rambunctious lover

"Well, it's like I want to eat you."

In Ranpo's ear, Onimui Tsuji's voice was hoarse and restrained.

"……do not understand what you're saying."

He struggled uneasily, but was pressed even tighter, and even the last gap between the two of them was lost.

"Hehe, are you being shy, Luanbu?"

Ghost Mai Tsuji asked with a smirk.

No, men don't really want to know the answer.

It's just a despicable way to play him, that's all.

Edogawa Ranpo was very annoyed, he turned his head to avoid the scorching gaze from above.

What catches the eye is the snow-white walls and the "beginning" that will come at an unknown time.

Silence kills people.

His hand was held by Onimai Tsuji and raised above his head, revealing a white and slender wrist from the wide bathrobe.

The so-called "slender" is of course relative to men.

If only he persisted in exercising, he wouldn't fall into such a passive situation.

Luanbu wanted to escape, but his fingers interlocked against his master's will first.

what-

Now it was an unspoken invitation to him.

"Ha ha."

Wu Mi laughed again, the joy in the laughter was obvious.

Ranbu didn't know how to describe this sound.

Like a hummingbird flying overhead, fleeting and gripping.

"What are you thinking?"

"...Shut your ass..."

The poisonous snake's Nobuko licked his wound lightly.

"what-"

From Ranbu's mouth came a voice that was unfamiliar even to him, softer and more flattering than usual.

The detective knows what's coming.

He turned his head, and met Guiwu Tsujimeihong's vertical pupils viciously, and there was a bright desire in them.

"What are you doing!"

The detective knows what's coming.

Wu Cang smiled at him, bent down, and a long-awaited kiss landed on...

the corners of his lips.

Ranbu frowned.

"You must think that I should kiss more accurately, right Xiaoranpo? Like...here?"

The man's fingers slipped through his slightly parted lips.

"Well-"

The man is like an experienced driver rushing through the rugged mountain roads, and even the most resourceful detective cannot predict his next move.

No, Edogawa Ranpo doesn't believe in this evil!

Finally, he seized the opportunity to give the opponent a hard blow with his back molars!

"hiss-"

The man screamed in pain, but the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with more spring.

His drawn finger carried a very thin thread.

Luanbu caught a glimpse of Yin Hong on the top, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"Humph."

Wuyou looked at him quietly, with sarcasm in his eyes.

"As I said, ghosts are sensitive to blood. Did you forget, Ranpo?"

"!"

As if to prove his statement, Onimai Tsuji squeezed his chin fiercely, leaned over and kissed him.

The bloody taste left in the mouth stimulates desire.

Between the intertwined lips and teeth of the two, there was a sigh that belonged to Luanbu.

Wu Mi chased and played with him for a while, and untied the already loose bathrobe while he was not paying attention.

Weiliang's hand poked in.

Ice and fire, song and sword.

Edogawa bowed his body in embarrassment, and heard the man lower his voice to tease in his ear.

"You're trying to provoke me to kiss you, aren't you?"

"……roll."

This is not what he wants.

This is what he wants.

"Hehe, what a bad boy."

Ghost Mai Tsuji said in an almost doting tone.

"..."

The prisoner decided to give up his sophistry for the shrewd police officer.

With another groan, he bluffed:

"You don't want me down there..."

"okay."

As soon as he finished speaking with a hint of a smile, Luanbu suddenly felt a burst of pain being filled.

Grass.

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

A flat boat sailed on the turbulent waves, swaying and creaking.

Onimai Tsuji was sprinting while supporting Ranpo's shoulder.

The famous detective's cursing seems to never stop, and occasionally it turns into a crying moan.

The ghost king remembered that this guy is the most afraid of pain.

With pity in his eyes, he hit it harder.

Until Luanbu was like a cat whose tongue was bitten by a bird, it could only whine.

Scratch the heart and scratch the lungs.

Suddenly, there was a slight muffled sound from the entrance.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar stench rushed straight into Wu Mi's nostrils.

A stern look flickered across his red eyes, and his nails dug into Luanbu's flesh.

"Hiss—what are you doing!"

Accompanied by Luanbu's coquettish questioning, Wuyou covered his half-closed eyelids.

After a fleeting white light, he lost consciousness.

Wu Mi walked around for a while without moving, covered his body with a thin blanket, slowly straightened up and pulled out.

"..."

