Yokohama Hearts Fraudster

Chapter 41 Deep-kiss

It smells like alcohol.

He Quanlian thought in a daze.

The thick smell of alcohol spread to his nerves, making his originally sober brain seem to be intoxicated, and his hot and intertwined breathing became more and more tainted with anger.

The dexterous tongue keeps hooking one side, licking and rubbing each other, stirring wantonly in the mouth, rolling out strands of sweetness.

The person in front of him stood there obediently, letting him ask for it, but a pair of round eyes seemed to be staring at him blankly, not fully understanding what was going on.

He Quanlian saw it in his eyes, but he still couldn't help chuckling in his heart.

Sure enough, the drunk Zhong Ye is really too cute, even this confused expression can poke his cuteness.

Involuntarily, while gently tracing the shape of the lips, he stretched out his fingertips and landed on the orange-haired boy's cheek, caressing it almost lovingly.

Under the palm, the soft and smooth feel made Izumi couldn't put it down.

So, the restless fingers slid down the cheeks all the way, landed on the curvaceous chin, landed on the white raised neck, and slid down almost recklessly.

And the tongue pressed between the lips is still stirring up fluid.

He didn't notice that Nakahara Chuya's body was still trembling slightly, and the heat on his face was astonishingly hot. At the same time, the veins on his forehead suddenly appeared, showing a feeling of extremely patient irritability.

And he also gradually began to learn He Quanlian's movements, practicing clumsily but extremely intelligently.

At the beginning, she dodged the forced kiss intermittently, but in the end, she got used to this rhythm, and even opened her lips very meekly, without a trace of resistance.

He Quanlian pulled away contentedly, the feeling of kissing was too sweet, once he left this softness, he still had some memories.

But this is the only time to take advantage of someone's danger, not to mention what Zhongyuan Zhong would think of him if exposed, what he hopes more is to be able to do this kind of intimate thing with the sober Zhongye, not now.

He Quanlian took two steps back, looked at Nakahara Chuya who was still sitting on the sofa and was breathing heavily, and planned to leave the room first to calm down: "...I'll get you some water."

He turned around and wanted to leave the room full of pink bubbles quickly, but at this moment, his arm was firmly grasped by someone.

I saw that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know when he broke away from the shackles of the quilt, and his whole body was covered with a strange red film.

Just being held by the wrist, He Quanlian felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, making him unable to resist at all.

And then, this feeling became more concrete.

Grabbing his wrist and suddenly pushing aside, He Quanlian's center of gravity was unstable, and she wobbled and fell backwards, landing at the right angle on the chair she was sitting on just now.

Being pushed, He Quanlian subconsciously supported the armrests on both sides and straightened his back. When his vision was finally clear, an enlarged version of his face appeared in front of him.

The orange-haired boy who frowned slightly and stared at him just bent down, his blue eyes were as bright as the sea, staring into his eyes without blinking.

He raised his left knee and placed it on the chair near He Quanlian's knee, and grabbed the back of the chair behind He Quanlian with both hands, in an intimate posture that encloses people in it, preventing He Quanlian from having any contact with each other. The possibility of being able to escape.

He Quanlian felt a sense of oppression when facing him directly. Under Zhongye Zhongye's sharp eyes like a falcon, he was like a soft and weak little white rabbit, who could only tremble and wait for the opponent's attack.

This feeling of not being able to take the initiative made He Quanlian very uneasy, he curled up his fingers slightly, and showed a somewhat stiff smile to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye, "Zhong Ye?"

The moment he called out Nakahara Chuya's name, Nakahara Chuya suddenly moved.

The arm supporting the back of the chair was tense, and even though it was covered by a thin layer of shirt, the beautiful curves could still be seen clearly.

He was wearing the same small waistcoat as before, with two necklines loosened at will, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, with a faint glimpse of the delicate collarbone.

The slightly curly hair that fell on the neck and hung down, swayed randomly, inadvertently swept He Quanlian's cheeks, and then fell to the Adam's apple again.

The slightly itchy touch made He Quanlian shrink back inadvertently, but in the next second, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because the wine-smelling lips that belonged to Zhongya Chuya had fallen off finely.

