【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

I have to say that this club does look more high-end than the nightclub last time.First of all, it is membership-only, and the doorman opened the door for Mista and Giorno after checking the membership cards of Mista and Giorno.The card was obtained by Bugarati from some unknown place, and Mista refused to ask further.Second, the atmosphere of the whole place is surprisingly restrained, no crazy DJs, no dazzling lights, people talking quietly, or just sitting quietly, like those enjoyment that you can often see on a park bench Like sunny people, normal and relaxed.

Only if you ignore the people kneeling at their feet.

Mista's eyes swept over those people, some of them knelt at their own dom's feet, bowing their heads docilely, and some bold ones rested their heads on their master's lap, letting the other party caress their hair, of course, Not all subs are kneeling. Mista saw several people curled up beside their masters, or following their masters to socialize step by step. Their expressions were calm and obedient without exception, as if this was normal. But that's the thing.It looked really weird, but Mista couldn't look away for some reason.He swallowed nervously at the realization that maybe that was what he was going to do later.

As if sensing that he was about to speak, Giorno glanced at him indistinctly, with a warning in his eyes.Mista immediately pursed her lips.Don't make a mistake, he told himself, don't let that kid Giorno look down upon him.So he lowered his eyes and followed Giorno quietly, letting the man lead him to the side of the place.It's a good spot, he thought, to be unobtrusive and to observe the scene.Giorno picked a chair and sat down on his own, ignoring Mista.Mista froze for a moment, realizing where he was.

God, is he really going to do such a thing?

He hesitated, Giorno frowned and looked over, Mista gritted his teeth and knelt down slowly.

"It's too slow, and I'll punish you if you do that again." Giorno said in a low voice with a sullen face, "Don't make trouble for yourself."

"...Okay, sir." Mista was still getting used to the address.

After that, they stayed quietly without making any noticeable actions, waiting patiently for the few people who noticed their new faces to look away boredly, Giorno began to drink water , reporting the situation to the headset in a low voice.Mista felt that he was a little less stiff, he raised his head slightly, carefully observing the people around him.To be fair, in this unusual environment, it is difficult for you to decide who is behaving abnormally. Besides, Mista can't even determine what he should look for. They really know too little about Diablo.

Going on like this is not an option, Mista thought.He hoped that Giorno would take him to infiltrate a small group, chat with someone, like he did that day, at least get some information, instead of making him kneel in embarrassment all night Wasting time here as if they were really here to cosplay.

Thinking of this, he was a little impatient, and his eyes swept forward a little impetuously.Not far away stood a sub, wearing a collar around its neck, which looked a bit too tight, making him uncomfortable, but the poor guy didn't dare to reach out to touch it, and the rope of the collar was held by a man, The latter didn't even notice that his sub was out of breath.Mista couldn't help but take another look.At this moment, the man turned his head and noticed Mista's little move.The man smiled maliciously, pulled the rope, and walked towards them, leading his sub.

Mista froze.

Oh fuck.fuck fuck fuck.He quickly lowered his head.Sensing that something was wrong with him, Giorno stopped and looked at the person coming.

"Look at what we found." Mista caught a glimpse of a pair of brown pointed leather shoes parked in front of them, and a man's voice came from above: "...a naughty sub."

Mista kept his eyes down, and according to the prior agreement, once this kind of thing happens, everything will be handed over to Giorno, and he only needs to pay attention to cooperation.

"It was the first time I brought him out on such an occasion, and he was a little nervous," Giorno replied calmly, "If I offend you, I think Mista will apologize. Of course, he will You will get the punishment you deserve, right, Mista?"

"Yes, sir," Mista whispered back.Then he apologized to the man: "I'm sorry sir, I—"

"In my opinion, he's not nervous," the man interrupted wantonly. "Excited? Curious? I see you staring at us, your sneaky little moves, thinking you won't be found," something in the man's voice made Mista gag, "Want to know how I treat you?" Obedient dog?"

I'm fucking staring at you because your sub is about to pass out.Mista restrained herself from clenching her fists.

"I'm sorry. He will pay attention to where his eyes look in the future. Right?" Giorno spoke at the right time, adding emphasis to the question.Mista knew that Giorno was warning him to calm down.

"Yes, sir."

"Also," Giorno said, "I noticed your sub seemed a little uncomfortable. Did he—"

"Hey," the man turned his head and yelled at his sub, which trembled, "this gentleman asked you something, he wanted to know if you were feeling well?"

