Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

For the first time, Vermouth discovered that forcing others was so pleasant.

As she thought about it, her gaze quietly fell on Fūya Rei again, and the smile on her face became increasingly wicked.

Feeling that fiery gaze, Furuya Rei straightened his posture, tapped the ground with his cane, and gracefully reminded, "Mr. Kikuchi, aren't you leaving?"

Vermouth AKA Kikuchi: "...Let's go."

After leaving the laboratory, the two drove to a hotel for lunch.

Sitting at a table next to the floor-to-ceiling window, Kikuchi took the menu and slowly began to read it. After a while, he ordered a few dishes, then cast a deep gaze on Rei Furuya sitting across from him. His magnetic voice was filled with power: "I ordered your favorites. Try to finish them all. Accompany me to an event tonight."

Rei Furuya sits with his upper body straight. Under Bourbon or other personalities, this posture would appear elegant and dignified or serious and indifferent, but looking at it now, it gives people a sense of fragility and pity of pretending to be strong.

A flash of admiration flashed across Kikuchi's eyes. He picked up a pair of tweezers and took out a few ice cubes from the small refrigerator beside him and put them in the glass.

The sound of ice colliding is crisp and chilly, which makes people subconsciously think of the thick ice and white snow in winter.

She opened the Baileys on the table, poured half a glass, and then added most of the milk. After shaking the glass gently, she pushed the glass in front of Furuya Rei and ordered, "Drink."

Fūya Rei fumbled for the wine glass, and his fingertips lightly touched the glass. He was startled by the coolness of the glass. He leaned back in resistance, pursed his light-colored lips, and said stubbornly: "I don't know how to drink..."

Before he could finish his words, Kikuchi interrupted him coldly: "Do you want me to go back to your room and teach you, Amuro-kun?"

Fūya Ling immediately shook his head violently, reached out to pick up the wine on the table and took a big sip, then choked and started coughing continuously.

The guests at the next table looked reluctant. It was obvious that the blond young man didn't know how to drink. No one would force others to drink.

He wanted to say a few words of advice, but when he stood up and turned around, he was met with the man's dark eyes and cold aura. He sat down again in a daze, muttering to himself, "I just felt like there was water on the chair."

The meal took a long time because the blond young man was blind and had difficulty moving, but the man sitting opposite him kept forcing him to move.

Only after the two of them walked away did he sigh and say with a hint of laughter in his tone, "How pitiful."

He checked out and left. After returning to the car, he reported to his boss: "Mr. Kikuchi is still the same as before, but he is going to the club tonight and will bring a new lover with him."

After finishing the report, he started the car and left.

In the parking lot, in a white Toyota.

After watching the car leave, Kikuchi chuckled and said, "This club is really rigorous."

Fūya Rei sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, his cane resting on his knees. Hearing this, he said calmly, "This restaurant is owned by the club, right?"

Hearing him formulate the question in a declarative tone, Kikuchi propped his chin with one hand and said, "You guessed right. This is why I brought you here for dinner."

"As long as we can deceive the club's sight, we will have unimpeded access to the club."

Fūya Rei nodded slightly: "I will cooperate with you."

Kikuchi checked the time and said, "It's 2:30 PM now. We leave at 6:00 and can arrive at the club before 7:00. We have three and a half hours to get ready."

He drove towards the nearest organization base, which was a bar, a small base in a remote location with little traffic, and only a few people in the organization knew about it.

After arriving at the bar, Kikuchi took some simple detachable weapons and quickly hid them in various places on his body.

After he finished pretending, he looked at the calmly sitting Fūya Rei on the sofa, walked over with steady steps, and asked casually, "Don't you want a gun for self-defense?"

Fūya Ling tapped the cane on his thigh, his voice rising slightly with the youthful energy and recklessness: "The cane is my weapon."

After resting for a while at the bar, Kikuchi glanced at Furuya Rei, rolled his eyes, and said seriously, "Once we enter the club at noon, they will be keeping an eye on us. Amuro-kun, we need a reasonable explanation for the time before we enter the club tonight."

Sensing his eagerness to try, Furuya Ling asked with a half-smile, "What do you want to do?"

Kikuchi curled his lips, revealing a smile that was not in line with his character. His voice was low and ambiguous: "Play some...adult games."

The smile on Fūya Rei's face deepened, and he said cooperatively, "Then let's have some fun."

Kikuchi looked at him deeply, and marveled in his heart that Mr. G’s personality should be his partner!

He turned and walked out of the bar. In less than a minute, he came back carrying a familiar disguise box. In front of the bartender's shocked eyes, he grabbed Furuya Rei's arm and led him to the basement.

Fūya Rei followed at a leisurely pace, his face calm, but his voice was filled with panic: "Sir, please don't go too far..."

The basement door was closed. Under Kikuchi's command, Furuya Rei took off his coat, lifted the corner of his shirt, and let him draw something on his waist, wrists, and neck.

Two hours later, Kikuchi packed up everything and turned to look at his masterpiece, full of amusement: "Alright, Mr. G."

Only then did Fūya Rei pick up the blind stick from the table, and his vision suddenly brightened.

He raised his wrist and took a look. There were several deep and horrific bruises on it. The same was probably true for other parts of his body.

He adjusted his mood, his body trembling slightly, holding the cane tightly in front of him, as if he was holding the only weapon that could protect himself. When he tilted his head slightly, the pinch marks under his neck were faintly revealed. This kind of vulnerability revealed inadvertently was extremely attractive.

On darker skin, it is even more coveted.

But he still tried to cling to that bit of dignity, which not only failed to arouse people's sympathy, but instead made people want to drag him into the quagmire and watch him completely degenerate.

Kikuchi's original observation and appreciation gradually changed and began to lack merit.

He walked forward, roughly pinched Furuya Rei's jaw, forced him to face him, and rubbed his cheek with his fingertips like teasing a cat.

Fūya Rei's long eyelashes trembled in fear, with a forced calmness on his face. He bit his lips lightly, and when his empty eyes looked over, it was even more able to arouse people's sadistic desire.

"Does my acting need to be improved?" Furiya Rei noticed someone's surging adrenaline and suddenly asked.

Kikuchi suddenly came to his senses and wanted to slap himself again.

He immediately let go and said weakly, "You acted very well."

It's just too good.

"It's almost time to set off," he said.