Violet and the Thorn Bird

Chapter 39 Human Body

The restaurant was very quiet, there were no other guests around, and the host came to the table lightly and put down the steaming drink.Belle was lying on the edge of the table, salivating over her drink.

"My hunter never goes wrong," said Borg, "I deny your request."

"You should think, not blurt," Roseanne said. "I can't trust an ally who won't pay the price. Your hunter hurt my brother, and he must be held accountable."

"It's capricious," Borg said, "but I still refuse your request."

The smoke in front of Rosanna's black eyes has disappeared, which made her lips that were still raised a little unhappy, "You should think about it. I don't want his life, I just give him some punishment."

"Why don't you tell me how you plan to punish me." Gal said, "I need some mental preparations to meet the wrath of the beauty."

"While speaking, you should lower your head and avoid my gaze." Roseanne said, "Sitting at the same table with thieves is just a privilege for Borg lovers, don't get too carried away. I am by no means discriminating against the adventurers here , I hate the shamelessness and despicability of thieves. They rely on low-level methods to obtain other people's income, and they are the most shameless people."

"Then how should the Green people call themselves? Entering and leaving other people's territories without permission, plundering and slaughtering. You are not thieves, but you are more shameful than thieves, because you are still robbing life and freedom." Gal took a sip of the hot drink, Soothed by the sweet and sour taste, "Don't quarrel with me, lady, and don't play tricks on me. You don't stand on the moral high ground, you and I are crawling in the lowlands. Don't always talk about justice Side, that's an excuse for hooligans and hypocrites, just like me, and like you. Your sitting at the table with me is not a privilege for a Borg lover, but a face-on for your own inferiority. Request? Oh, you still say Request?" Gal looked at her with a smile, speaking freely, "Next time I see Randolph, I'll beat him until he can't find a home, I promise."

"Uh," Gray swallowed the fries, "our hunters always have a bad temper."

"Go ahead and try." Roseanne stared at Gal, "If you dare to touch my brother again, I will make you lose your hands and feet, dirty thief."

"That's out of the conversation for cooperation." Borg clasped his hands. "But Roseanne, I need to warn you not to give any orders to my hunter. Randolph lives under his sister's skirt, and he's insulting His teacher Richard's Juggernaut Glory. You should let him train hard, not blame the opponent, which is a coward's complaint."

"You're not a teacher, Borg, don't reason with me, that's not your specialty." Roseanne glared at Gall, "You defend a thief, which makes me unable to believe that you will keep your promise in cooperation."

Borg bit a cigarette, and he kindly reminded, "Miss, you can also choose to turn around and leave."

Garr is right, Green is now at a disadvantage in front of Liao, because their needs are necessary, but Lian is not.This puts the initiative in Borg's hands. He can refuse any request from Roseanne, and he can even raise the toll again. Roseanne doesn't want to anger Borg at this time.

Just a thief, there are too many ways to kill him.

When the two parties signed, Roseanne looked at Borg again, "I know you took Tabor's goods. Although the amount is not large, it is enough to make him angry. I will not pursue the whereabouts of these snake people. This is for Li Li first gift."

"I want to know the exact date of your payment," Borg said. "As you can see, I'm a bit busy right now, but that doesn't stop my financial friend from handling the books. I don't like people paying on credit."

"When you leave the Violet City." Roseanne stood up and straightened her dress gently, "I will pay the bill. 5000 million gold coins is not a small amount, and transportation takes time, so I need to pay in three installments. The guards of the snake people are chosen by me."

Money is not a small amount, she can't give it to Borg unsuspectingly, she must ensure that Borg is really doing something, not a fraud.

"Yes," said Borg, "you are always welcome."

Roseanne passed Gal when she was about to get into the carriage.With Belle on Cal's shoulder, the cub sneezed in the scent of roses, making Roseanne look sideways.

"Your baby is just like you," Roseanne said softly. "Crawlers from the trash."