The poor creature looked at Giorno tremblingly, then shook his head, and whimpered softly, "No...no, no, master."

Giorno tightened his lips, and the man smiled smugly. "Did you hear that? He said he was fine." The man squinted at Giorno, "I'll tell you another thing, boy, the collar is a good thing, the tighter it is, the more it will make a sub recognize himself status. You should try."

He suddenly bent down to Mista's ear, stretched out his hand and patted his face, and said word by word: "...It is especially effective for disobedient dogs."

Mista raised his head suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and was about to stand up and rush towards the opponent, when suddenly one hand tightly pressed his shoulder, pressing him to the spot.

Giorno turned sideways slightly, blocking between Mista and the instigator, keeping his hand on Mista's shoulder. "You have crossed the line," Giorno said word by word, the voice was not loud, but enough for the other party to hear the warning: "If you continue to provoke trouble, I have no choice but to ask the security to ask you to go out."

"Called security? Isn't that right? Are you really going to use such a sissy way of dealing with it? Or, you can't even make fists with your hands?" The man looked them back and forth, his eyes suddenly became excited. "Ha, I see, that's how it is," he narrowed his eyes and moved closer to Giorno.Mista's heart sank.

"You didn't tame him at all, did you? Either you two sneaked in to have fun, or you're too bad at taming a sub at all—you know, it's a craft," the man licked He licked his lips and looked at Giorno more boldly. "Actually, you're quite a sub yourself. How about you and him come to my place together? I'll make good use of your pretty face."

Mista couldn't bear it anymore. "What the hell did you say—"

"Shut up." Giorno growled in a low voice.Mista looked at him in disbelief.Some jerk just insulted them face to face and Giorno acted like Mista was the most annoying one?He wanted to pry Giorno's head open to see what was inside.

"Let me refuse," Giorno said to the man coldly, then grabbed Mista's collar and pulled him up from the ground.

"Get up." Giorno still sounded calm, but Mista felt the deliberately suppressed anger from the unusual strength on the collar. "We're going to take a break. Something needs to be dealt with."

Mista was exasperated and confused.After turning his head and glaring fiercely at the instigator again, he followed Giorno to the bathroom.

****

The bathroom is small, but clean.Mista pretended to relieve himself and took the opportunity to check the camera, while Giorno dug out the warning sign from the cleaner's cabinet and hung it at the door.The two were wasting time by the sink, and after the others left, Mista shook his head at Giorno. "No surveillance was found," he said.

"What's the matter with you?" Trish's voice came from the earphone, and the girl sounded a little nervous, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's safe for now, we're in the bathroom," Giorno replied, "Sorry, we have to cut off contact, we have something to talk about. Resume later." He cut off Trish's protest in the earphones, and then gestured with his eyes Mista.

Obviously this is a private conversation. "Okay," he turned off the phone impatiently. "What do you want to say?"

Giorno approached him with anger in his voice. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to answer questions with questions? What did I do to make you so angry? Let me think, because I almost punched that idiot who said we were like little bitches?"

"That's none of your business."

"Yeah, I'm supposed to just kneel there and lick his shoes and wait for my ass to be fucked?"

"You should leave it to me. You should trust me." Giorno looked straight at him, and Mista saw something else besides anger.

disappointment.

Mista hadn't expected this.Disappointment was evident in those green eyes.Mista's bulging arrogance was punctured, and he couldn't help but stagnate, and quickly deflated like a leaking ball.

Silence fell on the two of them.In the bathroom, only the faucet that Giorno forgot to turn off was running.

Suddenly someone pushed open the bathroom door.Because obviously, there are a bunch of idiots in the world who just can't read the three characters "cleaning".

"Didn't you see the sign hanging at the door?" Mista said angrily.In the next second, he turned his head to see the person coming, and his heart sank.The man who had provoked a few minutes ago wobbled up to them.The pink vest the man wore had an unusually low neckline—if that thing could be called a neckline, Mista thought, he certainly wasn't wearing it to keep warm anyway.

"I thought you gave him a good lesson," the man said to Giorno. "If you can't control him, I can do it for you. As I said, this is a craft, not everyone can do it."

Mista clenched her fists.

"Of course, I don't mind if you come together, I like pretty things." The man leaned closer to Giorno's ear, but said in a volume that Mista could hear: "I'll tie your sub to the table and fuck Crying, while you're on your knees waiting to suck me out, and if you do well, I'll reward you for fucking him. How about it, pretty boy?" He reached out and patted it like he had done to Mista before. Giorno's face.

