Chapter 208: Extra

To die, to die!
At this moment, Mute, who was staring at the narrow eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, echoed these words.
He still held his head back, slightly opened his lips, tilted his head, and looked at Troll, whose thinly cocooned fingertips were still stroking his chin slowly.
Troll's eyes narrowed slightly, becoming more and more elongated, the arcs at the corners of his eyes were hidden in the scattered lacquered black hair, and his fingers stroked Mute's soft neck once and for all, the movement was so gentle that The person's heart trembles, but his eyes staring at the person underneath are contrary to the extreme danger, which is another kind of heart trembling.
In the moment when he looked at Troll, Mute quickly revisited the scene at that time. Thinking of how the girl thrashed at that time... He hugged the girl and comforted her softly... The girl's arms around his waist and the whole face pressed against his chest... He whispered on the side Coaxing the girl gently while touching her hair...
Really, dying.
The more I remembered the scene at that time, the more Mute felt that he was going to end this time... he couldn't imagine it.
In short, in short... calm down, calm down first.
The teenager whose liver tremor was scared by Troll's gaze struggling to calm down and intended to start self-help.
Anyway, because he was so stupid that he had forgotten about communications, that scene was seen by the young master from beginning to end, it was impossible to quibble. If I forcefully explain it, I am afraid that it will only make the major general even bigger.
And another option, escape...
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Mute felt that he did not want to recall the first time he tried to escape from the angry major general by teleportation, and what happened after he was arrested came back to him.
Maybe, depending on the degree of blackness in this man's belly, he may be expected to run away again, and then there is an excuse to do whatever he wants to him... he must never be fooled!
If both of the above options are excluded, then there is only one last option.
Preemptive
The thoughtful teenager subconsciously licked some dry lips, which was originally an unconscious act, but instantly made the eyes of the man who had been staring at him deep. Troll used to caress the fingers of Mute's neck foss slowly upward, and pressed his thumb against the corner of Mute's lips, rubbing his fingertips.
The slightly rough fingertips touched the soft lips, and the fingers felt itchy.
At this moment, suddenly the teenager slightly opened his lips, and the tip of his tongue gently licked from the thumb pressing on the corner of his lips. The moist touch, which seemed to generate electricity, was suddenly transferred from the fingertips to the depths of the body. It was like an electric shock. It burst into another flame in the man's body.
The teenager, with his head raised, stared at Troll with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Major Major, just a little girl."
Mute spoke, and his voice was very soft. He raised one hand and put his finger against Troll’s cheek, and rubbed his fingertip gently in his ear. It seemed ambiguous, but then suddenly again He pinched Troll's ear and squeezed hard.
"So in your opinion, I am the kind of pervert that will start with minors?"
As soon as the tone changed, the voice that was soft for the first second suddenly seemed to increase a few minutes. Mute's eyes widened suddenly, and the anti-guest went back to the man who had blamed him for the teacher.
The ear of His Majesty the Emperor, the supreme emperor in the universe, was grabbed by a brave young man, and he pinched it hard. His sword eyebrows were raised, and the arc of the narrow and long corners of the eyes was also raised.
But Troll just raised his eyebrows, and didn't seem to be angry, nor did he pat the bold hand that grabbed his ear. He stared at Mute's eyes with a dark blue streamer turning, and the edge of the iris seemed to be soaked in light, like the dark blue sapphire in the night sky, the starry sky streamer, deeply reflecting Mute's shadow.
He said nothing, just leaned over, bowed his head, nodded Mute's lips with very light force, and then straightened up.
Of course it wouldn't end there. He just got up and walked around the sofa and walked to Mute. Standing in front of the teenager, Troll leaned over, leaned his head on the backrest of the sofa with one hand, his eyes soft, and wanted to lean in and kiss the teenager's lips that fascinated him.
But he just leaned over and stretched out his hands with one hand against his chest to keep him away.
He looked down, and Mute, who was lying on the sofa, supported him with his hands to keep him from approaching, and stared at him with dark eyes, not knowing what he thought.
"No."
Mute, with his hands on his chest, looked up at him and said.
"I'm angry, you have to apologize."
"Ok?"
Regardless of whether it is preemptive or anti-guest, which method is effective, in short, the teenager who has successfully achieved a staged victory does not know if it is good, and instead intends to take the victory and pursue.
"Think of me as a pervert to minors, don't you think you should apologize to me?"
Troll felt that the hands on his chest pushed him hard. Naturally, he was immobile, of course, he was easy to press down, but he was always used to petting the teenager under him, except for certain aspects. Outside of the matter, he almost never disappointed each other's intentions, so it was always lawless to indulge him in front of him.
