Perslin refused to admit his fears, but it was an indisputable fact that it was a realistic replica of his long-standing nightmare.

Only this time, the object of fear was his turn

His body was naked, naked, and the buttons of his shirt were cut off one by one, leaving his chest open with excitement undulating.

The neck is covered with a huge stainless steel collar.

His whole body was completely immobilized, unable to move at all, and his hands and feet were pulled in four directions, southeast and northwest, and firmly tied with tough ropes, fixed to the four mahogany stakes that seemed to be used to pierce the devil.

The rope sank deep into his pale skin, the scars exposed under his eyelids, unusually piercing, and he could even feel the wail of the oppression of the veins underneath.

Is this the situation that awaits him?

For a moment, he really regretted coming here, and a heartfelt regret welled up in his heart.

Although he didn't presuppose any definite situation beforehand, it was an overly cruel opening.

Wizho listened anxiously to the message conveyed by the stereoscopic imager.

Through the realistic picture effect of the farstar fax communicator, Charlo's face lost its usual indifference, and the hermit signboard, which had always had nothing to do with everything in the universe, was completely removed, and was replaced by a combination of grotesque concern and surprise.

"No one stopped Perslin Rhaeggar! He is like a butterfly that can't wait to rush into the flames, desperate to move forward. If you still insist on going to Nico, then you will have to obey you, for I have no good reason to object. But, I still have to tell you, try to protect yourself, child. You're not fit to play the role of sacrificing for love. ”

He laughed bitterly at himself.

It's really worthy of Charlo, and his empathy is still so accurate, and his hidden desire is broken in one word.

But—soon, he laughed sourly again.

"Well, it's not my turn to play this role."

Wizho whispered to himself in the bottom of his heart, and suddenly felt some kind of faint realization: Charlo's abilities and traits were in some ways a copy of Perslin? The kind of repressed feelings that seem to be cold, even the way of comfort is the same alienation, but it is so appropriate.

He was shocked, could it be that his love for Boslin was some kind of self-rationalization, in order to get rid of his long-standing reluctance and attachment to his father?

He froze at that thought for a moment, and finally shook his head reluctantly, refusing to continue to deliberate.

God knows, since he was a child, what he was most afraid of was analyzing his own psychological undercurrent. Because of this, he is so excited and unable to extricate himself from the kind of guy who nails the core of his desire with a single sentence?

The sound of Shan's flail pushing the door in brought Vizho back to the status quo. He couldn't help but smile at the boy in front of him – indeed, the protagonist of the scene was not himself.

Shan's expression was almost joyful anticipation.

"It's time to go!"

The group of special biochemical soldiers of the Varricorn Star Clan walked in with disproportionately light steps, lined up.

As the soldier approached him, Perslin forgot everything in his momentary horror, and thought only of the most unlikely madness

If Julian were still alive, he would have looked like this: sharp and angular features, and his pupils were pale gray-blue, like the dark sea crystal that Sunset Star specialty. That silent smile expresses all the unspeakable sorrow and helplessness.

However, that hideous creature could not be Julian, it could not be his little brother who had been dead for many years! Its half body is an exoskeleton and a scorpion-like biochemical body with metalized muscles exposed.

Raised by white gold pipes and fine steel cables, almost innocently cocked, pointing straight at him, slowly approaching him.

In this way, trapped in cruel bondage and shock, Perslin had no room for struggle.

Its lips clung tenderly to the skin of his chest, two rows of sharp teeth nibbling back and forth at the trembling skin.

In fear and retreat, Perslin painfully felt his involuntary throbbing.

What an embarrassing situation! When he bit his own lip, it seemed to be drawn deep into his mouth by blood. The sharp teeth of the wolfhounds carefully pressed against the tip of his tongue, as if they were afraid to hurt him.

"Cypress, Bosslin"

Incredible! Its voice was as timid as a child's, and that was the tone in which Julian called him! He almost responded to it, but he still stubbornly resisted the sudden excitement, and reminded himself with all his cold rationality:

That's not your little brother, don't be fooled, it's a majestic and domineering mutant creature that is encroaching on yourself who has no resistance!

"Perslin, you look so cute now, I like it. I'm getting taller and stronger, and I can protect you, and Daboseer says I can do what I want to you, and I'm going to—"

No! Perslin screamed silently, his heart bursting apart, and he could only see the eyes of a young child: a pair of eyes that showed childishness and instinct, looking down on him lovingly. God, that really is Julian's eyes!?

It was half-kneeling, looking at his face, his speechless mouth with the most innocent love, and it began to kiss all over his body...

"Perslin, I love you. I've loved you since you were born. ”

"It's so miserable, it's really amazing love!"

"Please, Ambiguous, let me come back. I don't want to be in sync with his consciousness anymore.'"

"Don't be out! You can't stand it at the beginning, how can you bear it if you go too far, little brother? ”

"I... I can't imagine such a complex disposition—the exponential exponential of desire and resistance reaching its highest point at the same time. If it were any human I'd ever come into contact with, it would have collapsed long ago. But, Perslin, he was—'

"Well, that's right. The relationship between his consciousness and the unconscious also retains the function of self-absorption and self-feedback. It seems that we have come across something really challenging. ”

Across Perslin's inner vision were stumps of stump bone that swirled wildly with the scarlet interstellar vortex.

He felt himself fall from the top of an unknown nebula, without end. The waves in his body died out as they grew, responding to the relaxation and relaxation, swinging and condensation of the bright green torch, moistening every cell and every second of his thoughts.

How long has it been? He gritted his teeth and thought unwillingly. It's all so wrong! Why is he here?

Why did this little monster in front of him have the face of his dead brother, and instilled in his ears the love words of love with his brother's young voice, why did things develop like this?