masseur

Act six

I lay on Garen's big bed and watched TV. Garen went out to buy things, and within 2 minutes he rushed back like a spy, leaning his back against the door and feeling very nervous.

"Garon, what's wrong with you?"

I looked at the thief-like Garen curiously and asked, someone was busy booing, walked over to me lightly and said:

"Milo, you don't feel comfortable starting World War III, do you?"

I glared at Garen:

"What does World War III have to do with me?"

Garen tapped my forehead with his hand:

"Outside there are men in black everywhere, running around the streets, holding your photo in their hands and asking anyone they see."

"No way..."

I just felt that the situation was a little out of control, Garen nodded:

"I didn't lie to you. I ran back without even daring to leave this street. Miro, you should go back quickly. I guess Mu and the others are also in danger."

I pouted in embarrassment:

"It's easy to say, how do you go back now?"

Garen scratched his head, and was about to say something when he heard a knock on the door, which scared him into shock, and asked loudly:

"Who?"

"Is Mr. Gallon at home? There is a courier from Mr. Saga."

Calming down, Garen wiped his heart and went to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, a black pistol was pressed against Garen's forehead, and then a group of men in black rushed in, and Hades walked in last.When I saw him, I didn't get angry. I flicked off the TV, and I fearlessly looked at the black-haired man who walked to the bed.Hades pinched my waist angrily and picked me up, asking:

"Milo! Why are you avoiding me!"

"Humph!"

I snorted heavily and turned my head away from him. Hades seemed to make a gesture, and the men in black led Gallon out of the room and closed the door.

"Tell me, why are you avoiding me!"

"Hadis!"

For the first time, I didn't address him in the same pleasant tone as I would to a guest:

"You hurt me, do you know that! I can't sit on the bed and watch TV until now!"

A hint of guilt flashed across the green eyes of Hades Lake, and he whispered:

"I'm sorry, Milo, I was too impatient, I couldn't help it as early as the first time you crossed the line..."

"Humph!"

I continued snorting, turning my head to the other side.

"Milo, don't be angry, okay?"

"Humph!"

I looked directly at Hades, trying to kill him with my eyes. The black-haired man looked very distressed, and asked softly:

"Milo, what can you do so that you don't get angry?"

"Listen, Hades!"

I held up an index finger in front of him and said loudly:

"After the injury is healed this time, I will give you another chance. If you hurt me again, you will never see me again in your life!"

Hades looked at me with shocking eyes, I tossed my hair and waved my index finger in front of him:

"Hades, you heard me right, you need to know that I am a hardcore aesthete, not a masochist!"

The black-haired man's eyes changed from shock to incredulity, then comprehension, and finally into ecstasy. I blinked and watched the changes in his green eyes, and only heard him say:

"Then can you go back now?"

"no!"

I said categorically:

"When does it stop hurting, when will I go back!"

This time Hades was neither angry nor sad, he said calmly:

"Okay, I'll wait for you to go back."

Then he turned handsomely, opened the door and left. After walking for a while, Garen entered the room with a stiff body, and sat on the ground very decadently.

"Oh my god, I was scared to death, Milo, thanks to you, I now know what it's like to have a gun to the temple."

"Um……"

After training Hades, my mood turned from cloudy to sunny, I jumped out of bed and patted Garen on the ground comfortingly:

"Be patient for another two days. I'll go back when I'm ready. I won't trouble you."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Garen took a deep breath, then looked at me inexplicably:

"Miro, I thought you would be very principled when it comes to personal style."

"Of course there are principles!"

I glared at Garen, and began to teach him my aesthete rules:

"Even if it's a thing like □, it must be beautiful and beautiful! Don't just find two big and thick muscular men there XXOO, what are you doing □, what are you doing strong X, round X, how can such a disgusting thing be called a human being The behavior, the so-called □, must be beautiful! Of course I have no objection to a perfect man like Hades, if it wasn't because he hurt me, I wouldn't react so much!"

"Milo..."

Garen leaned over with treacherous eyebrows:

"Then can I hug you too, can I be called perfect?"

I stepped on Garen's face and continued to reprimand:

"Don't be so stinky! If in the past, when I was a paranoid aesthete, you would still be qualified, Garen, but when I become a hardcore aesthete, only Hades would pass!"

"No way..."

Garen was hit hard, looking at me with tears in his eyes and complaining:

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have acted first. The opportunity must not be missed, and it will never come again, woo woo woo..."

"Humph."

I proudly turned around and searched for a bucket of ice cream in Garen's refrigerator, and started to eat it. Garen was still squatting there and drawing circles.

Three days later, my body "healed up" and I said goodbye to the "reluctant" Garen, and I returned to the SPA center.Fay came up to him with a pale face, and said angrily:

"Milo, thank you, I can die now without regret..."

I patted Fay on the shoulder and walked directly past him into the VIP room, where Hades was waiting for me.

"Hades, you won't be waiting for me here every day, will you?"

I poured myself a glass of water, and he sat on the massage table and smiled at me:

"I want to see you as soon as possible, Milo."

I bit my water glass and looked at Hades's moving eyes. I suddenly had a feeling. I rushed into the temporary preparation room like a whirlwind, and after a lot of fuss, I came out with a mixing bottle and handed it to Hades:

"A modified version of 'Miro', for you."

Hades smiled inexplicably, handed the bottle back to me, and began to undress:

"Milo, I think, you know better where to apply essential oils, why don't you do it for me."

I looked at Hades' carcass with reverent admiration, it was fine and suited my improved 'Milo' perfectly.I put the essential oil on my fingertips, and lightly touch Hades' ears, neck, collarbone, armpit, waist, groin, and finally on his lower abdomen with my fingertips.

"That's it, Hades."

I withdrew my fingers, dried them with a towel, closed the cap of the blender, and looked at Hades with a smirk.The black-haired man jumped into his arms and held me under him, and took off my clothes in an orderly manner. I said in a threatening tone:

"Hades, you have one and only one chance."

Hades smiled slightly, looked back at me, and said deeply:

"Milo, you are an ashes-level esthete, and I am a hard-core perfectionist. Apart from you, I am no longer interested in anyone else."

"Is it?"

I laughed outrageously:

"Is there a difference between aestheticism and perfectionism?"

"certainly,"

Hades kissed my eyes and the tip of my nose lightly, and said in a low voice:

"You are creating beauty, Miro, and I want to own your beauty."

I put my arms around Hades' back and warned him again:

"I only give you one chance."

Hades' green pupils looked into my eyes and said confidently:

"Enough."

I greeted his lips with a smile.

end

This time Hades really didn't hurt me, he took me to linger in Paradise Lost, when the body temperature of the two of us soared, the aroma of the improved version of 'Milo' gradually came out, getting stronger and stronger, and then Disappeared as the body temperature dropped.

"I found that I couldn't live without 'Miro'."

Hades hugged me and said, I asked persistently:

"Really? Hades, which Milo you can't live without?"

Hades kissed my forehead and said affectionately:

"No matter which one, I can't do without, what about you, Milo?"

I rubbed the tip of my nose against Hades' chest with a smirk:

"Since I have become a hardcore aesthete, Hades, you are the only one qualified."

Hades smiled contentedly, kissed my lips and asked:

"Milo, will you be my personal masseuse?"

"okay."

I readily agreed to him.

So I left a letter of resignation to the dean, bid farewell to Mu and Fay, came to his manor in Hades' black Bentley, and became the private masseur of this perfect man with black hair and green eyes.

[FINISH]