Mori Chef's self-cultivation

"Good boy" and "reward" are the most irresistible words for Kurihara.

Moreover, the one who said this was the blond loli who made him have strange throbbing and phantoms, so even if the height of the other party did not meet the standards of the elderly at all, it could make him behave in a second.

He instinctively squatted down and shrunk into a small ball.

In this way, it was just convenient for "Alice" to press the towel on top of his head and gently wipe it back and forth.

It's like a standard head-to-head kill.

Mr. First, who is good at capturing the weaknesses of human nature by observation, can't let go of the opportunity, immediately lowered his voice, and repeated softly as if bewitching: "Good boy, come, take your reward."

"..."

The figure covered by the large towel remained silent, but raised his hand honestly, and took the rabbit apple he handed over.

The white palm only opened for a moment, then quickly grasped the trophy and retracted it, which made people think of the way a feline stealing food stretched its pink plum blossom paw pads.

But Mori Ogai's focus of attention is obviously different from that of ordinary people.

His eyes just glanced over, and it was enough to see the traces of wear on the first few knuckles, and infer the weapon the opponent is good at using.

——Not pistols, guns, etc., I prefer to use cold weapons to fight.

They should have used... um, fishing line recently?

Recalling the fish soup he drank before, he can basically come to a positive conclusion, but he has to put a question mark for the time being - logically speaking, even if he goes fishing, it is impossible for a fighter to be clumsy enough to cut his finger.

Could it be that there was a dispute with someone... There is no way to determine at present.

Click, click.

The small chewing sound interrupted his thinking, maybe he noticed that he was a little distracted when he wiped his hair. The pink-haired "girl" muttered sullenly: "It's obviously not something I made by myself, but it turned out to be a It's too cunning to send out gifts."

"Isn't the mind more important?"

The experienced tactical group knew the essence of whoring for free, so they simply pushed Kurihara to sit on the carpet, while he nestled back on the sofa that was a little higher, and picked up the remote control to play the previously selected movie.

The lights in the room then dimmed a lot, except for the position of the projection screen that reflected the light.

All the things that Zhongyuan Zhongye chose are high-end products, so when the audio system starts to play its role, the living room will immediately have an immersive movie theater atmosphere.

"Because I don't know what you like to watch..."

He obviously agreed to choose according to his own preferences, but Mr. Chief, who went online with a trumpet, cleverly avoided the risk of exposing his inner world, and supplemented it with seemingly intimate explanations to smooth things over.

"I rummaged through the popular recommendations, and selected one with a good rating...By the way, Mr. Zhongye's history also shows that I have seen it."

Of course this is deceiving.

Pulling out honest people as a shield is basically the daily lesson of every heart player. After all, having them as a guarantee will make everything more convincing.

He lowered his head with a smile, and continued to touch the soft hair underneath through a thin layer of barriers—the moist heat was wrapped in a faint fragrance, clinging to his fingertips, and there was an inexplicable feeling of stroking the abdomen of a small animal. Fantastic illusion.

It's almost like defenseless.

Just looking at the picture of the two getting along, it was very warm, but listening to the rustling sound of the towel rubbing against the ear combined with the sound effect reverberating in the room, the person concerned said that there was something he had to say.

"Mr. Nakahara's hobbies... are they so unique?"

Seeing the strange monsters running around on the screen, Kurihara was expressionless. Not only was he not frightened, but he felt a strong desire to complain.

Don't push all the blame on the straight steel man.

——It’s not a problem to choose horror movies to promote feelings, but “Silent Hill” is a bit too much, when he didn’t... wait!

The teenager who was disturbed by a series of mental attacks woke up suddenly, climbed onto the sofa with all his hands and feet, sat next to the blonde "Lolita", and then held "her" hands.

The other party immediately turned around in cooperation, pretending to be surprised and asked: "Kurihara, you—"

That's right, the essence of two people watching horror movies together is of course to get close contact.

If one party feels scared, they can jump into the arms of their peers with a scream, take advantage of the opportunity to break through the barriers, and quickly raise each other's enthusiasm in the warm embrace, and then...

Mr. Chief, who was ready to be sucked back and forth by the cat, tried his best to shield the fluctuations in his heart.

Facts have proved that his methods can work against Tsuru Kurihara. A single compliment can make people tranced.

Appropriate sacrifices are nothing at all.

As a result, he had calculated everything, and felt that a guy who often pretends to be cute with others must have no shame, and would definitely put on a panicked expression to deliberately show weakness. Unexpectedly, the next moment, he would see the other party's eyes shining brightly at him, full of expectation. The light waves that cause trouble are released.

"Miss, if you feel scared, don't hold on, my arms are always open for you!"

"..."

He couldn't help feeling a little thankful that he was wearing the shell of a supernatural body at this moment, otherwise, he really didn't know where to put his old face.

Anyway, his expression now must be quite funny.

The leader of the dignified port mafia, a middle-aged man in his thirties, was tricked by a little guy, asking him to show off his coquettish skills.

In fact, in private, in order to satisfy his own evil taste, he often hides under the young girl version of the supernatural body, begging the other party to play the dress-up game all day long, which can be regarded as a mastery of the application of related skills Very skilled.

In other words, there's nothing he can't do, it's just that...he couldn't adjust his mentality for a while.

He obviously took the initiative to throw out the olive (thin) olive (lotus) branch, but the cat owner actually got an inch, hoping that he would grind himself into powder and mix it into the can to make it more delicious.

——It was completely testing his bottom line.

If you compromise like this, it always feels like a hint that a certain guy can continue to push his nose on his face in the future.

So he decided to give the other party another chance to reorganize the language.

"Your fingers are a little cold, like ice."

He followed through, trying to get everything back on track, "It's not a good habit to be strong, it's okay, I will never laugh at you, come here."

That is clearly saying, don't play tricks, just admit your desire honestly.

Hearing this, the pink-haired boy couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, as if he thought it was very funny, obviously he didn't want to accept his "charity".

"Your fingers are cold because you just took a shower. Don't worry, I'm still very reliable at critical moments."

After that, he lowered his head and leaned close to the overlapping fingers of the two, and exhaled lightly, like a miyoshi lover helping his girlfriend warm his hands in winter, his lips touched the other's flexed thumb inadvertently.

One touch is away, and there is no tendency to cross the boundary any closer.

However, the sense of distance is shortened to the extreme, creating the illusion of intimacy.

The little devil, who fully grasped the scale, lowered his eyelashes, lowered his voice slightly, as if telling some secret, and murmured softly: "It's very warm, right? Even if the heartbeat speeds up, it's because the little lady is sitting beside her... Me, I really hope that you will show some fear and give me a chance to hold you in my arms."

Explicit, bare. Naked express.

As expected, the young man's love words came out of his mouth without any regard for his face.

Considering the current situation, Mr. Chief, who is keenly aware that things are getting worse, really wants to change the channel. Watch educational films like "Hard Candy" (?) with the "girl" who is suspected of being a lolicon, and feel the love from heaven. Pain sanction.

To be honest, although he has always firmly stated that his hunting range is young girls under the age of 12, he has never really shot anyone, which constitutes a crime!

Even the special goods sent by the lower level organizations to please him were returned intact by him.

He is just an empty nest leader who lives with his own supernatural body.

But at this moment, the little guy in front of him really wants to attack himself (Alice) who looks like a loli!