desire to survive, the strongest instinct of creatures. But neither of them is as good as Sasha. Hopkins.

"And the most dangerous." Sasha said bluntly, "Especially for people who don't believe in me that much. "His abilities manifest themselves in two ways, one resembling a sword and the other resembling a needle, the former allowing a person to explode on its own in excruciating pain, and the latter by seeping manipulation into the bloodline, both of which can further stimulate the potential of the Adeger, both of which are extremely dangerous compared to the Anomalous - Anthony. Hopkins used his own method to get some information from the "Agency" about the riot of the Adepts in the G section of the "Tower of Babel", which clearly showed that those who had been temporarily enhanced and expanded by the ability to scatter sand were certainly painful and unbearable when they received the change, but they quickly (a few seconds, at most a minute) felt an exponential pleasure, and that pleasure could even surpass ** and new chemical drugs, and those who did not escape from the "Tower of Babel" had almost this in their minds for the first few days. They didn't care if they were alive or dead, only a strong electric shock would calm them down for an hour or two.

Those who escaped the pursuit of the "hunters" were undoubtedly stronger than them, but the former had already given their own example - Lilith. Mel, or more correctly, Monica. Hefner. They're like bears sniffing honey, and they're going to find Sasha. Hopkins, and the "Agency" will also find them. Maybe they'll tear the "saints" into small pieces and stuff them into their mouths like medieval fanatics do, Hopkins thought, but he'll kill them before they can do anything unfavorable to Sasha. Before the Hopkins thing.

The second is Catherine and Beelzebub. For the time being, they are in this world except for Anthony. Outside of Hopkins, Sasha is willing to reach out and hold and give. Also, people who can accept this power. This way focuses on both ** and feelings, both are indispensable, they must trust Sasha, and Sasha must trust them.

The ability to sand is not as simple as the "agency" thinks. It was complicated, so complicated that even the "ghouls" would not dare to touch it, and the door was still locked.

Should I say that the little girl still has a little brain of her own? But the elder Hopkins thinks there may be something else that prompted her to stop in time.

"I suppose I ought to let you know," said Big Hopkins suddenly, "this afternoon, Mr. Tillman." Your principal and I had a short, warm little conversation – he wanted me to take up two jobs, one, which is what I do now, as a school doctor. The second is a sex education teacher for grades 9 and 10. ”

In Dr. Hopkins's eyes, sex education classes in the eastern part of the Western Continent were generally late, and so was Grande—for a normally developed, mentally vigorous twelve-year-old girl or boy. Pornographic magazines, television, movies, and the overwhelming, ubiquitous Internet taught him enough to hurt others and himself for the remaining fifty years — but the formal course was always long overdue. At that time, the mistakes and sins that should have been committed have basically been done and suffered, and even the wounds may have been scarred, and they will not be happy to hear the chatter again, they will reject it and even dislike it, because it will inevitably arouse some people's remorse and chagrin—and these remorse and chagrin are almost irreparable and irreparable.

Anthony. Hopkins preferred a Western-style approach to education, where sex education classes were too radical in the eyes of conservatives, where children were exposed to things that adults would be ashamed of even adults when they were in fifth or sixth grade, where teachers told them that homosexuality was just as normal and harmonious as heterosexuals, taught them to use contraceptives, set up sex counseling rooms, encouraged dating, and allowed female students who accidentally became pregnant to continue their education — something that was not encouraged in the East, at least, Grande. Mr. Tillman tactfully but clearly stated the concept that Grande must not have students who indulge in erotic games and preferences, that teachers must review the selection of teaching materials by the principal and the school board, that there must be no "quick sex education" content such as how to use contraceptives, that children should not be made to think that they can do whatever they want as long as they do a good job, and that teachers must indicate that all contraceptive methods are a last resort; Strengthen the moral education associated with it – tell the students that the only best way to avoid pregnancy, to get pregnant, to get sick is to "abstain" from sex, that purity before marriage is a must, and that people who can do this are respectable and "cool."

"What do you think?" After reading one of the passages aloud, Hopkins happily stuck out his tongue: "I think a lot of people will scoff at this." "Sexuality, freedom and openness have been rampant on the continent for nearly half a century, and people have sensed the dangers and tried to curb them, but teenagers and girls of this age are simply indulgent and irascible horses, and they will not be happy to wear a halter.

"......" Sasha blinked in confusion, Anthony. Hopkins is not God, and there are things he can't do, but teaching sex education classes is definitely not one of them.

"Look, Sasha, I'm thinking...... My dear, are you lacking in this regard? ”

Sasha felt a little uncomfortable, and he was visibly wary: "I've read a lot of books. ”

Dr. Hopkins shook his head sadly, "But I don't remember you telling me that you ever had sperm?" ”

(To be continued)

I'm sorry, I've had a cold for the past two days, I have a headache, and my limbs hurt...... I really can't lift the strength to code words......

PS: Note 1:

This allusion is taken from the clever peasant girl Catherine

Italian fairy tales.

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