Hot, anxious, impatient... His kisses are as hot and rough as his personality, he keeps licking his lips without saying a word, and likes to nibble from time to time, the feeling of ascension that hits the brain directly is so tingling and numb. Attacked He Quanlian.

She never thought that Xiaotuanzi, who had always been extremely shy, would counterattack, and He Quanlian couldn't help being dumbfounded.

And because his brain was blank, he just sat there stiffly like a wooden man, without giving any response.

This aroused great dissatisfaction among Zhongye, who was in a state of anxiety.

The attack became more and more brutal, without any skill but with the violence and passion unique to teenagers, Zhong Yuanzhong also showed his dexterous tongue, forcefully prying open the closed lips.

When he got in contentedly, the unbearable anger rushed out immediately, wantonly rolling the sweet body fluid in his mouth.

He Quanlian had nowhere to hide from this strong sense of oppression, and could only be forced to keep tilting her head back, cooperating with the other party's rough kissing method.

The ambiguous sound of water in his ears even made him blush, and the uninterrupted attack deprived him of oxygen, causing crystal tears to overflow from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, his face was blushing, and his chest heaved rapidly with.

This is really... so exciting.

Who would have thought that Nakahara Chuya, who had just kissed for the first time, would already be so good after just one kiss!

Could it be that after being drunk, Zhong is also the type who likes to release desire?

He Quanlian was thinking dimly.

Probably because of the atmosphere full of lust, coupled with the numbness of alcohol, and the irritating kiss, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't control his impulse, and the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time in his heart burst out suddenly.

As a result, it exploded in this form.

He Quanlian does not dislike Chuya Chuya who is attacking. Although it will make him lose his sense of security, Chuya Zhongya's extremely rare initiative is obviously more precious in his heart.

...Well, precious is precious, but this is too intense.

He Quanlian frowned, and felt that her mouth was sore, and the feeling of suffocation became more intense, showing a feeling of dizziness.

A little unbearable, he pushed Chuya Nakahara's chest weakly, just wanting to remind him.

But people who are drunk obviously can't understand this method. After waiting for a while, He Quanlian only felt that the suffocation did not decrease, but was about to suffocate him to death.

So the hand that was pushing the chest began to exert force, as if aware of his resistance, Zhong Yuanzhong, whose mind was occupied by impulse, finally stopped attacking slowly.

Panting in a low voice, he parted the already swollen lips, and oxygen instantly poured into He Quanlian's lungs, making him take a deep breath subconsciously.

After finally her brain returned to normal, He Quanlian held her slightly hot cheeks and looked brightly at Nakahara Chuya who was looking down at him. Under the gaze, He Quanlian didn't know what to say for a while.

After the impulse was vented, what was left was a slight embarrassment.

He Quanlian took the lead and couldn't help looking away, feeling an indescribable sense of shame in his heart.

On the contrary, it was an exchange of offense and defense. Zhong Yuanzhong had been watching him quietly all the time, and suddenly put his palm on his cheek, and the warm body temperature covered it like this.

"I……"

He slowly uttered a word from his alcohol-smelling lips, and He Quanlian raised his eyes curiously, anticipating what he would say.

However, in the next second, the body supporting the back of the chair suddenly fell on He Quanlian's body, and his arms also fell down weakly.

He Quanlian was pressed so hard that he almost didn't bleed out his internal organs, and he didn't find out until he checked Zhongye's appearance in a panic.

——It turns out that Chuya Zhongyuan had already fallen asleep.

Treating him as a pillow, she rubbed her cheek against his clothes very comfortably.

"..."

Damn, run away after teasing.Scumbag!

Hequanlian looked at Chuya Nakahara who was sleeping in the dark in a very speechless manner, and gritted his teeth viciously.

But for such a Zhongye in the Central Plains, he loves, hates and has nothing to do. After all, he was the first to stir up the fire in the first place.

Suppressing the small flames that ignited in his heart, He Quanlian began to drag Chuya Nakahara's body to the bed with all his strength.

——at the speed of a turtle.

