Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Interstellar Prison : 4/Yeah, I want to be whipped by him too (plot)

Interstellar Prison : 4/Yeah, I want to be whipped by him too (plot)

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Negative first floor, solitary confinement room.

"Ding——"

Identification passed."

With a cold female voice, the door of the solitary confinement room opened with a click, revealing a faint light.

At the door, the prison guard who was performing pupil recognition stood up, and the other prison guards escorted the handcuffed people into the solitary confinement room and locked the door.

The vision suddenly darkened, Assad and the other two were handcuffed again, and Zong Zuo was restrained by the bite stopper again. They walked in leisurely, looking at the place where they might live for a while. The solitary confinement room is built of soundproof barrier stones, which means that the people inside cannot hear any movement from the outside world during confinement. The only light source in the room comes from the execution room next door.

The sentinels' enhanced vision is suppressed in the solitary confinement room, but they can still see clearly, A huge reinforced glass separates the confinement room from the execution room, and on the other side is a black platform with cold handcuffs hanging on it.

In front of the platform, there is a chair, and a young man with black hair and cat ears sits on it, leaning back in an elegant posture.

He is dressed in a well-fitting military uniform, sitting in the wide chair, his straight and slender legs crossed, and leather combat boots tightening his calves, adding a bit of alluring charm to the cold man. The cat's tail hangs down from the edge of the chair, and the hand wearing a black leather glove holds a rolled-up long whip.

The Jackal officer came in from outside, walked to the side of the young man, lowered his head, and seemed to ask him something. Hearing this, the young man looked at their position.

On the other side, the execution room.

"Boss, who should be punished first? "

Tang Tang tilted his head to look at the confinement room. There were three men standing in front of the window, each one more annoying than the other.

Assad smiled and winked at him. Zong Zuo, wearing a bite stopper, had a pair of wild wolf eyes as he looked over his tail. Gu Zhuofeng was still as lazy and nonchalant as ever. Looking at his attitude, he really wanted a beating.

Tang Tang looked at him with half-narrowed eyes.

His spiritual form in this world was a black cat, and seeing Gu Zhuofeng, this arrogant bird, it was just like Zong Zuo couldn't help but grab a handful of his tail when he saw him wagging his tail. In short, his claws were itchy.

"Gu Zhuofeng, bring him here."

The black cat young man's voice was indifferent.

Upon hearing this, the Jackal officer tilted his head to look at the confinement room, and recognized at a glance that Gu Zhuofeng's spiritual form was the golden eagle that had been circling outside before. He couldn't help but sigh at his luck in his heart. He turned his head and bowed to the warden, and said respectfully: "Yes. "

After he finished speaking, he withdrew and asked two prison guards to "invite" Gu Zhuofeng to the execution room and hang him on the hanging handcuffs.

Gu Zhuofeng and his men were sensible and would not continue to touch the bottom line of Prison Zero at this time, so he did not struggle, and cooperated even when he was hung on the handcuffs.

The prison guards withdrew, the door of the execution room was closed, and the black-haired cat-eared young man stood up. He walked in front of Gu Zhuofeng, raised his slightly drooping head with the whip, and looked at him coldly with his dark eyes.

Gu Zhuofeng's collar was slightly open, revealing his cold white skin with a floating golden feather printed on it. His chin was raised by the cold whip, and his eyelids drooped slightly under the hair. His reddish-brown eyes quietly looked at the black cat young man, and at the same time he also smelled the light fragrance of the iceberg cold spring on the other person.

This inevitably surprised him. You know, sentinels will not smell the same pheromones. Only highly matched sentinels and guides can smell the smell of both parties. Gu Zhuofeng looked at the black cat young man in front of him. Although he was indeed outstanding in appearance, he was indeed a sentinel.

"Gu Zhuofeng, the spiritual body of a golden eagle." Tang Tang's black eyes stared at Gu Zhuofeng's sharp and cold face, his tone calm: "On the first day of serving my sentence, I killed ten prisoners."

Gu Zhuofeng's chin was poked by his whip, and his reddish-brown pupils looked at him, lazy and a little crazy: "Really? I don't remember."

"..."

Why is this bird so annoying! The black cat Tang Tang gritted his teeth a little. He deliberately revealed a little coldness. He snorted lightly, moved the whip away and stepped back a few steps. The long whip in his hand spread out, and the hand wearing a black leather glove held the whip handle with unclear patterns. His cold face had no expression: "Don't remember? Then I'll help you recall it. Ten people, twenty whips."