Dotore from Genshin Impact is my teacher

"So happy that I forgot about home"

Glass after glass of wine went down her throat and into her stomach. Chen Xi's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her mind was a little hazy. Holding up her glass, she exclaimed, "Hahaha! Delicious! More, more!"

Thomas snatched the glass and emphasized, "This is wine! Don't drink it!"

Chen Xi's face stiffened: "Alcohol?!" Will drinking it make me stupid? It's said that alcohol affects brain development, is my chemistry teacher lying to me?

(1. Severe damage to the brain: Alcohol causes vasoconstriction and reduced blood flow to the brain, leading to hypoxia in the cerebral cortex, intellectual decline, inattention, decreased memory and judgment, and increased risk of visual impairment;)

(2. It has neurotoxic effects: it affects blood supply and nerves to the brain, causing brain atrophy and accelerating the aging and death of brain cells;)

(3. Other: Primarily, alcohol affects the brain's functions such as breathing and perception. Alcohol can slow down breathing and lower body temperature, and in severe cases, it can be life-threatening. It is important to quit drinking as early as possible.)

(Friendly reminder: Don't drink just anything like the main character.)

Thomas looked at his still-childish face: "Are you an adult yet?"

Chen Xi answered very honestly, "It seems not... a few more days." Why do people always ask me this question? Is it because my height has shrunk?

"..." Who gave him the drink? Don't they know minors can't drink alcohol?

"The patriarch is back!" a voice came from outside the door.

Since he had already drunk the first sip, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Chen Xi drank the entire pot of wine along with the pastries. He was completely drunk, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, as if he was about to ascend to heaven on the spot.

He vaguely saw a tall, blurry blue figure push open the door and walk towards him. The boy rushed over and hugged his arm, unable to break free, as if he had stuck to him.

The boy's voice reeked of alcohol: "Brother... why did you take so long to come? Don't you want me anymore?"

Having just finished his business, Ayato Kamisato, unaware of what was going on, looked at the boy clinging to him and asked, "Thoma, what's wrong with him?"

Thomas explained, "He was drunk..." He didn't know what else to say.

Ayato Kamisato scooped the boy up in his arms, ready to take him away: "How could you give him alcohol?"

Thomas, forced to take the blame: "...The servant mistakenly brought him wine instead of juice." And I'm still the one taking the blame?

The boy's voice was weak as he clung to him, "Brother..."

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"I am not your brother."

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he rubbed his head against the person holding him as if it were his own brother: "You are, don't even think about abandoning me..."

Ayato Kamisato wasn't good at dealing with kids who would cling to him the moment they met, so he looked at Thomas with pleading eyes: "Thoma?"

Thomas made a swift escape from the scene: "May the head of the family have good fortune; I still need to cook for the young lady."

Having no other choice, Ayato Kamisato placed him beside the bed and, following his lead, asked, "Your brother... what's my name?"

Boy: "...Scholar...you're a madman..."

"Code name?"

"..." The boy did not answer his question, but just stared blankly, lost in thought.

"..."

Forget it, judging from his confused state, I won't get anything out of him anytime soon. I can't bring myself to harm a child.

The boy's hand had somehow grabbed his sleeve, looking at him pitifully. Ayato leaned down and asked, "Can you let go?"

"Brother, hug me..."

His eyes were just like Ayaka's when she was a child—innocent and clear, with a hint of naivety, making it hard to refuse him.

“…Okay, hug.” Ayato picked him up, just like he used to hug his younger sister.

The drunken boy, completely unaware of what he was doing, tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, questioning his "brother":

"Brother, why did you hurt them?"

"I know, I know everything..."

"I am a god! But I can't save them! I can't save anyone!"

"I can't even save my own men, I'm such a useless god..."

"..."

"Please speak!"

"Why did you hurt them?" The boy's voice was hoarse, his eyes wide with anger and bloodshot, and he pounded his fist on his chest.

"..."

"..."

It turned out that the "scholar" had harmed his subordinates, and he, who considered himself a "god," was powerless to do anything about it. He had identified himself as a "scholar."

Ayato Kamisato comforted him, patting his back repeatedly with her right hand, and the boy quickly fell asleep.

"Find out what relationship that scholar has with him."

A black figure appeared in the house; it was none other than the ninja from the Final Fantasy: "Yes." Then it vanished.

……

Dreamland

The young man with light blue hair, dressed in a researcher's uniform, held a knife in his right hand, the blade stained with residual blood. He removed his mask with his left hand, revealing an undisguised madness in his red eyes. In the past, the boy would have assumed it was cosplay and rushed over to ask for his WeChat, but his current situation was far from ideal.

The boy's limbs were fixed to the experimental table, and his constant struggle caused the places where he was restrained by the special material of the restraints to turn red.

I tried to summon a rock shield to break the binder, but found that I couldn't use elemental power at all.

The boy's voice trembled, choked with sobs: "Brother...brother?"

The young man's face was inches away, his gentle breath caressing his skin: "What, am I not handsome? My little god..."

How can I make you never leave me?

"Brother, please, don't..." The knife in his hand was particularly frightening. His slender hand wiped away the boy's tears, and the blood from the blade dripped onto the boy's delicate face, which was then wiped away by his hand.

"It won't hurt, it'll be fine in a bit." What was meant to be comforting words sounded incredibly ominous to the young man.

"Brother, no..."

The young man injected him with anesthesia in his waist and then used a knife to dig out his patella.

"That way you'll never be able to leave me..."

"you are mine."

"I hate you, Dortore..."

The boy's words seemed to provoke him, and he pressed down on the boy and began to humiliate him.

……

The boy stopped struggling and seemed to resign himself to his fate, kissing him willingly. The young man stared at him with burning eyes, as if he were looking at a beautiful piece of jade.

He retaliated, biting the boy's lips hard and relentlessly ravaging them with an almost beastly biting motion. Both of their mouths were filled with the taste of blood. Looking at the boy's swollen lips, he leaned closer to the boy and said, "Let me tell you, even if you are a god, you cannot escape my grasp."

"why?"

"you are mine."

(1000 words omitted here; I dare not continue writing, afraid he'll just shut me down?﹏?.)

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Reading novels by fellow writers really gives me a lot of inspiration. I feel like they're all experts, and my own writing skills are still lacking. I'm only good at writing argumentative essays.