But after exhausting himself and finally throwing him on the bed, the hand around his waist tightly wrapped around him, preventing him from having any possibility of leaving.

……Fine.

It is almost impossible to escape from the palm of Nakahara Nakaya, whose hand strength is a hundred times stronger than his. He Quanlian simply followed him into bed, lying on his side and staring at Nakahara Nakaya's calmness With a sleepy face, he stretched out his hands that were about to move, and poked on the soft cheek.

In his sleep, he noticed that Zhong Yuan Zhong, who was not.too.stable.stable, trembled slightly, and inadvertently rubbed his cheek against the bed under him, trying to avoid this harassment.

That extremely cute expression once again brushed He Quanlian's favorability in her heart, and she couldn't hold back, He Quanlian came to him again and kissed him ambiguously.

Then for some reason, Zhong Yuan, whose eyes were closed again, took the initiative, and the intimate intimacy turned into a French kiss again.

……

After finally calming down the impulse, Zhong Yuan put his arms around He Quanlian's shoulders, and put his arms around his chest without saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, He Quanlian's forehead was pressed against the fiery chest, and on the back was the arm carefully encircling him.

It seems that the Dragon Clan is hiding something they love, and they don't intend to give anyone a chance to covet it.

The corners of He Quanlian's lips were slightly raised, and she was in a happy mood for this protective and intimate gesture, as if tasting the sweetness of honey.

Even the tingling tongue from the long kiss is not so concerned.

In the ear is the rhythmic heartbeat of Nakahara Chuya, like a lullaby, beating Hequanlian's eardrum one after another.

Maybe it was because this embrace was too.comfortable.perhaps it was because she was too tired last night, He Quanlian slowly closed her eyes, and she also fell into sleep unconsciously.

When the warm beam of light fell through the glass into the slightly dim room in the afternoon, it hit half of the sleeping boy's face as if it had been coated with a layer of gold.

The eyelids trembled involuntarily, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help opening his eyes with difficulty.

There was a moment of haze in his vision, but with the number of blinks and the brain starting to wake up, he squinted his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling, and his eyes finally focused.

Hiss, I have a headache.

He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but the dull pain from his forehead made his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands to his forehead.

But just when he raised his hand, he was keenly aware of some warm body temperature coming from one side, and the shallow breathing sound of other people drilled into his ears.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stared at him, he could enter his room and be so close to him, and he judged the danger of this person in an instant in his brain.

His fist turned sharply in mid-air, and he raised his hand to grab the man's lifeline, but when he was about to touch the man's neck, his eyes widened suddenly, and his movements froze on the spot .

The black-haired boy was quietly lying on his side, his soft hair was scattered on the bedding, and a few strands casually brushed the slender eyelashes. On his fair and handsome face, the corners of his lips were faintly traced. Curved, her body curled up, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Like an insecure, weak little rabbit.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, seeing him, the vigilance in his heart disappeared quietly.

Looking at Hequanlian like this, it was as if he could see the beauty of life, and the quietness, happiness, and satisfaction filled his heart bit by bit, making him involuntarily curl his lips.

Under his gentle gaze, the young man who seemed to have a feeling trembled his eyelids, and slowly opened a pair of silver eyes that were as bright as the stars.

In an instant, it was as if stars were born in his eyes, shining with beautiful brilliance.

After that, the boy turned his face away, and after seeing his figure, he suddenly burst into a warm smile.

"you're awake?"

"..."

Nakahara Chuya's cheeks suddenly heated up for some reason, and the calm state of mind just now was turbulent, which disturbed his mind. He subconsciously recognized and looked at each other: "Yeah."

After a few seconds, he felt that something was wrong and quickly asked, "Why, are you in my room?!"

Still in this intimate posture!

He Quanlian sat up, stretched comfortably and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon and he had slept for at least three hours.

Facing Nakahara Nakaya's surprised and somewhat shy expression, his expression paused, and he glanced over meaningfully: "What happened, don't you remember everything?"

The question he asked was so meaningful that even Zhong Yuan Zhong tried his best to ignore the strangeness in it, but he couldn't do it.

