The hero's useless super power

Wen Er could just turn around and leave, he really could, but for some reason, maybe he was too busy or maybe he wanted to find an answer to get rid of this "useless ability", and finally he followed suit, It's just that he deliberately didn't go to the man's side, but sat down next to Wen Ze, which could give him a little "sense of security".

"Are you in a good relationship?" The man exchanged a few words with Lu Qingzhou, glanced at Wen Er for a while with sizing eyes, and narrowed his eyes to reveal the smell of a vixen, "How many years have you been together?"

"We haven't been together for a second." Wen Er replied calmly.

Wen Ze laughed dryly, kicked Wen Er secretly, and said, "Not long."

A few people chatted awkwardly for a while, Wen Er mused drinking water, Lu Qingzhou was so flirtatious, Wen Ze felt heavy pressure: "Why the hell are you asking this?"Do you just come up and ask if you have any strange abilities?

Just when Wen Ze was racking his brains, Lu Qingzhou, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly said, "Wen Wen, accompany me to the bathroom."

Wen Ze almost spit out his wine. "Accompanying him to the toilet" in this place has an unusual meaning. The man looked over with ambiguous eyes, smiled for a moment and then landed on Wen Er, as if stretching out a small hand from his eyes In indescribable.

Wen Ze felt that Wen Er suddenly leaned over, his thighs pressed against him tightly, and the temperature of his body conveyed his nervousness through the fine fabric.When he was about to refuse Lu Qingzhou's request, suddenly a huge force picked him up and stumbled out of the private room.

It wasn't until the end of the corridor that Wen Ze broke free from Lu Qingzhou's pull, and said angrily, "Why the hell are you crazy?"

Lu Qingzhou leaned against the wall and panted for a long time, trembling like taking drugs for a long time, then leaned over and said in horror: "I, I think..."

Wen Ze's heart moved, and he said: "You have a reaction? What do you want to do?"

Lu Qingzhou grabbed Wen Ze's collar, his eyes were full of pleading: "I want to lick your feet."

After hearing this sentence, Wen Ze picked up Lu Qingzhou's face and pulled it hard. Seeing Lu Qingzhou's pale face and swaying all over, he said calmly: "You hide really deep, don't worry, I won't disagree... ..."

Before the words fell, Lu Qingzhou slapped Wen Ze on the head.

"What the hell are you making a fuss about?!" Lu Qingzhou said angrily, "I'm affected! I'm affected! It's just like the last time you insisted on telling me to do a dick dance in the toilet, this is Influence!"

How can Wen Ze not understand that he just took the opportunity to amuse his friends. At this time, when he was mentioned in the black history, he suddenly felt a little guilty, and smiled apologetically: "I think the atmosphere is too serious, just kidding."

Lu Qingzhou said angrily: "Joke your sister, what if your Boss Wen said he wanted to lick you?"

Wen Ze was taken aback by what he said, and Wen Er's cold face appeared in his mind, and he said "I want to lick you" in a low voice-the word "feet" after that was naturally ignored, he didn't have this A hobby—this fantasy made him shudder, and a puff of heat rose in his lower abdomen.

Fuck, I must be possessed!

When Wen Ze slapped himself soberly, Lu Qingzhou seemed to get rid of the influence, and said maliciously while straightening his collar: "Oh, tell me, if we leave, will that man do something to Boss Wen?" ? Is Boss Wen unaffected? What if..."

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, Wen Ze immediately ran back in three steps at a time, almost knocking open the door, and saw Wen Er and the man's heads were close together, and they were all leaning against each other.

"What are you doing?!" Wen Ze roared angrily.

Wen Er and the man raised their heads at the same time, both a little surprised.

"No wonder you are not affected!" The man blurted out, his face glowing with excitement, "I thought I was the only one in the world who had this kind of thing!"

Wen Ze was stunned, and said, "You... have already said it?"

In fact, Wen Er's communication method was very effective. The man accepted their existence smoothly and confessed his situation frankly.

"I have a foot fetish, so people who are close to me want to lick their feet. How do I feel that this is a reflection of our thoughts?" The man pondered for a while, his eyes rolled around Wen Ze's lower body, "Anyway, this matter is It didn't go my way."

Wen Ze was so stared at that he couldn't help but sat down, crossed his legs, and said, "What's wrong with you? You are a foot fetishist, and people who approach you want to lick their feet. Aren't you so excited?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Please understand, I am a foot fetishist, okay? I want to lick other people's feet, not for the person I like to lick other people's feet!"

The amount of information in this passage is too large, and both Wen Er and Wen Ze digested it blankly for a long time before they understood it.

"Your hobby is licking other people's feet?" Wen Ze asked.

"That's right!" the man said angrily, "What's the result? The person I'm looking at wants to lick his feet, but he wants to lick the person he has the best relationship with! After a long time, my ability is to create foot fetishism, fuck, There are very few people who are willing to accept this kind of sexual fetish, okay, there are too many monks, and I don’t want to add more competitors.”

Wen Er and Wen Ze digested silently for a while.

"Do you want someone to lick your feet?" Wen Er's expression was calm when he asked this question, but Wen Ze saw his feet moving back and forth restlessly on the ground.

"Who can eat my stinky feet? Fuck!" The man had a disgusted expression on his face, "I don't have this kind of perverted hobby, I just want to lick the kind of white and fragrant, delicate skin, painted pure nails Oily feet! My fetish is not narcissism!"

"It's really hard to accept the word pervert coming out of your mouth." Wen Ze couldn't help but twitch the muscles on his face, and complained, "And don't talk about such detailed sexual fetishes anymore, this is straight... Honest people, we're not very open to special interests."

The man showed a disdainful expression: "Come on, mainstream society doesn't look much better for a gay like you, at least I can still accept women, don't laugh at fifty steps."

"Be clear, the only ones behind you on the chain of contempt are SM and necrophilia, okay?" Wen Ze retorted, "How many countries have legalized same-sex marriage, you let foot fetishism be legal?"

"It's legal in the first place, which country makes it illegal to lick feet?" The man snorted, "It's not exhibitionism!"

Wen Ze was about to defend himself, when he suddenly felt that Wen Er was too quiet, he turned his head and said, "Don't keep talking, let's judge!"

Wen Er glanced at Wen Ze expressionlessly, and said, "You guys are so talkative, just like women."

Wen Ze: "..."

Man: "Wow, how on earth do you have a straight male cancer that hits both genders with one shot?"

Wen Ze interrupted rather sourly: "Powerful, powerful, beautiful, and big dick."

The man raised his eyebrows, picked up his wine glass and said, "You are amazing."

The topic died here, the person was found, but there was no progress other than the conclusion of "it really is a useless ability".

When Wen Ze's mind was empty, Wen Er's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You and Lu Qingzhou have a good relationship?" He turned his head when he heard the voice, and found Wen Er's face was close at hand, and the remnants of his breath hit his when he spoke. At the tip of the nose, the little bit of hot air spread out, causing a large area of ​​uncontrollable goosebumps.

I 'fuck!