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My senior martial brother really doesn't understand what this " demon cultivator " is thinking. Sometimes when making love, I have to transform into the appearance of my junior martial brother and call myself senior brother, but when I am moved, I have to call him by his real name. Sometimes when he transforms into his true form, I have to call him junior brother.
When I ask him, he just says, "It's fun, isn't it? Secret affairs are so much fun."
You don't understand, cheating really isn't the point.
What's even more frustrating for the beautiful senior brother is that no matter what appearance, he doesn't take the initiative, doesn't force, doesn't drug, but demands that he go and seduce, tempt, and be licentious in every way, demon cultivator instead of being moved by beauty, The correct way a true gentleman, he is only satisfied when he is bothered by the demon, as if he is the one begging for his own despicable person.
He feels that he would rather endure being forced than to turn himself into a bitch.
If you want to know about the junior brother's news, you can seduce me.
To eat, drink, and bathe, you can, come and seduce me.
To go out and see the stars and the moon, you can, come and seduce me.
My senior sister thinks that this demon cultivator holds grudges very much. The first time I cursed at him in bed, it must have left a psychological shadow on him.
But the demon cultivator said, "I know you actually like it the most."
In addition, although the scope of activities is very limited, I don't know if it's because demon cultivator is really too strong or if the heart is too big. Senior Sister Mei's meridians are a bit damaged, but her other internal forces are not restricted, and even her own sword is hanging on the wall in an unhurried manner.
Although demon cultivator is said to be unpredictable, it has hardly ever been angry with Senior Sister Mei. Usually, it puts on a well-behaved and clever appearance, with a strong sense of deception. Sometimes when demon cultivator goes out, it brings back some small items from the folk and a notebook, practicing swordsmanship in the same way as a junior brother. Over time, it actually gives Senior Sister Mei a feeling that there is no difference between being here and being at the sect.
This idea is really terrifying. If one is truly influenced without realizing it, that is truly despicable.
So, after calculating the days of demon cultivator, the beautiful senior apprentice sister ran away.
And got caught red-handed.
The beautiful senior sister was thrown onto the bed, her hands and feet chained with silver rings at the head of the bed. With demon cultivator, she pulled his hair, making him lean back, and bit his throat forcefully, her voice muffled: "You don't listen."
The bitten area shone with silver light, gradually solidifying into a neck ring the thickness of a pinky finger. A similarly thick silver chain completely shackled oneself to the head of the bed.
The neck ring tightened more and more, almost suffocating, causing the beautiful senior apprentice brother to struggle to breathe with closed eyes, intermittently and laboriously calling out, "Junior... brother..."
In the spiritual platform, it's a chaotic mess, with all sorts of random thoughts flying around.
Junior martial brother, it's over.
Why did I run before?
In my current state, even if I see my junior brother, what can I do?
If I can make Junior martial brother live a peaceful and joyful life, it doesn't matter what happens to me.
But if beautiful senior martial brother opens his eyes at this moment, he will surely feel strange. What flows in the eyes of demon cultivator is not anger, but deep sorrow, pity, and panic.
demon cultivator He bit the silver jewelry on her chest and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill your Junior martial brother?" The beautiful senior martial brother hurriedly said, "Don't!"
"Do you still run?"
"No, I don't run anymore, really don't run anymore."
demon cultivator A cold laugh: "But I don't believe it." Then, lifting the hem of the robe, he plunged in freely, and the pain and pleasure instantly spread throughout the body.
In matters of love, it has always been Senior Martial Brother Mei who takes the initiative. The demands for demon cultivator become increasingly excessive. Although I dislike this person, my body is deeply addicted to the pleasure. Sometimes, I can't even tell if those lewd words and phrases like "do me" are forced out or following my body's instincts.
Senior Martial Brother Mei sneered at me, calling me pathetic. Then, when I was about to reach my limit, I let myself moan softly, trying to please: "Whatever you want to play, I'll play with you. Let's play together for a lifetime. I don't want Junior Martial Brother anymore."
demon cultivator His movements suddenly paused, and he asked, "Are you serious?"
The beautiful senior brother smiled, charming and alluring, and said, "Actually, I hate him. He hasn't come to see me for so long, and he's made me look like this."
demon cultivator He withdrew from his body and said, "You lied to me again, and so insincerely. Are you really not afraid of making me angry?"