"Randolph's ass is very up." Gal said goodbye affectionately, "I don't know if yours can compete with his. Sorry, it's too abrupt, a lady's ass can't be touched, it's better than a piece of chicken to me Attractive." Gal whispered to her, "By the way, you blocked my sight, and all I saw was a filthy quagmire. I want to praise Green, the rose will wither eventually. Winter is coming, keep warm. "

He sniffed Roseanne lightly, then turned his head and sneezed unceremoniously.Roseanne smiled at him again, and climbed gracefully into the carriage.

"What did she wipe?" Gal rubbed his nose, "I'm allergic to the smell, I can't stop sneezing."

"It's pleasant when you smell it," said Berger. "Like a dog that's found meat."

"No!" Gal said, "I just took a polite sniff, and the smell has clouded my nose since she walked in the door, making me sick."

"And then you touched her breasts uncomfortably." Borg turned to him, playful, "The guy who touches women."

"No, I didn't touch it, don't talk so lewdly. Baby, I swear I like your pecs better." Gal raised his finger. "I just want this. I have money to pay Borg."

"I don't take it." Borg glanced at the things he was carrying. "It smells like Roseanne. You'd better throw it away right away or you'll be sleeping under the bed tonight."

When Roseanna got off the carriage, the maid suddenly screamed, then lowered her voice and leaned into Roseanna's ear.Rosanna lowered her eyes quickly, and the ruby ​​hanging from her chest disappeared, and was replaced by a metal decoration that could be bought for a silver coin on the street.She immediately took off the necklace with a bad complexion.

The decorations also pop off, releasing the crumbs of Belle's fries.

"Damn thief..." Rosanna clenched her fingertips and said angrily, "The guy who deserves to go to hell!"

"She must be cursing me," Gal said before going to bed. "I still want to sneeze."

"And then you're stuffed under the covers," Borg said. "It sounds like fart."

"...I'm very hygienic!" Gal put his head in the palm of his hand, "Lying on my stomach like this, I can only be stuffed in the quilt. This position is too uncomfortable, and I feel like I'm going to be short of breath, Borg."

Borg didn't reply, Gal thought he was going to sleep, and wanted to say something, but Borg raised his hand, led him up, and led him sideways to the pillow.Gal got his wish and was finally able to lie on the pillow and pull the quilt to his chest, but this required him to lie in Borg's arms, and he could hear Borg's chest throbbing when he turned his head.

The heartbeat was strong, and Gal was kept in the dark, surrounded by the smell of Borg, which made his nose feel better, so he smelled it again.

"You rubbed my neck," Borg said.

"Yes, I got it, you have a special smell." Gal said, "I want to rub it again."

"If you don't want to sleep," Borg said, "we have plenty of time to do something else."

"Just smell it!" Gal turned his head and sniffed his scent on his chest again, and then fell into a brief silence.

"Are you stuck with the smell?" Borg whispered.

"No... no, no." Gal was a little strange, he seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't want to tell Borg.He changed his posture, turned around, and his legs curved strangely, "I'm so sleepy, I almost can't keep my eyes open, Borg, go to sleep, good night."

The room fell silent.

After a few minutes.

Borg said: "Are you hard because of the taste?"

"...I didn't!" Gal gritted his teeth, "I said good night, shut up and stop talking, Borg..."

"Big discovery." Borg said happily, "I'm also very excited about you. Is it because we haven't made games in a while?"

"No..." Gal began to sweat, and his special smell quickly permeated, which was something he couldn't control himself.

But this is very strange.

Gal felt that something might be wrong with his body.

The devil's estrus period is specific, and in Gal's budget, that day will not come when he lies in the coffin, and his estrus period is still far away.But when he smelled Borg just now, the reaction that shouldn't have happened instantly came.

Oops.

Is it because of the "game" they played before?Or is it because the seal makes the body dependent on Borg?The smell of the Borg seduced him.

Gal swallowed his saliva, his lips were dry, and he rolled over suddenly, reaching for his hands to escape.But Borg dragged him back, his eyes were his greatest chains.

"...Let me go!" Gal resisted, "...this is not my heat period!"

"Yes, you are normal during the day." Borg raised his head calmly. "Running won't solve the problem. Did it start today?"

