Me Who is in Love with Sliced ​​Dazai

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Chapter 49 An ordinary kiss.

    The carpet was soft, and it was comfortable to sit on, and the leader smelled good, but being trapped in a small space made him feel bored.

    Why endless meetings?

    In the past, Mori Ogai often invited him to participate in this kind of meeting, but he refused every time, because he was not interested in these battle plans and theories.

    In his eyes, there is no need for planning or anything. When he fights, he never needs to plan, and he will kill anyone who stands in his way.

    Well, that's why he can only be a killer.

    The room was filled with the smell of tobacco, choking him out of breath. He could only bury his face in the leader's arms, desperately absorbing the smell of the other party to relieve his suffocation.

    "Hi——" he asked in a muffled voice, "When will it end?"

    The leader reached out and touched his head, expressing to him with body language: "Wait a little longer."

    "I'm very busy."

    "What are you busy with? Going to meet your new boyfriend? Don't even think about it."

    He had nothing to say, but sat down on the carpet, resting his face on the leader's lap.

    From this angle, he could see the leader's jaw and side face. The outline of that face was a beauty that no painter could describe.

    The leader was listening intently to the reports of his subordinates, knocking on the table with one hand boredly, looking at the crowd coldly, with a daunting gloomy expression on his seductive face.

    It's a cold expression, but it's very pretty...

    Terao Yasuke stared at this face in a daze. After staring at it for a while, he tugged on the leader's sleeve again, trying to attract the other party's attention in this way.

    The chief, however, was unmoved.

    Seeing that the leader didn't respond, he lowered his head, bit the leader's hand lightly, and stroked the other's slender fingers with his lips.

    While the leader was talking, he felt a pain in his fingers, as if he had been bitten in the dark.

    "Don't make trouble."

    He scolded in a low voice, but the other party's biting gradually turned into a deep or shallow kiss, and the warm lips brushed against his palm, then his wrist.

    It is rare for Terao Yasuke to take the initiative to get close to him, but now is not the time.

    It's just bits and pieces of kissing, there's no need to be so nervous.

    But the other party's breath spewed into his palm, stimulating his nerves and senses, trying to tease his reason, causing his body temperature to gradually rise and his throat to tighten.