Little Bosses and Little Monsters

Pink lamps are blatantly at the entrance of a dark alley, at the back door of a small shop, flies and stench sweep the street corner where garbage is piled up into a gray world that no one cares about. Whispering when the moon rises and sets, gnawing on the broken lives and the days of their own extinction.

The sounds of gnawing and licking are sticky intertwined. A stray dog ​​is looking for a mountain of garbage bags in the unbearable hunger. A certain fresh and attractive fragrance guides it to bite open a thick big bag. , a small piece of bright red broken bone protruded from the gap, and the fresh fragrance rushed into its nose, making it wag its tail excitedly.

The smell of meat scrambled to spread in the air, like an invisible signal exploded, and the sumptuous meal attracted more and more wandering beings around.

Big or small, tangled hairballs, messy and incomplete, the sharp teeth of wild dogs and cats tore apart the plastic one after another, happily enjoying those fragmented flesh and bones.

"Wow."

The iron door opened, and a graceful figure emerged from the shadows.The cats and dogs on the garbage dump in front of the door did not leave in shock, but surrounded the woman happily when she came out.

The wild cats are "meowing", and the wild dogs are wagging their tails to please them. They look as cute as domestic ones at the moment.The woman's bright red fingertips caressed a few close ones, and put down a new bag of garbage with the other hand, turned and walked back to the store.

She walked through the narrow room, walked around the newly made bed, picked up the scattered silk stockings, and pulled up the roller curtain of the front door, letting the sun that was already approaching dusk squeeze into the room through the small door.

The woman leaned towards the door obliquely, with her hands in her hands, smoking a cigarette, her long wavy hair half-covered her turbulent breasts, hanging in front of her slender and slender waist, her tight red skirt reached her thighs, revealing a pair of dazzlingly white eyes. The long legs of the human eye.

She is indeed very eye-catching, even though this small shop is in a narrow alley, and her figure is half covered by the door frame, people passing by the intersection in front of the alley can't help but look at her, stare at her, and walk slowly. I don't know anymore.

They all knew what this woman was doing, and the old dark pink light sign at the door said "massage parlor".

When the woman held the slender cigarette between her red lips, she casually turned her head to meet the probing and fascinated eyes of several men.

She curled her lips into a smile, and the white smoke she exhaled obscured her enchanting and delicate face.

A young man happened to pass between the women and the men. He was carrying a bag of vegetables and fish. His developing youthful body was thin and flexible, wrapped in a thin hoodie, exuding fresh vitality.

The teenager stopped, his shoelaces untied.

The woman stared at the boy's squatting movements, his tight skin, fair cheeks, his thin waist under loose clothes, and his straight calves.

The men are bored, and they understand from the eyes of the woman that the woman has lost interest in them, she has a younger and more beautiful goal, and like all the flowers and butterflies that linger in romantic places, she also has the choice to stop The power of the flower, even in a seemingly passive position, does not prevent her from conquering her preferred prey.

It's a courtship that pays off, and the men with wallets waiting to pick know the game has been won.

The people stagnant at the intersection gradually dispersed, but the young man was immersed in his difficult shoelaces, unaware of it.

A shadow was cast on the top of his head, and the young man raised his head blankly, with a straight nose, handsome but still with green eyebrows.

The woman was looking forward to the boy's stunning or shy expression, but there were none of these. The boy glanced at her, and then went on to wrestle with his shoelaces.

Another pair of slender hands suddenly joined the fray, and soon conquered the laces overwhelmingly.

The boy stared blankly at the shoelaces, which had suddenly become honest within three seconds, until a charming laugh came from above his head.

It was the same hand that lifted the boy's chin with a fingertip. The boy wrinkled his nose childishly when he saw the beautiful face that was suddenly close at hand.

The woman leads her young but charming prey back to the nest.

The young man never forgets to carry his dishes, and quietly patrols the dim room, like a young animal full of curiosity about the outside world, tentatively stretches out a paw, and presses on the wet and soft ground outside, which surprises and excites him.

The woman felt that today's prey was very different, very beautiful, and very cute. It was rare for her to meet such a satisfied one. Beautiful figure.

That youthful body was like a huge treasure house waiting to be discovered, the woman licked her lips impatiently.

"Do you want to sit on the bed?"