Mista pounced on him, but it was Giorno who moved faster.He gave the man a right uppercut, and the man was caught off guard and fell towards the sink, spilling bottles and cans on the floor.

pretty.Mista applauded heartily.Giorno didn't seem to want to stop, but started to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his strong and well-proportioned arms, and glanced at Mista blankly.Mista backed away knowingly.Giorno said that he would handle it, and that Mista might as well be the audience.

"You little bastard whore!" Enraged, the man got up and rushed towards Giorno. Giorno quickly turned sideways, grabbed the man by the collar, and threw him against the wall without hesitation. He punched the opponent mercilessly in the abdomen, causing the opponent to bend down in pain.Suddenly, Mista saw that Giorno hesitated for a moment, and then he understood that Giorno probably wanted to grab the bastard's back and give him a knee, but faced with the clothes whose collar was infinitely close to the waist of his trousers , Giorno didn't know where to start.

"Be careful!" Mista yelled.While Giorno was hesitating, his opponent hugged him around the waist and slammed him into the sink.Giorno snorted, but his fist hit the opponent's eye socket without stopping.The opponent let go of his hand due to the pain, and Giorno kicked him away.

"Damn bitch," the man stopped panting, spat on the ground, and rushed towards Giorno. "I'm going to make you—"

Mista didn't know what the other party was going to do to Giorno. The next second, he was dumbfounded as he watched the man slip and fall to the ground with a bang. It seemed that the fall was not light, lying on the ground He groaned a few times and couldn't stand up again.To be fair, this kind of thing happens occasionally in a fight, but such luck is really too bad.Mista looked down at the stagnant water that the man stepped on, followed the source all the way up, and finally his eyes fell on the faucet that Giorno "forgot to turn off".oh.

Oh.

He even found the bottle of hand sanitizer that was broken on the ground because of the fight between the two, and the liquid inside had many tiny bubbles due to the washing of the water.Mista looked at Giorno in awe.If Giorno's beautiful punches and dodges just now just made him nod, now he is really convinced.Even if Giorno was really unintentional, just by this luck, Mista had to whistle.

But Giorno didn't return his gaze.The blond-haired young man walked up to the man on the ground step by step. The man struggled to grab something as a weapon, but Giorno stepped on his hand, and the man screamed with a distorted face.

"You should really accept my offer about security," Giorno said calmly, as if talking about the weather, before grabbing the man's hair and punching him back to the floor.The man's eye sockets were cracked, and the blood from his nose was dripping like a cold. When Giorno stepped on his fingers hard again, he begged softly.

"Don't, don't... I'll give you whatever you want," he said intermittently, "My money is in my pocket, by the way, do you like my sub? He's yours. Just... stop calling .”

Giorno stepped hard, and the man let out a wail. "You said something about me and my sub," Giorno said.

"I'm talking nonsense! That's all nonsense! Please move your foot away, my finger—"

"Apologize." Mista swore that he heard Giorno stepping on the man's knuckles with a terrible sound.

"Sorry!" the man screamed. "Sorry! I'll never say that again, I promise!"

Giorno looked at Mista, Mista nodded.They've made enough noise, and the bastard has learned enough.Assessing the other party's bruised face, Mista felt that it would take at least three or four days for him to go out to meet people.

Giorno bent down and approached the man. "Ten minutes later, when you walk out of here, if someone asks about your injury, do you know what to say?"

"I... fell," the man replied in a panic, "The bathroom floor is too slippery, I fell."

It's not a lie, Mista thought, although most of the wounds were caused by falling on Giorno's fist.

Giorno nodded.He crushed the man's knuckles hard one last time, causing the man to let out a whimper. "Take care of your hands and don't put them where they shouldn't be. Otherwise, I promise, you won't be able to do any crafts anymore."

The man nodded apprehensively.Giorno punched him on the head again, and after making sure that the other party couldn't make any moves in a short time, he straightened up and looked at Mista.

— Giorno looks different from before.The blond man hadn't fully recovered from the fight just now, and his breath was still a little unsteady. The black shirt was slightly wet with sweat and stuck to his chest, revealing the outline of the muscles wrapped under it, which were rising and falling slightly with his panting.Mista didn't know if it was because of the overly bright lights here, or because of Gioruno's slightly swollen and bruised knuckles, or purely because of those precise and fierce attacks in the fight, which made Giorno's whole body look like Tight and dangerous.There was a flame in the man's eyes that hadn't subsided, and it was burning quietly.