The beautiful senior martial brother didn't care much: "It's up to you, I don't want him anyway."
demon cultivator turned into the appearance of a Junior martial brother, clinging to the senior brother's white clothes, saying, "Senior brother, did you ask me to do it so many times, and then don't want me anymore?"
The beautiful senior sister raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, go away, I want to spend my life with someone else."
The conversation feels strange, like a confession and a rejection at the same time.
demon cultivator For the first time, I didn't let Senior Brother Meiren take the initiative, but instead locked him on the bed and had a wild time. Since that day, the chain around Senior Brother Meiren's neck has never been taken off the bed again.
Two people also surprisingly agreed, and neither of them mentioned the matter of Junior martial brother again, nor did anyone transform into the appearance of Junior martial brother.
He also became more and more unrestrained, indulging at will, doing whatever he wanted, and showing a variety of expressions in his eyes, with no sense of direction.
demon cultivator I like to pull the chain around his neck and watch him crawl on me like a little dog, rubbing against me, twisting his slender waist, and breathing lightly and trembling.
Suddenly coming back, occasionally I can also see the beautiful senior brother sitting quietly on the bed, his side profile in white clothes, as pure and out of the world as before.
When the beautiful woman turned around, the sound of the chain being pulled was clear and melodious, and her smile was charming and captivating, irresistibly drawing in others.
demon cultivator couldn't help but say, "You look really beautiful when you smile."
This is the second Mid-Autumn Festival after the extermination of the family, only two years have passed, but it feels like a previous life.
The beautiful senior apprentice sister said she wanted to go outside to see the moon, seemingly lost in thought and unmoved by demon cultivator.
Seeing this, the beautiful senior apprentice sister placed the chain around her neck into demon cultivator's hand, leaned over him, and blew into his ear, "Go outside, I want you to please me out there, satisfy me, okay?"
demon cultivator Very resolutely: "No way."
Then he closed the window, not letting in any moonlight at all.
The beautiful senior apprentice brother's eyes were filled with endless sadness, like a stagnant pool, and he no longer paid attention to demon cultivator, turning to lie down on his side.
demon cultivator played with his long hair from behind and asked, "Why did you suddenly want to go out today?"
The beautiful senior brother remained silent.
"Mid-Autumn Festival, do you miss home?"
demon cultivator Looking at the trembling shoulders of the beautiful senior apprentice brother, there was not a single sob, turning the person over, but the face was full of cold water marks.
He wiped the person's face haphazardly, saying softly, "Oh, just one word and you're crying, still the eldest senior apprentice brother."
I'd rather not talk about the senior martial brother. Once the beautiful senior martial brother is mentioned, I think of my junior martial brother, my master, and all the junior martial siblings in the sect.
No matter how long it has been, he cannot understand why the demon cultivator in front of him easily destroyed everything. He couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have a home?"
demon cultivator said, "Yes, I have a brother."
The beautiful senior martial brother was also very surprised to hear that demon cultivator had a family member, considering his usual carefree and unemotional demeanor. He even suspected that he was a person born from a stone. So he asked, "How is your relationship with him?"
"He is my beloved older brother, and I am his beloved younger brother. We both live very well."
demon cultivator Holding the face of the beautiful senior brother, I wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, then suddenly changed the subject: "Hehe, but you are quite pitiful. I used to love secretly watching my Junior martial brother practice swordsmanship under the moonlight from the top of the building. Clearly infatuated like a pervert yet pretending to be aloof, now you can't even see the moon."
"I killed the others one by one, and blood flowed all over."
"Do you hate me?"
The dead water in the eyes of the beautiful senior brother seemed to stir up a storm, but nothing happened. After a long time, in a calm tone, he said, "Is hating you useful? We're going to spend a lifetime together."
demon cultivator Extremely happy, he held the beautiful senior brother in his arms, nibbling on the snow-white skin of his neck. When it turned red, he gently circled and licked it, deeply sucking and drawing out soft moans from the beautiful senior brother.
It's late at night.
In the eyes of the beautiful senior martial sister, there is a flickering blood color, as if with endless hatred.
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