Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Kurihara squinted his eyes almost intoxicated, and his nostrils trembled like a cat sucking mint grass, indulging in false hallucinations and unable to extricate himself.

——It’s not bad to have a meal replacement once in a while.

He obviously left Mr. Dean for less than three days, but he felt as if several years had passed, to the point where he was about to suffer from lovesickness.

And at this time, people around him frequently exuded similar auras, seducing him to have a sense of sight again and again, which was really foul, and made him unable to restrain his nature of wanting to get further.

Well, so, he was also a victim.

The scumbag who eats meal replacements confidently is especially dissatisfied, wishing to hug the person in front of him and roll around on the spot, so as to alleviate his forest substance deficiency.

Maybe he was pleased by his anxious appearance, or maybe, he felt a little throbbing at the moment when he really broke the distance. The blond loli, who had been holding a full sense of proportion, turned her head so that he pressed half of his face in the palm of his hand. Being able to dislocate slightly, he kissed himself on the cheek with a chirp.

Different from the frivolous shallow kiss in the bar before, the action at this moment is obviously urgent, as if to verify the existence of "her", he sticks heavily.

If it was the real Alice, she would have complained "so heavy" at this moment, and then grabbed his face and pulled him to both sides in a mischievous manner, giving a small warning that was not a punishment.

However, Mr. First, who was on the line with the trumpet, raised his hand, chose to touch the back of his head, and sighed helplessly, "Don't stick it too tightly, or you won't be able to breathe."

"Miss..."

Aware of the looseness in the other party's tone, the pink-haired boy, Mao Mao, tilted his head furiously, trying to go further, but was directly pressed by the fingers on the back of his head with undeniable force, and buried himself in the shoulders and sofa of the person below him. in the gap.

The narrower the space, the more dizzy he was, as if he had drunk too much wine, and his whole body began to feel dizzy.

The familiar breath became more intense as the body temperature evaporated.

What's more terrible is that the other party has already grasped his lifeline. At this moment, it seems to be pinching the soft nape of the cat's neck, stroking his long hair that still has a little damp feeling, and skillfully Comforting: "It's late, it's time for the good boy to go to bed."

"Well, what a foul—"

The old-fashioned tone that didn't match the appearance of his age hit his heart directly, so that he couldn't help but reveal his childish side, and muttered in a low voice with great dissatisfaction.

If he's two or three years younger, he's guaranteed to shout coquettish remarks like "Oh, I can't get up, I need to kiss to regain my strength".

It's not that he can't do it now, but that as he gets older, he has learned more routines.

For example--

"But just fell asleep after watching a horror movie or something..."

Kurihara's ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open is absolutely top-notch, and even the small movements of shrinking are disguised quite realistically, just like a cat seeking protection from its owner, muttering in a dull voice: "I will be scared. How about, the little lady and I Sleeping together... No, you must sleep in the same bed as me."

This perfectly explains what it means to push an inch.

If he didn't deeply analyze his nature and just look at the superficial phenomena, I'm afraid no one can escape his acting skills, even Mori Ogai would have difficulty distinguishing the truth at the first time.

——However, compared to the performance just now, isn't it too fake?

A guy who can watch a horror movie without changing his face and discuss the details with others, no matter where he looks, he doesn't look like he would be scared.

In other words, is it just playing a rogue?

Because after understanding his essence, being able to agree to his various requests is undoubtedly something that can only be done by those who decide to pamper him from the bottom of their hearts.

Or it should be regarded as a new round of cats and cats.

Mr. Chief, who was constantly teased by the cat's paw, was very calm. He even glanced at the clock hanging not far away from the corner of his eye, planned the time secretly, and then responded to the other party's "reasonable" proposal.

"Since it's the movie I chose, of course I have to take full responsibility. Let's go and brush your teeth. Don't forget that you ate a lot of fruit."

"Wow - so strict!"

Regardless of his appearance, the pink-haired boy turned over, nimbly rolled off the sofa, and then raised his head while propping up the edge, acting cutely: "But, I just like the way the little lady gives orders~"

After all, the feline animal showed its instinct to run away after teasing, and rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind, happily picking up its own toiletries.

The peach-flavored toothpaste was then shaken twice in the glass.

He thought for a while, then poked his head out and asked, "What kind of toothpaste do you like, Miss? Next time, I want to change to your favorite flavor~"

The naked explicit instruction made the supernatural body, who was a few steps behind, stop involuntarily.

Although the difference between the two is more than ten years old, there will not be a big generation gap, but at this moment, he still has the illusion of being hit by the heat wave of youth, so that he suddenly feels unable to walk.

——Sure enough, he is a young man. Before the first solo "date" is over, he is planning the next one.

"Cute and fierce" should be a good description.

In short, he should be thankful that he is still at an age where he can withstand it, and he quickly adjusted his mentality. As he walked into the bathroom, he replied in a rambling voice: "How about the peach flavor, it suits you better."