As if he didn't understand the connotation of the words and what might happen later, the young man sat down when he heard the words, and looked at her innocently and ignorantly.

She nestled down next to her, and her plump and tight body pressed against her tightly. The woman noticed with satisfaction that the boy's body stiffened for a moment.

She started stroking each other's hair.

"How old are you?"

The young man thought for a while, as if he was recalling something, which is very unreasonable, no one needs to think about his age, especially at his age when his memory is perfect, but all these things are done by a young man, it seems so natural and cute loved by people.

"sixteen."

"What a child." There was a teasing arc hidden in the red lips. At this age, she couldn't wait to grow up and be treated as an adult. She waited for the other party's rebuttal.

Sure enough, the young man's face became a little colder, and he stared at the floor in front of his feet in surprise, as if the black spots on the ground were more attractive than her.

The woman hugged the young man's arm more intimately, so that the other party could feel the touch of her chest as if nothing. She didn't realize that she lost her composure today, and she was always a little urgent.

When the boy turned his head, the distance between the two of them would disappear as long as either of them leaned slightly.

The woman stared at his well-shaped lips, which was a provocative move. She tried to take the food away from the other's hand, but the boy stared at her, his hands still motionless.

"It's okay for children, my sister will teach you to grow up, okay?"

She whispered in an airy voice that only the two of them could hear, and the boy lowered his eyes, as if shy to avoid her sight.

The woman smiled triumphantly, took advantage of the victory and pursued, pushed the boy down on the soft bed, and occupied the other's chest like a favored cat.

But just when she was about to get close to the other's lips, the boy turned his head away in disgust, and the woman froze.

There was a strong and undisguised disgust in the boy's downcast eyes.

Sensing that something was wrong, the woman quickly wanted to get up, but was horrified to find that a hand was pressed on her back at some point, and she couldn't move for some reason. She trembled slightly and watched the boy approach him , close to her ear, leaving a sentence that broke her down.

"Your skin is going to rot, you stinky thing."

The woman screamed uncontrollably, and the dogs and cats who were still eating behind the door scattered in shock.

The sky was getting dark very quickly, and the pink light sign shone tiredly in the dim twilight, as if it had been wasted for many years.

The back door of the shop was pushed open, and someone came out lazily, stretching contentedly.

There were three or two wild cats who were still nostalgic for the big meal before, wandering on the wall behind the alley, and stood up reflexively when they heard the sound of the door opening, but when they saw the person coming, they screamed, jumped off the wall and ran away.

The boy dragged a huge black garbage bag and put it together with his peers. There were still pieces of bone and meat scattered on the ground. The boy threw the garbage bag into the corner in disgust, and Still holding his dish in one hand, he left without looking back.

The garbage bag that had been handled roughly was tottering for a few seconds, and finally fell down uncontrollably. A gap was opened at the mouth of the bag, and a long black curly hair came out.

This corner is still forgotten by the world, only the wild cats and dogs who have forgotten their fear will return here one day, but unfortunately no one left a "big meal" for them.

They tore the last garbage bag, exposing a woman's hollow and shrunken skin to the air. The cats and dogs forgot that this was the person who had fed them, and they just looted instinctively. Instead of human bones and flesh, it was the corpse of a strange animal that looked like a cat, with a thin oxtail attached to its back.

Tianwang walked back to "There is a story" procrastinatingly, and knocked the wind chime at the door into a "cracking" sound.

There was a face raised from behind the warm light on the desk.

"I'm home."

Shu Jing saw Tian Wang's sleepy expression clearly, and stood up worriedly: "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Tianwang yawned big, rubbed the corners of his tear-filled eyes, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm sleepy."

Xiaohe came up from the back of the house to pick up the vegetables Tianwang had bought, and Youji squatted on her shoulder, staring at Tianwang vigilantly, but Tianwang was sleepy and didn't bother to talk to him.

"I'm sleepy so early today, go to sleep after dinner."

Tianwang was so tired that he couldn't even shake his head, and walked towards the back of the store with a shuffling pace.

"Don't eat, I'll go to bed first."

"You don't even eat dinner?" Shu Jing looked at his back with concern.

Tianwang's vague and ethereal response spread from the yard to the study.

"Don't eat, I'm full."

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[There is a beast, its shape is like a tiger and its tail is like a barking dog. 】

A side story that has nothing to do with the main storyline.