Male bug he is the male Durban roll king

Chapter 10

When Makino made such a request, Faovilla was not surprised at all, but had a feeling that it was expected.

He stared at Makino for a while, and then said calmly: "Of course. Do you want to eat in the restaurant or on the bed?"

"Let's go to the restaurant." After Makino said this, he opened his hands very naturally, as if begging for a hug.

The admiral picked him up as he wished, and carried him to the dining room. Just as he was about to put him on the chair, he did feel a little strength in the arm hooking his neck.

He looked inquiringly, and Makino's face was blushing, and he whispered, "I want to sit on your lap, in your arms."

No matter how unresponsive Faovera was, she could still sense that the male was pushing his limits and made these demands on purpose.But it was true that he was frightened. It might be true that his hands and feet were weak, but it definitely didn't reach the point where he couldn't walk or eat.

He purposely wants to get tired of himself.

Faovera should have been annoyed, for the last twenty years he had had an unspeakable dislike for males.

But he didn't.

There was no disgust, no resistance, and even a hint of willingness.

With an inexplicable and complicated mood, he obeyed the male's order and fed him a meal like this.

He could clearly see the joy in the male worm's eyes.

The person involved, Muye, didn't notice the general's thoughts at all, he was immersed in this ecstasy, and even the food that tasted only ordinary became the supreme delicacy and peerless delicacy in his taste.

The admiral scooped up a spoonful of soup, and he waited with his mouth wide open for a long time in advance, for fear that others would not see his impatience.

Those who are weak and frightened have long been thrown out of the sky by him.It was said that it was eating, but it was more intoxicating than drinking. After the meal, he was already dizzy, his cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, and north.

Every time you take a bite, you have to say, "You are so kind, I love you so much, I like..."

Speaking of Faovilla's ears getting callused, he had to threaten in a low voice: "If you talk about it again, I won't feed it."

Only then did Makino stop talking, and complained, "I won't even let you tell the truth."

Faovera couldn't help being silent.

Even if it is true, there is no such statement.

It was too unreserved.

After all, Makino didn't cook that day. Since the general didn't want him to do it, he also decided to follow through with his own setting of a weak male. If he was frightened, he couldn't get better so soon, at least he had to delay it for a day.

He must cherish this hard-won day.

But it was limited to hugging. As for kissing, although he thought about it, he was also worried that the other party would not like it. Now this is good.

He hardly walked on his own that day, wrapped around Faovilla's body like a vine, and he didn't know that he thought his leg was broken.

Faovera also let him go, the general would carry him wherever he said he wanted to go, and even fed him for dinner.

Maybe it was because he was a little narcissistic, Makino always felt that Faovilla was a little bit tempted.Otherwise, he could completely reject these nonsense requests of his own.

If it is justifiable that the lunch did not slow down, it would not be the same as the dinner. A discerning person would know that he was faking it, but the general neither punctured nor resisted, otherwise he would not be so insatiable. heap request.

But just by looking at the general's face, he couldn't see anything.Makino is not a person with extraordinary intelligence, and his ability to observe words and emotions can be said to be very inadequate, unless the other party's performance is very obvious, then he can see it.

What kind of person is Faovera?

At night, it was still Makino who went to wash up first, followed by Faovera.In fact, even if they want to sleep together at night, there is also a bathroom next door. There is no need to queue up to use one. It is normal that Makino didn't mention it, but Faovera didn't take the initiative to mention it.

Makino was lying on the bed, wondering if he should say that he would still sleep together tonight, under a quilt, anyway, he had slept like this during the day.

He was thick-skinned, feeling that the relationship between them had advanced by leaps and bounds, they had slept like this twice, so he might as well just forget about sleeping together in the future.

He was thinking about his happy life in the future, when he suddenly realized that the admiral had been in this time for too long.

The soundproofing of the bathroom is very good, you can't hear any sound.

Makino knocked on the door, "Faovila?"

There was no response from inside, only a faint smell of cedar came out, and Makino called out again, but there was still silence.His heart sank, and he slammed the door open.

The thick white mist in the bathroom rushed over in no time. It was hot and humid inside, making him a little out of breath. There was a fog in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only the sound of water flowing continuously.

The strong smell of cedar tobacco hit his face, and he suddenly understood that it was the smell of Faovera's pheromone.

He groped forward slowly, and suddenly felt something soft kicked under his feet, Makino's heart tightened, and he squatted down quickly, "Faoweila?"

With the door open, the fog in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and he could finally see the situation at his feet clearly.

The admiral was lying on the ground, curled up, his body was wet, strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his teeth were clenched, looking in extreme pain.

Makino panicked and hurriedly picked him up and put him on the bed.Faovera was naked, but he didn't have the slightest thought of taking advantage of it. He pulled the quilt over his body and called him anxiously in a low voice: "Faovila, what's wrong with you?"

Perhaps this tossing played a role, the admiral slowly opened his eyes, the originally light blue eyes were now extremely deep, like a deep sea, blue to black.

His gaze was fixed on Makino's body like a nail, and his expression was cold with a hint of madness. He turned Makino over and crushed him, and lowered his head to smell the scent on his neck.

His insect wings also spread instantly, covering the lights above his head, and covering each other in darkness.

Faovera has always been calm, calm and indifferent. When did he show such a look, the whole worm exuded a dangerous aura, and Makino felt as if he was being targeted by some large beast.

His abnormality reminded Makino of an important problem that had been neglected—pheromone disorder.

Thinking of this, Makino hastily unleashed his mental strength to explore.

As soon as the spiritual thread touched Faovilla, it seemed that he had encountered a mess, a quagmire, and even he was involved in it, and he could only sort out a little bit to calm his manic spirit.

And Faovera obviously didn't seem to be conscious, he raised his hand to caress Makino's forehead, then slowly moved down, passed over his eyes, the tip of his nose, and finally stopped on his lips, repeatedly pressing the two lips .

His hands were still wet, and the pressure was not strong, but the attack was strong.Water dripped down Makino's body from his hair, hitting his collarbone.

"Open your mouth," he said, his voice hoarse.

Makino's face turned red with a bang, his heart was beating wildly, and his lips opened a gap involuntarily, catering to Faovera's deep kiss.

He was fascinated, and his whole body was limp, like a piece of jelly, exuding a sweet and greasy caramel smell. He wanted to say something, but he could only utter some vague syllables.

His brain has been roasted by his own heat, and he wants to bite off his tongue and use the pain to stay awake, but he can't because the audit says it's not possible.

At the same time, he has to help Faovera sort out the pheromones.

The tails of Makino's eyes were red, and his eyes were fascinated and pleading.

The culprit finally stopped, his lips moved very close, rubbing against each other as he spoke.

"Hey, call me the female master."

Faovilla's eyes were like a whirlpool, Makino was in a trance, rolled in this whirlpool, and then submissively sank to the bottom of the sea.

"...the female master."

Faovera smiled lowly and kissed it like a reward.

Makino's mind exploded like a planet, he managed to recover a sliver of clarity, and was instantly swept away by this spiritual shock, he gasped and hugged the opponent's neck, obediently like a lamb being sacrificed.

In this mixed smell of caramel and rosin, Faovera slowly regained her senses.

Although Makino couldn't continue to appease his mind, his pheromones were too strong, and he successfully suppressed this pheromone disorder.

The moment Faovera woke up, she froze instantly.

The author says:

yoooooooo,

A lot of changes have been made, and the most essential parts have been changed... ah;

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