But perhaps our emperor, His Majesty, also very much enjoys the willful behavior and unreasonableness that Mute will only show in front of himself, and even enjoys it.
The phoenix squinted, and Troll asked: "How to apologize?"
"How can I forgive me for thinking about this?"
Mute's eyes rolled round drippingly, so to speak, and then pushed Trollol's chest hard again.
Because of the difference in body shape, this person felt too much pressure when pressed down.
He thought dissatisfiedly.
It would be nice if he could wake up a few years later, at least when he was in his twenties, at that time he had grown taller and grown up, and his body must have become taller. In this way, he and the major general had a difference in height. It wouldn't be this big — unlike now, no matter how long he had been in the past, he always looked small in front of the major general.
Because he was too familiar, Mute knew what he was thinking as soon as he rolled his eyes, and Troll's lips slightly raised invisibly and returned to his original shape.
He raised his hand on the back of the sofa behind Mute, stepped back, and landed on one knee.
The emperor, the emperor who had never been unattainable in the eyes of others, easily kneeled down on one knee at the moment, kneeled in front of the boy he was petting, looked up at the boy nested on the sofa, his blue eyes were full Full indulgence and softness.
"I apologize."
He said that there is probably only one in the world who can make him say this easily.
His voice was as cold as ever, but the partial life was the cold words that could make people love the drowned people in front of him.
He said, "Satisfied?"
Troll said this, kneeling on the ground with his right knee a little hard, seeming to lift.
But at the moment when he was about to get up, something came to his chest and stopped his actions.
Mute was originally nested on the sofa, because after the shower, he felt refreshed, and he was too lazy to wear shoes, so he flew barefoot and flew directly to the sofa, bent his knees and stepped on the edge of the sofa. In the soft sofa.
Troll's kneeling posture made him stunned for a moment. He suddenly had a sense of sight. It seemed that the same thing had happened a while ago. He was also sitting. Someone was kneeling under his feet, and then he got up and came over to him. .
So he subconsciously made the same reaction as at the time.
By the time he responded, he had stretched his foot and stepped on Troll's chest, holding Troll away from him.
...I seem to have done something terrible.
After waiting for a while, and finding that he was stepping on Troll's chest and still stepping him out, Mute felt as if he had heard the call of heaven.
Can I apologize now to save my life?
The teenager whose mind was empty thought so, intending to hurry up and apologize.
But when he looked up, the scene he saw made him slack for a moment.
Troll knelt on one knee in front of him and under his feet. His bare right foot stepped on the opponent's chest, and his big toe just hit the platinum button of the black uniform with gold patterns. A bit of metal coldness came from the tip of the toe, and Mute couldn't help but move the toe, so the original military uniform on the chest that he stepped on also appeared a little wrinkle.
Although his skin color was not as good as that of Troll’s frosting, Xue Xue, the teenager’s skin was also fair, and the pale bare feet stepped on the dark military uniform with an unusually strong contrast.
Troll was still kneeling on one knee at the moment, bowing his head slightly, his slender eyelashes drooping down and a shallow shadow on his cheek. He lowered his eyes, as if looking at the bare foot stepping on his chest. The fine black hair was scattered, a little messy, and in sharp contrast with the white skin on the face.
Looking down from the angle above Mute, you can only see the thin lips of the man, with a bit of cold red, looking down from this angle, it looks like the red lips fall on My own ankle is average.
Suddenly, Mute felt his heart beating abruptly, and an unspeakable feeling came up. He licked his lips and somehow felt his lips dry.
Later, when I recalled, Mute felt that he was definitely getting water in his head, and then he did that stupid thing.
No matter how you regret it afterwards, the teenager's brain may not be normal at the moment.
After Mute licked his lips, he moved his bare feet on Troll’s chest, as if he was trying something, his toes circled the platinum metal button, after a circle, lightly Rubbed lightly.
The man kneeling in front of him didn't know if he didn't respond, or was thinking about it, didn't move, still holding that posture, looking down at the foot that stepped on his chest.
After the temptation, Mute's courage became a little bit, and his white toes still lightly touched the man's chest, and then, a little bit upward. When the toe slides slowly upwards, when it encounters a metal buckle, it gently steps on it, as if playing some interesting game.
Soon, the teenager's naked toes slipped onto Troll's neck, crossing the tightly tight collar, and the toes finally crossed the fabric and stuck to the same warm skin as himself.
The young man's white toes hooked in the man's neck, stepped on it, and Troll lifted his head slightly, so the toe slipped, slipped over Troll's chin, and the toe hooked--
Sitting on the sofa, Mute's eyes were bent into the curvature of the crescent. His left foot was bent on the sofa, and his right foot was extended forward. Although his legs were not as long as someone's, the lines Very beautiful, slender and not thin, the arc is just right.