"The similarity is too high..."

Even though he was mentally prepared and thought that the other party would make a choice similar to that of Mr. Dean, Kurihara couldn't help being surprised, and sighed vaguely with his toothbrush in his mouth.

Logically speaking, he should have doubted the connection between two such similar individuals, but he was so stubborn that he refused to believe that Mr. Sen changed his liking to loli and pinched Alice into 12 Conclusions such as the image of a young girl.

Otherwise, wouldn't his previous efforts be in vain?

That's right, Mr. Dean is an out-and-out serious (?) man who likes Yujie type!

Preconceived notions successfully blocked the correct intersection in his mind.

So after packing up, he secretly ate a meal replacement and reluctantly gave up his plan to hug the little Lolita to sleep, and just lay obediently beside her to gain psychological comfort.

"Good night, little lady—"

"Well, go to sleep, I will be responsible for waking you up tomorrow."

The elder’s thoughtfulness is nothing more than this, no matter what time it is, he always exudes a mature and reliable temperament, which makes people feel very at ease-of course, the premise is that he is willing to show this side, otherwise, his coldness and alienation are enough to hurt anyone. A woman who took the initiative to post back.

Well, the treatment of men is even more merciless like a spring breeze sweeping away fallen leaves.

He turned off the bedside lamp, approached slowly in the darkness, leaned over against Kurihara Tsuru's cool forehead, and let the soft kisses and deceptive whispers fall together.

"--Good night."

The night shrouded the interior of the room through the glass, setting off the flowing moonlight like a tide, gently surging back and forth, as if there would be a quiet rustle in the next second.

Extremely hypnotic.

Not long after, the stray cat who was accompanied by him fell asleep leisurely, and the quilt on his chest was gently heaved by his breath, showing a bit of obedience and fragility unintentionally, as if he could directly strangle its defenseless neck as soon as he stretched out his hand .

Mori Ogai quietly admired such a pitiful false picture.

"Click-"

The hands of the clock hanging in the living room crossed the twelve o'clock mark, sparking a crisp echo in the quiet midnight.

——It's time to go back and deal with the documents, it's been too long.

Even though he is lying in the beauty village, the leader who lives himself like a social animal is still extremely dedicated to his work, thinking about the large number of official affairs that are not handled on the table.

But maybe it was a faint nostalgia floating in his heart, hooking his eyes to the "girl" beside him, so he keenly noticed a quietly changing blue light and shadow.

It was the unknown number tattoo on the opponent's wrist that suddenly jumped from "89" to "88".

If he hadn't paid attention before, he would think that he was dazzled and easily let go of such a silent scene.

After all, there was no such thing as a monitor in the bedroom, and there was no way for him to check and replay it. He relied on his memory and insight to collect all the information about the other party.

——Could it be due to the strange ability...

His first reaction was to find an opportunity for Osamu Dazai, who possesses the elimination ability, to try it out, to discern whether it was the plot of others or the ability of the person in front of him.

The latter can be removed on the spot, the former is a bit trickier.

The supernatural ability that can keep imprints for a long time must be a remote operation system, and the caster does not need to be too close, just like dropping a time bomb, just wait and enjoy the benefits.

The only way to get rid of it is to grasp the true master.

"Could it be that you deliberately contacted members of the port mafia for the sake of Dazai-kun?" '

He thought to himself, analyzing the possible situation, not wanting to get a glimpse of Kurihara Tsuru's real target indirectly.

With the information he has so far, it is naturally impossible to guess the part about the "book" further, so he can only stop here and think about countermeasures around the direction of attracting talents for the organization.

You can't just watch the other party suffer.

But if I leave this matter to Dazai-kun, I always feel...

His eyes subconsciously turned to the neatly arranged dresses in the closet, and a deep gleam flashed in his eyes.

It's probably the nature of cats. There is more than one pink cat who is eager to try and cross the line. The black cat that he has adopted for several years is also on the verge of death. blessing.

The difference between the two is that he can use the former's love to achieve the purpose of domestication, while the latter lacks safety devices and has a tendency to turn against the water at any time, making it extremely difficult to control.

Letting two cats play together can lead to the destruction of the other.

——Well, keeping cats is really a technical job, let's think about the countermeasures slowly.

Mr. Chief, who was getting increasingly bald, couldn't help sighing silently, and temporarily quit the trumpet, leaving the sleeping supernatural body to provide sex services, while his own consciousness returned to his body, and continued to correct the never-ending confidential documents.

In order to make up for the wasted time, he worked extremely focused, not wanting to forget to share the memory with Alice in a hurry, so when the little Lori opened her eyes refreshed after a full sleep, she saw a good cat sleeping next to her She looked like a big beauty, with her head still pressing down on a corner of her own pillow, with a cute look waiting to be pampered.

She was ready to move immediately.

——Looks like Rintaro is done!Then it shouldn't be too much for her to attack her chest, right?