[Comprehensive] Mr. Dazai who can't die

"Chuya, chuya~" chattered all the way, "Chuya, how did you find me?"

"I think I hid it well."

Just kidding, if Osamu Dazai defected, Koyo Ozaki would have taken him back to the port mafia, and he would have killed the traitor with one bullet.

and so……

"Chuya tell me~ How did you find me?"

Stopping Mr. Nakahara's progress, Mr. Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox, "Could it be that your love for me, Chuya, has risen to the so-called telepathy?"

This bold conjecture made Mr. Dazai's eyes shine, and he couldn't help turning around in circles, "Oh, I didn't expect you to like me so much~"

Mr. Dazai made a big gesture with his hands, and Mr. Dazai was a little complacent.

Unbearably disturbed, Mr. Zhongyuan stood beside the zebra crossing and finally stopped.

"Dazai, what are you worrying about?"

"Chuya, what are you kidding, I'm happy!" The kite-colored eyes showed a trace of pity, "I always knew that Zhongye had a small brain, but I didn't expect that you couldn't even see such a simple emotion. Got it."

Mr. Zhongyuan finally turned around, and he looked straight at the man in the light-colored windbreaker in front of him.

Maybe it's because she's an adult, her originally deep eyes, like the finest sapphires, have restrained her sharpness, and usually look more like a cold spring, calm flowing water, but it can't be ignored.

This is the cold spring that Mr. Wang fascinated Mr. Dazai, and at this moment the reflection inside is all him.

When the green light came on, in front of the hurrying passers-by, the two people who stood still in place looked like aliens, and seemed out of place. Mr. Zhongyuan, who had not received an answer after waiting for a long time, withdrew his eyes and pursed his lips, as if Like a compromise, "Forget it, whatever you want."

Regardless of the expression of the man behind him, he strode forward and left.

He didn't hear familiar footsteps behind him until he crossed the road.

"Tsk."

Why did this kind of meticulous work of comforting people appear on him!Is Osamu Dazai that man a girl?Why do you want him to coax you?

The irritable Mr. Zhongyuan was like a firecracker that exploded at one o'clock at this time. He rejected the postcard from the scout who followed him, lowered the brim of his hat irritably, and was about to turn around. Sure enough, he went to beat the wrong mackerel alright.

The moment he turned around, he was pulled vigorously, his center of gravity was slightly unstable, and he fell into the familiar, slightly thin arms.

"Really, Chuya." The gorgeous bass sounded in Mr. Zhongyuan's ears, "It's a foul to look at me with that kind of eyes."

"Oh?" Mr. Zhongyuan showed a slightly bloody smile when a large carnivore was hunting, "None of my business!"

Feeling the strength around his waist gradually strengthened, Mr. Zhongyuan even faintly felt a little out of breath.

However, the instigator seems to have discovered nothing.

Or……

Mr. Dazai enjoys the feeling of being able to hold his slug tightly with both hands and hold it in his hands.

"What a pervert, Dazai."

Sensing something unusual, Nakahara Chuya's hoarse voice was filled with a hint of evil, "It turns out that you have become a stoner in front of so many people. Sure enough, you are just like what Sister Hongye said, you are a beast in clothes."

Unceremoniously crushing the man's feet, taking the opportunity to get away, Mr. Zhong Yuan straightened his slightly messy clothes and taunted unceremoniously.

"Would you like to give you a baby bottle?" Mr. Zhongyuan faintly mocked and said one big sister at a time, just like a baby who hasn't grown up yet.

"You bastard!"

The cold blue eyes gradually darkened, like the foreplay of an angry sea, with rough waves inside.

Then?

Then, Mr. Nakahara stopped the fire.

Because Osamu Dazai didn't intend to resist at all, he even opened his arms, with an excited face, in a posture of letting a mermaid go.

Mr. Zhongyuan: ...

Shake...shake M? ?

Wait, what did Dazai Osamu go through in the last world, and how did he cultivate this damned broken personality!

For the first time, Mr. Nakahara felt that he should have a talk with Miss Kaguya.

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but there was no response. After opening his eyes, there was an indescribable loss in his kite-colored eyes.

But this loss was replaced by an inexplicable excitement after seeing where they were standing at this moment.

"Chuya! What are you doing here?"

Standing at the entrance of the hotel, Mr. Dazai tightly wrapped his thin coat tightly, with an appearance of defending his chastity to the death.

Of course, it may be more convincing if the big tail that has already materialized behind him does not flick so cheerfully.

"What do you think, Dazai?"

Nakahara Chuya didn't even need to do anything, but the slight hook-like coda at the end of this sentence was enough to revive Gu Qianwang, who was finally calmed down by Osamu Dazai.