He used his toes to lift the chin of the man kneeling in front of him. The face that he lifted was extremely beautiful. It was better than the magnificence of the galaxy, but it was not a soft beauty, but a kind of blade. The beauty of the sharp blade.
This man with a powerful and terrifying appearance like a sharp blade should have been condescending to look down on sentient beings, and should have been worshipped high above him. The gesture allows the other person to provoke his face with his feet.
Yes, it should be a gesture of humiliation, but the man’s laid back expression, and the petite smile and a dangerous flame hidden in the depths of the narrow and long phoenix eyes will never make people think that this is A scene of humiliation.
"That kind of apology has no sincerity."
Not aware of the imminent danger, Mute said, he had to measure his feet and push his nose to his face.
After he finished speaking, he deliberately hooked the opponent's chin with the toe that lifted the other's chin.
Troll, who was hooked by his chin, slightly raised his face, and slender phoenix eyes glanced at him at the corners of his eyes, his thin lips flicked, and the fine black hair slipped away from the corners of the eyes.
The beautiful-looking man raised his head and exposed his white neck, and most of the white neck was tightly wrapped by the collar of the military uniform with black gold pattern, giving a strong sense of abstinence. The hair ends shattered into the neckline, lined with the white skin, and instantly shattered the sense of abstinence.
Mute suddenly swallowed.
I don't know if it is because the rare oppressor and the oppressed person reversed, making him feel like the person in front of him looks delicious. And Troll's glance gave him a sudden, a numbness in the back of his neck, and an unspeakable part of his body suddenly changed.
The proud young man who was still in the dominant position the previous second was awkwardly trying to retract his leg in the next second so that he could use his legs to block changes in one place. However, just the moment his toes just left the touching skin, Troll moved much faster than him, and when he raised his hand, he grabbed the foot he wanted to retract.
Mute shrank instinctively twice, but Troll's hand grasped his ankle firmly and could not break free.
Troll grabbed his ankle and suddenly chuckled and lowered his head.
Mute, who was still struggling to retract his feet, froze in an instant.
He clearly felt a soft thing fall on his instep.
Kneeling before him, holding his bare feet, Troll, who kissed lightly on his instep, looked up, looked at the frozen Mute, and smiled again.
"Satisfied?"
The teenager, who was stunned by the visual and mental shocks, looked at Troll silly, but he couldn't react at all.
"……not enough?"
The man lowered his head again, and this time, he gave a light kiss on his bare ankle.
The ankle that was held in his hand was very slender, and the whole circle was held in his hand. His eyes looked down the ankle, and his beautiful calf was right in front of his eyes.
The teenager's skin was fair and soft, no matter how long he passed, the tender touch made him put it down. He leaned over, licked it gently on the soft skin, and the fine velvet of the skin wet with the tip of his tongue clung to the skin.
The ankle held by him shivered violently with this stimulation.
"Wait...don't..."
Mute, who finally reacted, blushed, struggling to retract his foot that was being clamped back.
"Major general, let go--"
This is his.
Troll thought that the dark blue eyes seemed to be burning with a black flame.
Everything, the eyes, the hands, the feet, the body, and even every inch of the skin of the child belong to him.
He's something alone!
The hand holding the ankle suddenly exerted force, and Mute's struggling foot was suddenly pulled back. He slid off the sofa all at once, and turned into an upper body lying on the sofa, while Tello was on one leg. He dragged, his lower body hanging in the air.
Finally, I noticed that the dangerous teenager opened his eyes wide and watched the man pressed down.
"Play with fire."
Troll said that his voice showed a little husky mark.
The bitter depression in his eyes for a long time, the flame that was suddenly ignited when the teenager's bare toes hooked on his button and rubbed it, and at this moment, the flame burned unabashedly, and it was about to burn that The ignited little guy burned to ashes.
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"The general situation has been investigated and understood that there are a total of thirteen pipelines connecting the planet's underground to the earth's core, and eleven have been destroyed. The remaining two are more complicated than dumplings and require careful handling..."
In the center of the room, a light curtain was suspended in midair, and the blue-haired general was reporting his work to his majesty. Several adjutants stood behind Via. The faint light of the light curtain illuminates the dark room.
On the sofa opposite the light curtain, the black-haired teenager sat down, lowered his head, his fair-skinned back was stretched tightly, almost stretched to the limit, so that the pair of beautifully shaped butterfly bones were clearly exposed in the air in. Almost the entire back of his skin was wet, and sweat beads were rolling down, and there was a red mark on the fair skin.
