【Ghost Angel】East Of Eden

The first time I smelled this smell was more than 900 years ago. At that time, there were no rebels or thieves, but there was no qualification to sit face to face and talk freely.Originally, he just wanted to see if his sister who was living in the palace was doing well, but when passing by the king's study room, he smelled this smell leaking from the closed windows.

Gentle, faint, but like the smell of sandalwood that has been precipitated for thousands of years.

He didn't want to pay too much attention to the king's life, but when he smelled it, he couldn't move a step.This kind of smell always has a sense of maturity, which is not suitable for such a young king. It smells like a kind of forgotten sadness.He quietly opened the closed window, and saw Wang Li lying on his side in front of the desk.

Wang Li, whose gender is Omega, may be the first in history. As a general, Jin Xin knows this. When the previous king entrusted Wang Li to him, he was also worried that Wang Li would be used and hurt because of this. In fact, it was true. It is precisely because the gender is Omega that Park Zhongyuan can better control Wang Li.However, the true gender of the young king has never been announced to the public, without exception, making the subjects think that the king is a mighty Alpha, and the imperial physicians in the palace tried their best to hide the taste and instinct of Omega time and time again.

Jin Xin didn't know what Wang Li had experienced and endured at that time, he was not qualified to stand beside Wang Li, and this was probably the first time that he had such close contact.

When he was still a general, Kim Shin’s pheromone taste was not like a ghost, but the taste of rich buckwheat wine, so he fell in love with this famous wine belonging to Goryeo.At that time, the influence of pheromones was not as great as it is in the present world. After thinking about it for a while, Jin Xin stood by the window and quietly released his pheromones. He knew that this could help calm Wang Li's restless breath.After a while, Wang Li really didn't seem so uncomfortable, but Jin Xin left quietly when Wang Li turned his head to look at the window.

That one-sided meeting was a secret in his heart, just to prevent the king from causing more criticism and difficulties. It was also the first and only time he smelled the pheromone that belonged to Wang Li. He no longer smelled the smell that seemed a bit lonely to him when he bestowed the sword to go out to fight outside the Great Wall, or raised the sword to triumphantly face death.He vaguely remembered that he failed to control his pheromone when he was dying, and the king on the high platform seemed to turn his head to look at him, but he couldn't see more.

Jin Xin once thought that even if he had an immortal life, he would never smell this smell again, but he never thought that this smell would re-enter his memory in this way at this time.

At that moment, he couldn't think about anything, only the trembling sword in front of his chest made him feel unbearable pain.

What pulled him back to his senses was the sound of glass being smashed on the ground. When he came back to his senses, he looked into the room and saw the emissary lying on the ground trembling. A glass was broken in his hand, as if he wanted to Take it but have no strength.The ghost clenched his fists to stabilize his figure. He had also heard from the messenger that his gender was inherited from his previous life, and that the messenger of the underworld was someone who had committed serious crimes in his previous life.The ghost actually didn't think that Wang Li would become the messenger of the underworld, and he couldn't be sure that even the smell of pheromone would be inherited. It's not uncommon for the smell of pheromone to be the same.

It’s just that there are too many coincidences to call it a coincidence. Even so, the ghost still told himself to calm down first. An estrous Omega was in front of him. He couldn’t use his vain anger on an emissary who had no memory of his previous life. .

The ghost quickly walked up to the messenger and helped him up. Even through the suit, he could feel the messenger's body temperature was terribly high. He turned the messenger's face to himself, thinking that maybe it was just caused by his pheromone. The attraction has not yet reached the real estrus period, but when he saw the other party's flushed face and eyes that were already somewhat unconscious, he realized that he was in serious trouble.

"The inhibitor... is gone..." The messenger suddenly grabbed the ghost's clothes, although the strength was very weak, "The rest are in the tea room..."

The ghost understood what the messenger meant. He hugged the messenger to the bed and was about to leave to go to the tea house of the dead to help the messenger get back the suppressant, but the messenger didn't let go of his clothes. On the bed, the ghost fell on the bed unprepared for a moment, but the messenger climbed onto his body supporting his chest.

This is not a good posture, and the emissary is in an extremely bad state. The ghost has already felt that the pants of the emissary's suit have been wet a lot. The other party held his face with trembling hands, and then approached him unconsciously. "Ghost..." When the messenger called him like this, the ghost clearly saw the uncontrollable lust in the messenger's eyes.

Then the messenger blocked the ghost's mouth in confusion, and gnawed between his lips and teeth without skill.The ghost let the emissary do this, he forgot that for this emissary of the underworld who has not known what the estrus period is for 300 years, no amount of inhibitors will help, the other party can only succumb to Omega's instinct and sink into desire middle.