Mista swallowed. "Are you okay, Giorno. I—"

For a moment, he thought of many things.He felt that the bastard on the ground deserved it, and at the same time worried about whether things would go wrong, whether they would be kicked out, and almost ruined the mission on a scum who was nothing, just because Mista couldn't control his temper and made a mess: Giorno was the one who did it, but Mista was the cause of everything.Giorno is right.Mista should have listened to him from the beginning, and stayed honestly, instead of looking around, almost beating someone, and finally got Giorno involved - Giorno is his dom, how could he think that What to do by yourself without involving Giorno.I put my life in your hands, he remembered what Giorno said to him.But he let him down.

Mista opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. There seemed to be a lump in his throat, blocking the gags he wanted to use to defuse the atmosphere.He's always been good at this, laughing at any predicament with an easy-going attitude and an indifferent tone, but when they all fail, Mista is momentarily overwhelmed.

"...I'm sorry," he said at last.

Giorno walked towards him, so close that Mista could see his own reflection burning.

"What's wrong?" He cleared his throat and asked Giorno.

With green eyes staring at him, Giorno said slowly, "We're not done yet."

Mista choked. "……what do you want?"

"You need to be punished." Giorno's firm tone made Mista's heart sink.

"I can give you an explanation, for example, maybe someone has noticed your disobedient behavior, and if you continue to show up so intact and alive, with no trace of punishment on your body, they will become suspicious-so maybe It will make it easier for you to accept this in your heart. But it is useless." The blond man looked at him closely, "Mista, there is only one reason for me to punish you: you made a mistake. And you will be punished for making mistakes."

Mista stared at the top button of Giorno's shirt.He refused to look directly into Giorno's eyes, it was too scorching, and he was afraid that he would give up if he saw it.It is necessary to blurt out the correctness of Giorno's ridiculous order.

If he refuses (he doesn't know if he can refuse, and Giorno doesn't seem to accept any negative answers at the moment), it means that this matter will not have an end, Giorno looks at Mis When Mista arrives, he will always remember how the latter treats his safety and trust casually, and Mista may never dare to look directly into each other's eyes. This stupid accident will always be between the two of them, and For heaven's sake, he and Giorno had to continue to work as partners on missions.

He's made many mistakes, big and small, and he paid for some of them, and others, and people will tell him it's nothing, everybody makes mistakes, let it go, so Mista let it go, for Throwing it on both sides of the road, he can deliberately not look at it, so life goes on as usual.What did Scarlett Hao say?Tomorrow is a brand new day.But only Mista knew that they still affected him, like the unsolved case of not catching the murderer, always making people uneasy, with his mouth wide open, as if he was waiting for him to step into it when he was not paying attention.And now, with one in his hand again, he hesitated to toss it aside as usual, but he didn't know if he'd have the energy to ignore it this time.Everything that happened today caught him off guard: First, he was assigned this bloody mission, then a trip to the clothing store full of self-esteem blows and shame, and then he was molested by a pervert and almost died in the hospital. Beat the opponent down in public.These are far beyond Mista's daily life, making him tired of coping.And Giorno — Giorno gave him an order.Accepting it means that he is no longer allowed to simply abandon his faults. Giorno will force him to face it, and close the hole with pain and remorse at a similar price, so that it will no longer sing his name in vain. , resounding terribly, making no one feel at peace.That might help him.

Mistakes and punishment, there is no simpler logic in this world than this, straightforward and brutal, but it is undeniable-it works.Mista recalled the last encounter with Giorno, carefully balancing the pain of bearing it with the weird, unimaginable relaxation and ease after it was all over.His shoulders seemed never so relaxed.

Mista closed her eyes, thinking about what she really wanted.And Giorno kept silent, as if giving him time to decide.Finally, Mista opened his eyes and looked directly at Giorno.

"Okay," he said, as if promising something, "I see. Come on."

****

When they walked out of the bathroom, they saw the sub with the collar. The guy was standing at a loss. Seeing them, he was shocked.Giorno walked over to loosen the collar for him, and asked someone to pour him a glass of water. The sub was panicked at first, but gradually calmed down under Giorno's soft voice, and he looked at the toilet. direction, and looked back at Giorno in a daze, as if he didn't know what he should do next.Giorno sighed, telling the man softly but firmly that he should go home.