One of his hands was pressed against the sofa, his fingers clasped the sand and released it crumpled, and his knuckles were almost white due to excessive force.
Mute knelt on the man's leg behind him, his knees forced apart, his feet pressed against the sofa, his feet stretched to death, almost hooked into a straight line, and the tight toes tremble.
The men's clothing is almost neatly dressed. It's just that the collar has a little button open, but he is on the contrary. He is naked and sitting naked on the man. The extreme contrast is shameless and makes the body more sensitive.
The bare naked thighs that were forced to be separated greatly pressed against Troll’s neatly dressed thighs in black pants. The tender white meat and the dark military uniform showed a strong visual contrast. The white thighs were tight and the inner side was even tighter. Shaking uncontrollably.
"There are a large number of clones on the planet, which caused some riots due to loss of control, but they are all under control..."
Via’s report still sounded orderly in the room.
Even if it is known that the communication is one-way, Via can’t see here and can only hear the voice, but on the big light curtain, Via and other several adjutants looked here and let Mute all over. It burned so badly, my mind was blank, and the whole person was about to collapse.
The body was stretched out by a huge fierce fierce, and it was tight to the extreme. It was unclear whether it was pain or extreme pleasure. It was like the electric shock unit exploded deep in the body, making him whole trembling, and the inside of the body was ruined. His feelings can almost drive him crazy.
But the man next to him seemed to be particularly dissatisfied. He put his arms around his waist and pressed his palm firmly against his naked abdomen, pressing down on his entire body, allowing him to invade himself deeper. The deepest body in the arms. The other hand was stretched between the legs that he was forced to spread apart, pinching it with no mercy, and the thumb with a thin cocoon blocked his vent.
The nearly collapsed teenager felt that the spark had exploded in his vision, and the whole person was in a trance. He lowered his head, the whole person was trembling, and the inner side of the thigh forced to separate greatly was almost twitching.
The wet black hair was pressed against his cheek, and his hand was draped over his mouth. His eyes were red and blinked, and a series of tears dripped down the tip of his nose.
The warm tip of his tongue touched his sweat-soaked back, licking from the bottom to the top along the spine, occasionally biting a shallow tooth mark on Mute's back.
The warm breath sprayed on the sensitive back, and Troll's movements always seemed to be quite leisurely and calm, but at this moment his breath exposed everything. The breath that sprayed on the teenager's skin was rapid and disordered, eager and greedy. The man pinched the waist of the teenager in his arms, clamped the body of the teenager who instinctively wanted to escape the torture, and pressed down hard.
In the raging place of the previous paragraph, the terrible existence was irresistibly swallowed into the terrible existence. The hot objects that pierced the body seemed to be living creatures. Generally, Mute's body twitched and exerted force every time. The tears in the closed red eyes only rustled away. If he didn't cover his mouth, he had already cried out in a collapse, crying out of silence, crying to the man behind him who was about to torture him crazy. Too.
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"There are a large number of clones on the planet, which caused some riots due to loss of control, but they are all under control..."
Via’s report still sounded orderly in the room.
Mute covered his mouth violently, fearing to make a sound, tears more like a broken thread, falling continuously from his sharply flapping nose. He lowered his head, his tight back made his white neck arch a beautiful arc, and his thin shoulders trembled violently in his forbearance.
A soft kiss fell on his back neck, and then, suddenly a bite, the pain stimulated the teenager's whole body to tremble, even if he closed his mouth, he couldn't control a whimper, and his tears fell more and more. Awesome.
"This is probably the case."
Via in the light curtain is finally over. For Mute, it seems like a century of reporting.
Even if it is known that the communication is one-way, Via can’t see here and can only hear the voice, but on the big light curtain, Via and other several adjutants looked here and let Mute all over. It burned so badly, my mind was blank, and the whole person was about to collapse.
"Well, so far."
A deep voice rang from behind, and Via, who heard his majesty's voice on the light curtain, saluted, then the light curtain flashed and disappeared.
"...Too much..."
The boy who could finally make a sound almost said these two words with a cry. He cried a lot and choked, and the whole person looked pitiful, like a pet that was bullied so badly.
"Well, I'm bad."
It was a very soft coaxing voice, and Mute’s tears in his face were licked away by the kiss of Troll who kissed the corner of his eye. Troll stroked the wet fingers of the young boy in his arms more than anything. It’s all gentle.
"obedient."
He whispered that it was coaxing the person in his arms, with an unspeakable spoiled and gentle voice.
However, the man who spoke in this drowned tone had no intention of stopping the teenager in his arms from crying.
Well, it certainly won't be in a short time anyway.