After this kiss lasted for a while, the messenger straightened up and began to take off the jacket of his suit and the tie that prevented him from breathing. When he wanted to unbutton his shirt, he couldn’t finish it because of trembling hands. It took him a long time to force it Undo the top two buttons.The ghost wanted to help the messenger unbutton it, but the messenger suddenly stopped his movements and looked at the ghost with a somewhat unconscious and surprised gaze.

Perhaps because he finally realized what he was doing, the messenger’s face even showed a hint of panic. He almost kicked the ghost, then turned over and fell off the bed, and ran to the desk in embarrassment—the place farthest from the bed. place——then panting and looking at the ghost: "I'm sorry, I..." For a moment, it seemed like a sudden wave of heat surged into his body, and a moan replaced what he wanted to say, and the messenger slid down against the wall with his legs weak, Hugging herself, "you'd better... go out first."

"Get out?" I'm afraid it's too late.The ghost didn't say the second half of the sentence, but stood up and took off his coat while approaching the messenger by the wall. The pheromones of Omega during estrus are very attractive to Alpha, and the aroused desire does not No less than an Omega in heat.Even though it might be just a coincidence, the messenger with this pheromone smell is too tempting for him. The ghost knows that he can't leave anymore, and the only reason left is probably that he didn't forcefully give the other party away like a beast. on.

The ghost began to release its own pheromone, and the strong smell of blood was powerful and aggressive, overshadowing the sandalwood on the messenger almost instantly.When the messenger smelled the ghost pheromone, his body could not be said to be relaxed or more tense. He almost had no ability to refuse anything. Being surrounded by the powerful Alpha pheromone made him feel comfortable, and the hot tide in his body was together. Bit by bit his sanity was eroded, he closed his eyes, the feeling of hot air swirling in his mind made him feel like he was going to faint, but the novel and strong pleasure in his body brought him back to reality again and again.

When leaning over to hug the messenger, the other party was surprised that there was no resistance at all. The ghost wrapped the messenger's shoulders and knees with gentle movements, and hugged the messenger to the bed again.The messenger's trousers were already wet, and the ghost began to kiss the messenger's lips while tearing off the obstructing trousers.The envoy opened his eyes when he bit the corner of his mouth, and the ghost stopped and raised his head, looking at the envoy's struggling and relieved eyes.

"Do you hate me?" The ghost took off the last bit of the messenger's pants and threw them on the ground, then pressed himself on the messenger, "Or would you rather find another Alpha?"

The messenger gritted his teeth angrily, this was clearly a question that had no answer.He didn't know whether he was driven by instinct or out of a real desire in his heart. The messenger raised his hand and hooked the ghost's neck: "Don't you just want to do this, come on."

Love affairs are always the smoothest when you and I wish. The chaotic pheromones gradually blend in the air, eliciting deeper lust.It was easy for the ghost to enter, and the messenger was extremely cooperative. During this period, his overly sensitive body made him feel almost no pain, only the constant surge of pleasure stimulated him, like pleasure and torture.

The emissary who performed the union for the first time instinctively accepted all the movements of the ghost. They fought against each other on weekdays, but the ghost at this moment never made things difficult for him, and his movements were gentle and careful, as if treating an extremely precious thing.

"Remember what I said before, I will tell you the story about my pheromone when I get a chance."

The ghost suddenly said this, they had just experienced a peak, but the ghost obviously did not intend to just let the messenger go.They actually seldom spoke during the process, only the emissary's unrepressed groans constantly catalyzed the atmosphere in the air, and the ghost never said those blushing words to humiliate him.

The envoy barely supported his mind: "Are you sure you want to say it at a time like... um...?"

"Why, I don't like to hear it." The ghost chuckled, "I think this is the most appropriate time."

The sandalwood smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger. Even though it was only smelled once, the ghost could tell that it was exactly the same smell as the messenger's body at this time.With a lonely aloofness, but also with a coldness that does not want people to approach.The messenger stopped talking, but quietly looked into the eyes of the ghost. The ghost lowered his head and exchanged a soft kiss with the messenger, and then began to speak in a low voice.

"Eight years ago in 930, I was a general of the ancient Goryeo Dynasty, defending the country for the peace of the country. The king I served changed from a wise monarch of the past to a puppet-like boy who was helped by a sycophant. , but out of the late king's will and sincerity to the country, I still loyally assist the young king."

The messenger didn't know why the ghost suddenly used force when he was talking about the king. He was so stimulated by the sensation in his lower body that he almost lost his mind.

"In order to let me die on the battlefield, I was sent out to fight again and again, but every time I came back victorious, the heart of the young king was gradually occupied by jealousy and fear, and finally one day he gave me a sword so that I would never die again. Don't come back, I know that is the last way of survival that the king gave me, and I also know that if I still choose to come back, the only thing that meets me is death."

The messenger began to slander why the ghost could still concentrate on this matter when he was telling history in such a heavy tone. The ghost seemed to see the messenger's absent-mindedness, and retorted maliciously: "Hey, concentrate."