"Go home and get a good night's sleep," Giorno said, promising that no one would make trouble for the other.The sub nodded gratefully and left.

And Mista watched all this.He watched how Giorno's hands deftly and carefully unbuttoned the collar, almost gently, and those hands had just smashed a person's face to pieces a few minutes ago. This contradiction confused Mista and made him Fascinatedly unable to take his eyes off that hand.At the same time, he realized that it was these hands that were going to take hold of him, so tender, compassionate, and at the same time rough, with bruises and bruises, that were going to hold him so firmly that he couldn't move, Then slapped his ass mercilessly until it was red and hot.

—the idea is almost erotic.Mista swallowed involuntarily.It's clearly not right, he shouldn't be interested in this, he should be ashamed, humiliated, angry...but never interested.

Giorno led him to a cubicle that seemed to be reserved for those who needed private or non-public training.The waiter brought some utensils for Giorno, and Mista watched nervously as the latter picked up several perforated rackets and a thin one, which seemed to make him want to run away. Try hitting the effect on.Mista couldn't help tensing his body with the rustling wind of those things waving, Giorno glanced at him, and then put the cane back.

"Since it's your first time doing this, I won't use the cane this time. But if you make a mistake again next time, you'll have to suffer this, clear?" Giorno said sharply.

Mista nodded and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he noticed that Giorno had left two rackets, one was a wooden racket with two rows of holes, and the other was a leather racket, which was slightly smaller in size, but The handle is longer.Mista uneasily wondered which would hurt more.

Giorno sat down on the sofa and looked at Mista. "Come here, take off your pants."

Mista choked.It's the same clip he's seen in those videos, but for God's sake, he never thought he'd be the main character.What made him even more disturbed was that Giorno didn't close the door of the compartment. Although they were facing the door sideways, passers-by would definitely see what was going on inside.Giorno did it on purpose.The moment he realized this, Mista's blood rushed to his cheeks.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Giorno's impatient growl brought him back to his senses. "Thirty wooden pats, ten leather pats. If you continue to dawdle, double it."

Mista took off his pants, and hesitantly pulled off his underwear under Giorno's stern eyes.When he was exposed to the air, he trembled, suddenly felt a sense of unreality, and even felt a little funny, shame and nervousness made his mind buzz, and he stood there stupidly, at a loss for what to do.

"Come here, lie on my lap." Giorno ordered.

Mista did so mechanically.The skin of the crotch and thigh directly touched Giorno's leather pants, which felt strange, but not bad.Make sure he is in the correct position after lying down.Giorno firmly pressed Mista's back with one hand, the heat from the man's palm penetrated the shirt and stuck to the skin, Mista flinched as if being scalded.

"Safe word?" Giorno asked.

Mista thought for a moment. "Same as before, Sexy Pistols."

Giorno hummed. "Ready?"

Mista swallowed nervously. "Okay, sir." His voice was hoarse.

To his surprise, it was not the beat that fell, but Giorno's hand.Mista was startled by the loud slap.Despite the force, the first few slaps did not make Mista feel very painful, only a slight irritation at the moment the palm fell on the skin, which was fleeting.It didn't feel that bad, and the whole picture even began to appear in Mista's mind: Giorno's hand—with some small wounds and slightly swollen joints, landed firmly and fiercely on his buttocks, Inch by inch the heat was imprinted on his skin.He couldn't help but quicken his breathing.

But not long after, his cranky thoughts were interrupted.Mista realized that Giorno increased his strength and kept his palm in one place, patting the same piece of skin repeatedly, which made him... a little uncomfortable.Under repeated slaps, the pain no longer dissipated easily. He felt that small piece of skin heat up quickly, and each subsequent blow became clearer and more intense than the previous one. He didn't know that Jolu When was No mercifully letting go of that spot, and what if Giorno wasn't going to move his hand away?This thought made him twitch.

In response, Giorno immediately pressed his back tightly, and at the same time slapped him extra hard on the skin that was sensitive from repeated slaps.Mista let out a hiss.

"Quiet." Giorno shouted.

Mista didn't dare to move anymore, but when he felt that Giorno moved his hand away and continued to slap in another place, he was really relieved.Next, as before, Giorno repeatedly dropped his hand on the same place until it became red and sensitive. Whenever Mista felt that he couldn't help twisting again, Giorno could always hit a few times just right. After the pounding, Giorno didn't stop until Mista felt that every part of his ass had been taken care of.