Under the ambiguous eyes of the etiquette staff at the front desk, opening the room and getting the key were done in one go.

Osamu Dazai even asked for the presidential suite that included the swimming pool.

It wasn't until the next day that it was light, and Mr. Dazai, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, looked around at the messy environment of the suite, as if it had been robbed, and the dried-up covers thrown everywhere at the foot of the bed.

And... Even if he made such a loud noise, he was still curled up in his arms, with hickey marks all over his body and spots of dry white spots on his face.Dazai-san rarely fell into deep thought...

How on earth did they get to this point?

It seems that everything started with a quarrel between the two.

Mr. Nakahara is dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's abnormalities everywhere today, as well as various temptations.

After repeated inquiries to no avail, Mr. Nakahara, who had no patience at all, was completely blown up when facing Osamu Dazai, whose only patience value had to be discounted.

"Didn't I reject Sesshoumaru? And didn't you hear what I said to Sesshoumaru, Dazai, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Shouldn't I be the clearest when I'm awkward?"

"Ah!"

Then, they started fighting, even if they could restrain themselves, the commotion was not small, and even in the end, the two of them pulled out each other's barn, as if they wanted to die with each other.

The war ended with an unexpected kiss.

In other words, it was a premeditated kiss.

Although the sound insulation effect of a five-star hotel is very good, if it continues like this, it may really attract the waiters.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the whiskey on the wine rack that was originally used as a decoration. Taking advantage of the gap between the neutron bullets/ammunition being exhausted and the reloading clip, Mr. Dazai opened the bottle and wrapped the whiskey in one gulp.

Before Mr. Zhongyuan could react, he hugged him, his left hand firmly grasped the hands he was trying to resist, and passed the whiskey in his mouth.

And took the opportunity to break through the barriers and wantonly attack the city and seize the territory.

Like a glutton, greedily sucking every trace of body fluid and oxygen in the warm and moist mouth.

Their battlefield shifted instantly.However, it is a pity that when Mr. Nakahara was concentrating on the battle between the lips and teeth of the two, Osamu Dazai's hand had already moved down restlessly, constantly attacking the deep memory, every sensitive point of Nakaya.

In the originally well-matched confrontation, Nakaya gradually fell to the bottom because of the mistakes of various sensitive points on his body, until he was defeated.

"Dazai you bastard."

After the kiss was over, even if Mr. Zhongyuan was cursing, it was more like acting like a baby.

Osamu Dazai's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he let out a deep laugh, "Chuya, I thought you already understood the meaning of asking a man to open up with you."

The finger slid down, hinting that Mr. Zhongyuan had already reacted, spinning between the slightly erect crotch.

"Heh." The neat orange hair that was originally treated with pomade was slightly scattered because of the fight just now, and Mr. Nakahara subconsciously pushed back the broken hair that fell to his eyes, "So you know it, Dazai."

There was indescribable sarcasm and temptation in his tone, "Since you know all about it, why do you still want me to invite you over, dead green mackerel."

That glance of amorous feelings is enough to burn out a person's reason.

Like a beast, Osamu Dazai roared, "Chuya, you asked for this!"

"Oh, it's still uncertain who goes up and who goes down."

Mr. Nakahara wrapped his feet tightly around Dazai Osamu's waist, raised his slender and fair neck, and because of the pleasure/sensation that surged under his voice, the corners of his eyes were tinged with blush, and he shouted half panting road.

"You're really energetic, Chuya." The evil-hearted flicked the wet hand, the weakness that kept crying, and Mr. Dazai heard the sound of gasping for air in his ear with satisfaction.

"Speaking of it, we are the so-called cutest height difference~" Mr. Dazai talked to divert the little man's attention while trying to get his already fancied waist out of those slender thighs. rescued.

"You said that there is a difference of more than 20 centimeters between us, but I wrote Zhongye and you weigh a few kilograms." The sound was deliberately drawn out, "Zhongye, did all your nutrition grow on the meat?"

Chuya Nakahara, who was almost speechless and severely dehydrated, kissed the man's chattering lips again as if venting his anger, wantonly absorbing the water he needed to survive from it, like a gluttonous child, sucking big mouthfuls, even There was a squeak of water.

After a long time, he gasped, "Shut up, Dazai."

"If your green mackerel, which weighs less than half a catty of meat, loses strength halfway, I will die laughing."

No male wants to be questioned by a mate.

The moment Nakahara Chuya said those words, Dazai Osamu's eyes were relieved.

He threw Chuya into the soft big bed, found a brand new box of condoms from the bedside table, and tore it open.

"Chuya, you asked for this!"