"I'm listening..." the messenger tried to make his voice appear natural, "So, uh... you became a ghost because of that king."

"Ah, this sword that was given by my king to defend the country that belongs to the king was finally ordered to be inserted into my own chest. Because I killed countless people during my lifetime, my hands are covered with countless blood, So even after death, the gods punished me and turned me into this immortal ghost, my pheromone smell may belong to all those people I killed."

After saying this, the ghost pressed against the messenger's body, then put his head on his shoulder, and stretched out his hand to the back of his neck to gently rub the gland there.When the ghost's hand touched the gland, the messenger trembled, and his voice suddenly changed: "Ghost..."

"My name is Jin Xin." The ghost slightly raised the messenger's body and buried his head on the back of the messenger's neck. The sweaty hair itched the ghost's face, but he gently licked the gland.

"Jin Xin!" The emissary screamed out because of the over-stimulating feeling, and the ghost's emotions were quickly withdrawn. When he just talked about the past, he clearly released very sad emotions, but it disappeared in the next moment, as if it was just To tell him a boring story.But at this moment, he has no energy to focus on other things, the movement under the ghost is still going on, and the movement of licking his glands makes him feel dangerous, and he gradually feels his nasal cavity is a little sore, "Jin Xin, you……"

"I know." The ghost's movements were still gentle, and the messenger almost felt the ghost's teeth sticking to the skin, "I will only mark you temporarily, don't resist me too much."

Hearing this, the envoy gradually relaxed his body.The ghost gently rubbed against the gland, the smell was very strong here, and he knew that once he bit through this place, the smell would be even stronger.The ghost didn't hesitate any longer, but its not-so-sharp teeth pierced the thin skin in an instant. He felt the messenger tremble violently, and the hand holding his shoulder became stronger.The smell of more pheromones floated out, and they ended their last passion under this smell. When the ghost raised his head, he saw the envoy's tearful eyes.

Then he accidentally kissed the tears beside his eyes: "Go to sleep."

That day the emissary slept very deeply and for a long time. He didn't wake up until the next morning for more than twelve hours.When I woke up, there was no trace of pheromone in the room. Instead, it was sprayed with some perfume as if trying to cover it up.The messenger lifted the quilt and saw that he had been treated very well, his underwear and pajamas had been replaced with new ones, and the messy suit was not in the room, perhaps he had been taken out for cleaning.

Thinking of this, the emissary couldn't help but blush. Although both of them were willing, the emissary still felt a little unacceptable when he thought of yesterday's scene.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and the ghost walked in with a bowl: "Are you awake?" The other party naturally put the bowl on the bedside, which contained vegetable porridge, "I just went to ask for leave for you, Staying at home these two days, generally Omega's estrus period lasts more than one day, although I don't know what will happen to you as the messenger of the underworld."

Hearing this, the messenger blushed even more. He stammered a thank you and then went to get the porridge on the side. Unexpectedly, he was too nervous and almost knocked over the bowl, but the ghost caught it quickly.

"Hey, don't forget, you were the one who pulled me back yesterday who was going to help you get the inhibitor." The ghost, who found that the messenger was acting too funny at this time, couldn't help teasing the messenger.

"Ah! Can you stop talking!" The emissary didn't intend to drink the porridge anymore. He lay back on the bed and covered his face with the quilt. There was a muffled voice from the quilt, "And the inhibitors in my tea room help me get Are you back? If there are still two days left, I can take medicine, and I don’t need you.”

"You are using me as a prop." The ghost lifted the messenger's quilt, turned him over and forced him to face himself, "Also, take less medicine, you will become stupid."

The ghost's serious expression made the messenger couldn't help laughing, but the next second he restrained his expression and buried himself in the quilt again. walked out.

Perhaps due to the special constitution of the messenger of the underworld, the messenger was safe and sound in the next few days, and there was no sign of estrus. The few days off were purely for him to rest and rest his body that could not even get out of the bed.After resting at home for three days, the messenger returned to work. Looking at the neatly washed suit, he thanked the ghost reluctantly, then put on his clothes and went to the tea room.

The messenger felt as if he had forgotten something, as if he had completely forgotten about it due to the previous estrus, but now he couldn't remember anything.If he can't remember it, he doesn't want to. Anyway, he can't remember as many things as his entire previous life, and he doesn't really care about it.

When he got home that afternoon, the ghost looked at him with a strange expression, which made him faintly feel that it might be related to the incident he had forgotten.It turns out his hunch was right.

"Messenger, I found this in your suit pocket earlier."

He felt a headache when the ghost put the object in front of his eyes.

"Can you tell me what this is?"

What the ghost held in his hand was precisely the phone number left to him by the human woman who made him cry when he first met——

and red lips.

To Be Continued.