Mista felt her skin was heating up and itching a bit, but generally speaking it was unbearable.He took a long breath.

"The warm-up is over," Giorno said, picking up the wooden racket with holes.Mista tensed her thighs and buttocks instantly.

"Relax, or you will get hurt. This is to make you remember the mistakes you made, not to hurt you." Giorno patted his butt with a wooden pat a few times, signaling for him to relax his muscles .The moment the slightly cool wooden pad touched the warm skin, Mista shivered.

"Thirty strokes," Giorno announced unemotionally. "During the fight, you can yell, but at the same time, you have to think about where you went wrong and tell me, if I think you've thought it through, I won't stop. Clear?"

"Understood, sir." Mista whispered.

Then the clapper fell.In fact, it wasn't just one blow, but three in succession, quickly and hard, landing on his buttocks.Mista's panting was stuck in his throat, and the pain brought by the wooden slap was completely different from the slapping of the palm. The hard tool did not have any elasticity, nor did it have the warmth and soft touch of the flesh and blood of the palm—this It was real pain.The multiple and small stinging pains instantly exploded on the skin, as if being crushed by a needle board, and then turned into burning pain, and Mista's breathing became short of breath.Inevitably, he realizes: the punishment has begun.

Giorno did not wait for him to calm down, but continued to swing the wooden racket. The air rushed through the hole in the middle of the racket, and the rustling sound made Mista curl up his toes in fear.At about the sixth stroke, he began to writhe uncontrollably, and at the tenth stroke, he moaned unconsciously, his forehead covered with sweat.

Giorno paused briefly, and then Mista felt a blow to one of his buttocks, and before he could recover from the burning sensation, another blow at the same position and with the same force , the pain was worse than before, Mista couldn't help screaming, when Giorno fell there for the third beat, Mista twisted wildly, kicking his legs in vain, Jolu Nuo tightly held his two wrists and pressed them on his back, making it difficult for his upper body to break free, and then slapped his thighs as punishment. The skin there was softer and more sensitive than other places, and the pain exploded The moment Mista drove, she almost cried.

"Don't move," Giorno snapped.The beat on the man's hand fell back to the original place, and Mista felt that piece of skin was burning, warming the surrounding air.Once again, he didn't know how many times Giorno would slap again and again, and there was only one thought in his head, hoping that this would end soon, and each slap was more difficult than before, and he couldn't help whimpering with the slaps.

"Concentrate," Giorno's voice sounded above his head. "Don't let the pain distract you from thinking about what you did wrong."

It's not fair!Mista screamed inwardly.It was true that pain could keep one awake, but he had never heard of it being helpful for analytical thinking.But Giorno's meaning is very clear: if Mista can't give him a satisfactory answer, then the punishment may be dragged on for longer.Mista had to try to recall his actions, but he was immediately interrupted by a new pain - Giorno switched to the other side and started hitting repeatedly.

"I shouldn't—I shouldn't have looked around, at least not if I've been caught doing it," he said, trying to form sentences between wild gasps.

"That's a phenomenon, what I'm asking for is the problem and the reason," Giorno mercilessly took another clap.

What?What the fuck is the difference?Mista was dumbfounded, but was instantly brought back to his senses by the pain.Well, problem and reason, he struggled to concentrate.He can't look around because... because his sub status doesn't allow that, and the reason he's disobeying orders is...

"You are my dom, you told me to be honest, don't make trouble, and cooperate with you well, but I didn't do that, I acted without authorization, disobeyed your instructions, and violated the mission requirements," he said muttered. "I did it on purpose because I... I was terrified of what I was going to do. I was on my knees and I felt humiliated and I felt ridiculous, and I thought, if I could find the target or some clue earlier, I could have Get the hell out of this place. I... I'm losing my patience. I'm getting impatient."

Giorno stopped. "I heard that your marksmanship is very good," the blond man said suddenly, "Mobile shooting or sniping?"

"Both, sir," Mista replied bewilderedly, not quite sure why Giorno suddenly mentioned this. "There are not many situations where you really need to shoot when you are out on duty, but in the police force, I am the first in both assessment and competition, and so is sniping."

"Then you should understand what patience is." Giorno snapped, and at the same time took a hard slap.

Mista groaned in pain. "Yes, yes, sir," he gasped, sweat streaming into his eyes. "Sorry, I will remember, not next time."

"Yes." Giorno ordered: "Continue."

Rice