Nakahara Chuya's expression became more and more strange and disturbed, his eyebrows and eyes tensed up nervously: "... I don't remember."

His palm hanging by his side suddenly curled up unintentionally: "Could it be that I ... did, did something to you?"

The words were spoken by himself, but after tightening his lips, he felt embarrassed again, and raised his hand to grab the messy hair.

It's no wonder that he was thinking about it in this way. After all, it is a person who wakes up and finds someone sleeping next to him, and his movements are still very intimate, so he can't help but think wildly.

Moreover, he has always had an inexplicable feeling for He Quanlian. If it were someone else, maybe he would have beaten him up long ago, but it was He Quanlian who was always stirring his heart. , He has no way to face each other with an ordinary attitude.

"Hmm...do you remember how you got into this state?" He Quanlian observed his expression with interest.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned: "I drank some wine, and then..."

"Then you became drunk and made a mess in the room." He Quanlian accepted his words with a smile, and casually pointed at the messy ground with her fingers, showing him.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a little ashamed, and said a few words dryly, "So that's how it is."

In fact, he has a certain understanding of his wine quality. Once drunk, he will act indiscriminately and cause trouble to his subordinates.

"I was caught by your subordinates and tricked into this door, and then I saw a scene I had never seen before." He Quanlian's explanation continued, "I wanted to help you sober up, but you hugged me , I have no choice but to lie beside you, and I fell asleep like this unexpectedly."

"That's how it happened."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath immediately, not having the aspect he thought of made him feel relaxed, but thinking of He Quanlian's attitude of forbearance, he asked again with some doubts: "No Something else?"

Are you referring to the fact that I asked you about Moon Shadow Mask, or the fact that you pushed me on the chair and kissed me?

He Quanlian complained in her heart, but there was no flaw in her smile on her face: "No more, why do you ask such a question?"

"It's nothing." Zhongyuan Zhong finally felt relieved.

While speaking, his tongue accidentally swept across his gums, but he frowned suddenly.

Because a strange tingling sensation came from the tip of his tongue, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

...Could it have been accidentally bitten after being drunk?

He thought dejectedly, turned over and got out of bed.

He Quanlian also got off the ground after him. The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Although they didn't speak, the atmosphere was very warm.

This can't help reminding Nakahara that he hasn't talked to Hequanlian for a long time. Since the awkward atmosphere last time, he has devoted himself to his work, and the number of times he can see Hequanlian is very few .

And because of various reasons, he didn't have the courage to go up to say hello. If he hadn't met today, he didn't know when he would speak again.

Thinking of this, Nakahara Chuya felt really lucky in his heart.

Although he wanted to continue to deepen the conversation, the mess in the room and the smell of alcohol on his body made him a little uncomfortable.

What's more, for some reason, a fire gathered in his chest, which made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he wanted to release it as soon as possible.

Therefore, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it and suggested: "I want to take a bath, why don't you wait for me outside first?"

He Quanlian complied with the situation, retreated and closed the door behind her.

In my heart, I was half regretful, and half happy.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't remember that kiss either, and as expected, it became a secret that only belonged to him.

"Hequan!"

Before he had much time to sigh, he was stopped by the familiar figure not far away.

He Quanlian looked up and found that it was the mafia subordinate who sent him to Chuya's house.

If this person hadn't stopped him, he wouldn't have experienced such a wonderful thing, and He Quanlian's affection for this person doubled in an instant.

He wanted to chat with the other party for a while to pass the time, but he patted his shoulder comfortingly with one hand, and gave him a sympathetic look: "Izumi, it is said that Mr. Dazai has been looking for you for a long time."

He Quanlian's smile was so stiff on his face.

He had completely forgotten about it!

The subordinate of the Mafia sighed unbearably: "Seek good luck."

So, in his pitiful eyes, Izumi Ren drifted to Dazai Osamu's office in a daze.

It is obviously useless to explain the reason seriously to the black mud spirit. If he wants to gain the initiative in the next confrontation with Osamu Dazai, he has to keep the topic in his own hands.

Coupled with the need to let Osamu Dazai see the complete skin on the back of his waist, a bold plan came to Izumi Ren's mind.

