Operation Red Book

As their breaths intertwined, Dorian's eyes flashed.

Under the hazy moonlight, the olive color becomes deeper and brighter.

He also seemed to be dazzled by the beautiful night scene, and could only hum in response to the beige in front of him.

"Uh-huh……"

After getting the answer she wanted, Ivy stepped back.

The fingers on her shoulders slid down slowly along the silky shirt.

Through the shirt, Ivy could clearly feel the bulge inside.

Chaotic, crisscrossed...

Those were the injuries Dorian sustained while rescuing the dying Ivy and Joshua.

What caused such serious damage to the demon was not only another powerful demon, but also the deadly barrier set by SCO.

Ivy's shiny black eyes trembled, and a strong sense of sadness suddenly surged into her nose and eye sockets.

She gently pressed the long protrusion on the left side of her abdomen. The wound there had not yet healed. Ivy could feel the newly grown flesh and the thick scab on the edge.

"Hmm--"

Dorian groaned in unbearable pain, and shook his body uncontrollably, his legs unexpectedly pressing against something hot and soft.

After all, he was still a two thousand year old child who was ignorant of the ways of the world. He had some doubts, but did not dare to act rashly.

Ivy continued to caress his wound gently. As their eyes met, she bit her lip, trying her best to suppress her emotions that were about to collapse.

"So many injuries...does it hurt?"

she asked with a trembling voice.

After saying this, she lowered her head, not wanting Dorian to see her tears.

But he still found it.

Ignoring Ivy's serious instructions, he frowned slightly, raised his fingers lightly, and stroked the tear-stained cheek.

Her cheeks were hot, and the delicate hairs brushed across his fingertips, tickling his heart.

"Don't cry, don't cry...it doesn't hurt at all..."

Dorian smiled comfortingly, but his smile was pale and weak.

"This little injury is nothing to me. I am a demon. My wounds heal very quickly. Don't cry, don't cry..."

He gently wiped away the tears from Ivy's eyes, but was burned by her cold eyes like a blade and immediately lowered the corners of his mouth.

"Ivy..."

"I told you not to touch me without my permission."

Ivy's tone became extremely cold, and her eyes were full of reproach, completely devoid of the warmth and affection she had previously shown.

"Feel sorry……"

"late……"

Ivy tilted her head but leaned forward even more.

"I...you...you're so close..."

Dorian's cheeks flushed slightly, he clenched his fists, and unconsciously looked away.

"Look at me!"

Ivy snapped.

She pinched Dorian's chin with one hand and turned his gaze away.

There was a hint of panic in Dorian's eyes, but he still looked seriously at Ivy's burning eyes.

"do you like me?"

But Ivy's tone suddenly softened, as if on purpose, in short, it was unpredictable and irregular.

She stroked Dorian's face, and her other hand quietly moved up to unbutton a few buttons on her chest.

"like……"

Dorian did not resist, allowing his shirt to gradually become loose.

The coolness climbed up the skin on my chest and gradually spread along the bumpy arc.

Ivy didn't stop fiddling with the buttons of her shirt as she boldly reached inside, past every inch of Dorian's skin.

"Don't……"

The heat from the fingertips burned the skin and ignited every sensitive corner.

"don't want……"

A wet and sticky feeling came from my chest, followed by waves of numbness and dull pain.

The refreshing feeling spread from the small red dot to the whole body, like a heavy rain pouring from the sky, soaking every cell and blood vessel.

"what……"

Ivy roamed freely on his body, and the pleasure of friction replaced the pain of the wound at some point.

Dorian's body was trembling slightly. He tilted his neck back and raised his thin waist high off the seat with his muscles tensed.

A thin layer of sweat covered Dorian's body, especially his forehead, where the sweat concentrated, although he had too many spots on his body to count.

"Ivy... Ivy..."

"Shh-"

Ivy's hands climbed up Dorian's neck again and blew warm air gently into his ear.

"Do you like me like this?"

The black eyes gleamed in the darkness, looking dangerous and alluring.

"Like... uh... no... no..."

“Yes… … ”

Ivy kissed the corner of Dorian's trembling mouth, then stretched out her nimble tongue and licked the side of his neck heavily.

"Then are you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll do this..."

"how?"

"what!"

Ivy suddenly felt nauseous and squeezed Dorian's chest hard, triggering a new round of tremors in him.

"This feeling... is different..."

Dorian lowered his head, gasping for breath and slurring his words.

"no the same?"

Ivy's eyes flashed. She was more sober than ever and knew exactly why she was doing this.

"It's different from the things I'm afraid of..."

"is it?"

Ivy hooked her finger and rubbed circles up and down the bite mark on his collarbone.

"Tell me, what's the difference?"

Dorian moved his Adam's apple, and an ambiguous red mark spread across his fair skin, appearing particularly eye-catching at this moment.

“When touched by holiness, I felt only pain and suffocation, as if I were tied with stones and coaxed into falling into a flowing river.”

"But when you touch me, I... I just want more, whether it's pain, suffocation, caressing, or scolding..."

"I want...I want you to do this to me. I deserve it. I deserve it..."

After saying that, he slowly raised his head, panting and looked straight into Ivy's eyes.

In the reddish olive color, a moist mist enveloped the entire eyeball.

The faint light like a night pearl sparkled in his loose pupils, and the flushed corners of his eyes dotted beside his blinking eyes, making the boy look even more adorable.

The devil's charming and delicate face became blurred and soft at this moment, and her blushing face lay obediently in Ivy's palm, looking like a plate of fragrant, soft and sweet French cake.

"Ivy..."

Dorian called Ivy's name softly, his shirt open wide around his neck, his whole body exuding a strong sense of affection and love.

"Ivy..."

"Hold my waist."

Ivy said coldly. She seemed to be holding back something. It was hard to tell her expression or what she was thinking.

Dorian blinked. He was a little confused and didn't know what to choose.

Seeing that Dorian didn't take any action, Ivy opened her determined eyes wide and threw herself forward.

"I said, hold my waist."

Her eyes were red as she clung to Dorian's neck tightly, and her body moved rhythmically according to her thoughts.

"Well--"

"Ivy..."

Dorian gently held Ivy's waist and let her softness rub against his body.

As their love deepened, their figures gradually intertwined and blurred in the night, and finally dispersed into a warm firework.

"Please...Please..."

After it dissipated, Dorian held Ivy's watery body tightly in his arms.

He kept kissing Ivy's neck, his movements devout and careful.

"Please..."

Unfortunately, the girl refused to appreciate it. She pushed Dorian away, pulled up her collar that was hanging on her elbows, and walked out of the room without looking back.

"what……"

Dorian tilted his sweaty neck back and covered his eyes with his hands helplessly.

The moonlight shines on the black satin trousers, giving off an ambiguous, sweet, and moist luster.