He took a deep breath, picked up a badly wrinkled bathrobe and put it on.

The size is a little small, it is Edogawa Ranpo.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Guiwu Tsuji walked to the window and looked up at the fat raindrops sliding down the eaves.

After a while, loathsome footsteps approached.

The moment someone crept into the room, he turned around abruptly.

"Jade pot."

As if he was afraid of waking up his sleeping lover, he lowered his voice without showing any anger.

Yuhu froze on the spot, her dislocated face was filled with surprise and doubt.

"..."

"Idiot, don't you even recognize me?"

Oni Wu Tsuji frowned impatiently, and pinched Yuhu's throat with his infinitely extended right hand like lightning.

"Wu... Lord Wu Mi?"

Yuhu struggled in vain, and rolled to the ground like his damned artwork, in a mess.

"Say, what are you doing here?"

Of course Onimai Tsuji knew the purpose of his subordinates, but he still had to listen to what he said.

because……

"Me, I heard someone at an exhibition say my artwork was disgusting. So... so..."

Onimai Tsuji bent the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and snorted coldly:

"Isn't what he said the truth?"

"..."

Yuhu's face was blue and white.

It seems that this well-known artist did not have an accurate perception of his own work.

"You can feed on anyone, except this guy lying in my bed right now. Got it?"

The ghost king casually tied the belt of the bathrobe into a bow while talking.

"... Listen, I understand, Lord Wu Mi."

"Very good, you can go now."

He said without looking up.

"Yes, yes, Lord Wuyou. Yuhu resigns."

What followed was a strange scene: the ugly adult man twisted his body like a snake, trying to stuff himself back into the jug.

"..."

A century later, just as he was about to withdraw his head into his lair and disappear without a trace.

"Wait." Guiwu Tsuji stopped him abruptly, "Go back and tell Naruto to dismantle herself into pieces and not put them together within an hour. Otherwise, I will do it myself. You stare at her."

"...obey, obey."

A bone-chilling chill rose from the bottom of Yuhu's feet, and he couldn't help shaking into a sieve, the narrow mouth of the bottle stuck in his throat, almost suffocating.

Edogawa woke up leisurely.

He looked around ignorantly:

"I'm asleep?"

The barefooted man approached slowly with a sullen expression on his face, covering him like a huge shadow.

"You still ask me? It's unbelievable that someone would fall asleep at such a time!"

At this time?

Memories came like a flood.

He blinked and looked at the towering thin blanket, and muttered in a low voice:

"...Isn't that because your technique is not good?"

"What did you say? You say it again?"

The wind that leaked in through the window slit lifted the hem of the innocent bathrobe.

With a startled glance, he could clearly see the man's undiminished desire.

He blushed immediately, looked away hastily, and breathed suddenly with heat.

He also...

Behind him is a man with a dumb smile.

"You can ask me for help."

"……roll."

The trampled self-esteem sings loudly to the intensified desire.

He raised his head and brushed his sweat-soaked short hair, and lifted the blanket pretending to be calm.

"Can't I fix it myself?"

Luanbu turned his back to Wumi, rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could, and clicked the lock.

"..."

He slid straight down the wall to the ground.

Those legs that couldn't support their weight came into view, still trembling slightly.

"..."

He took a deep breath, hesitantly held his iron-hard self with his hot hands, closed his eyes, and the pale face of Kiwu Tsuji appeared in the darkness.

bang-

Startled by Luanbu, he opened his eyes suddenly, Guiwu Tsuji broke through the lock with his hands, leaning against the door and staring at him with a half-smile.

"Are you sure you don't need help, detective?"

"..."

A few seconds later, the familiar, painful and joyful movement sounded again in the bathroom.

"Call me by name."

"……roll."

"Ok?"

Hit hard.

"...No, no misery."

The next day, Edogawa Ranpo appeared in front of the detective agency building with heavy steps.

When passing the coffee shop, an unexpected person stopped him.

"Mr. Ranpo!"

Turning around, he narrowed his eyes in surprise.

"Akutagawa-kun? Why are you here?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and ran out in a hurry when he heard the call.

"Mr. Ranpo...cough cough."

"What's wrong? Take your time."

Luanbu noticed the bean-sized beads of sweat on the man's forehead, and an ominous premonition flashed through his heart.

Is it...

Just thinking about it, I heard him say:

"Silver is gone."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-0220:32:07~2020-05-0410:15:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Qianxizi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!