The moment he opened the door and entered Osamu Dazai's office, Izumi Ren took a deep breath to calm down his nervous heart.

As soon as he opened the door, the figure sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed up and down, sitting upright, came into his sight.

Osamu Dazai raised his kite-colored eyes to look at him with a half-smile, the profundity and murderous look in them made Hequanlian straighten her back subconsciously.

"Did you finally remember me?"

The slightly lowered voice showed that the master was in a bad mood. Osamu Dazai clasped his hands on his knees, and his smile didn't reach his eyes: "I've been looking for you for a long time."

Hequanlian lowered her head slightly, like a primary school student who was blamed for doing something wrong, looking at Osamu Dazai with that innocent expression, it made Osamu Dazai feel a bit unbearable to blame.

But that's just He Quanlian's trick. He has always disguised himself like this to make his life more comfortable.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help but lightly chuckled joyfully at the heart that once again peeled off a layer of Izumi Ren, but mercifully changed the subject: "By the way, I have something to tell..."

"Mr. Dazai!"

Suddenly, He Quanlian raised the volume and pronounced his name very solemnly.

Usually when he did this, it was either that he was about to make trouble, or he was already doing it, Dazai paused and looked over with slightly raised eyebrows.

"I was wrong."

In the next second, He Quanlian admitted her mistake frankly.

Well, frankly, it doesn't look like the other party's character at all.

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai asked with great interest; "What did you do wrong?"

"At that time, I should not have taken out my phone to check 'the reason why my boss asked me to take off my clothes in the office', but should have checked 'what should I do when my boss asked me to take off my clothes in the office'."

Ren Izumi spoke righteously, and successfully made Osamu Dazai fall into speechless silence.

"The boss's order has been obeyed unconditionally." And Quanlian didn't need his response, and then stretched her finger to the tie at the collar with a righteous face, "I will take off my clothes now, there will be no doubts .”

While speaking, he kept pulling on his tie, and deftly unbuttoned his chest with his bony fingers, revealing a large creamy chest.

His movements were so fast that before Osamu Dazai could find the deep meaning of this sentence, a large spring was reflected in front of his eyes.

After several days of exercise by the Mafia, the muscle volume of He Quanlian's lower abdomen has increased significantly, and there is no trace of excess fat on the waist.

However, I don't know if it's because of his body, but his lower abdomen is still smooth, like a high-quality suet jade, just the beautiful color makes people linger subconsciously.

After a long time, Osamu Dazai was attracted by the looming beauty again, his eyes poked over from the side of his waist, and then stuck there.

Half of He Quanlian's clothes have been taken off, and she is still asking seriously: "Do I need to take off all of them?"

"Yes……"

Osamu Dazai looked boldly at him, then stroked his chin thoughtfully, and smiled.

Just at the moment when he opened his mouth to answer, a person suddenly came out from the inner room, and walked towards He Quanlian quickly in two or three steps, and put a dark coat directly on the round shoulders.

As soon as Osamu Dazai raised his head, he was able to meet the calm blue eyes of the man.

"..."

"Mr. Oda?" Izumi Ren was surprised, "Have you been in the room?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who did not know when he came, wrapped his coat a little tighter, and nodded along the way.

Then, he set his eyes on Osamu Dazai, silently and quietly, staring at him.

stare at... stare at...

Osamu Dazai was stiffened by the wordless condemnation, and couldn't help explaining first: "Odasaku, this is a complete misunderstanding, I didn't do anything."

"Well, that's right." He Quanlian agreed in a timely manner: "I took off my clothes voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Dazai."

"..."

The atmosphere in the room was full of embarrassment and weirdness for a while.

This is true, even Dazai himself does not believe it.

In the next second, there was a violent kick on the door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood outside the door with a face full of murderous intent, his blue eyes were sharp and harbored hostility.

Then without saying a word, he kicked Osamu Dazai.

"Bastard Dazai, you die for me——!"

The author has something to say: a book is satisfying, but also only writes about kisses, above the neck, super healthy~

In the end Osamu Dazai lived up to expectations and was misunderstood by various people, Amen.