"Yes, yes, only today." Gal's back was wet with sweat.

"Very good." Borg said, "Then we discovered it in time, and we can make preparations early. Let's talk about what happens when the devil is in heat first? Is he courting?"

Will enter into a long search.

Gal nodded.

"Have you had it before?" Borg slowed down, "You can compare and reference."

"...no," Gall said, "I don't, I never have."

"Ah," Borg said regretfully, but the line of his lips curled up without regret, "That's too bad, we need to dig out the truth step by step. Will it be hard to smell me? Next touch you What will happen, do you need me to try?"

"Stop your complacency a little bit." Gal raised his hand to block his eyes, "I seem to see the corner of your mouth upturned!"

"It seems more than that," Borg said. "You're shaking, is it because of fear? I guess not, it's too pleasurable to control. It's more exciting to imagine this with your eyes blindfolded, and you like it. Like it to put yourself into heat General sensuality, you evil peeping at my flesh."

"...I want to beat you up more and more every day," Gal said.

"I need to observe more carefully. We need to find out what is going on with this matter. A demon king is indulging in some kind of pleasure before the heat comes. Listen, he is gasping for pleasure." Borg hissed softly One click, "Voice is sexy."

In the darkness, Gal seemed to be able to really hear his own panting, the sweat all over his body became denser, and the sweet smell that emanated seemed to entangle Borg tightly.

"Gal," said Borg, "the demon king of lust."

Gal gritted his teeth shamefully at this sentence.

"It's a surprise." Borg said, "You are very sensitive to words, and you don't even need me to be provocative. But I can tell you that this is indeed not the rut of the devil. You always forget that you are now in a human body. Humans usually have a physiological reaction to someone who has a crush on them, should I say that you subconsciously expect us to play the last game again, or should I say it." His fingers brushed away Gal's drenched black hair, "You like me? "

"Yeah I like it," Gal said, "Of course I am, you just said I was spying on your flesh. But what use would I want your flesh? I don't like cannibalism. As for the rest, you have to trust my dear." , I'm really young, and it's too early for me to go into heat. But I can't explain what's going on now... Do human boys do this? Are you hard on someone's smell too?"

"No, I haven't," Borg replied decisively.

"You have a guilty conscience." Gal commented, "You never answer questions so quickly."

"Are you too hard to sleep?" Borg asked dangerously, "Then I can help."

"No thanks, I don't want to play games today!" Gal clamped his legs tighter, "It's getting more and more dangerous for us to sleep together!"

"Yes." Borg closed his eyes, "There's a guy peeping at me right in my arms, hard on me, and smelling me, it sounds very perverted. You opened your eyes, right? "

"If you mean the eyes of the Demon King." Gal said inexplicably, "Yes, I have opened them now. Does this have anything to do with what we are discussing?"

"Honestly," Borg said, "have you ever looked at me with those eyes, like in the shower?"

"...Am I a rogue?" Gall said.

"You paused." Borg touched the tip of his ear with his fingertips, "Be honest with Gal."

"I didn't." Gall replied immediately.

"Really?" Borg said.

"Really not! I didn't, why would you think so? Give me a little trust honey! It's too bad to peek at you in the shower, I'll ask you directly if I want to. And what's so good about taking a shower? You It's not unusual for me to feel your muscles anytime." Gal retorted quickly.

"Good," said Borg. "What do you like about Tabor?"

"I don't like Tabor." Gal couldn't keep up with the sudden turn of the subject, "Why did you suddenly think of Tabor?"

"Tuber likes to wear red underwear," Borg said, "kindly revealing to you."

"...Really?!" Gal was shocked, "Oh, oh, I can't tell...the difference in your preferences is so big, you always wear dark colors. Why do we have the same underwear?"

"No." Bogra said in a long tone, "I can't wear the same underwear. It's just in the bathroom. You look carefully."

"..." Gal laughed awkwardly.

"'Give me a little trust honey,'" Borg quipped. "You were hard tonight for a reason, and next time you should close your eyes properly, and I'd be more than happy to open the door and let you in."

Gal rolled his Adam's apple, pretending to be asleep.