Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

Chapter 59

"With Dr. Yosano!" Kamisaku protested in embarrassment.He seriously doubted the fairness of this game and the possibility of black-box operations later, "You..."

"Ah, my god, don't be so excited." Osamu Dazai patted the dust off his body and stood up, smiling, "It's just a skirt."

Just, a skirt?

Rarely in his life, Kamikami's temples hurt suddenly, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Kunikida Doppo.

"Two skirts, isn't it appropriate for Kagami and Ranpo-san to wear them?" Kunikida pushed his glasses, and for the sake of the reputation of the Armed Detective Agency, his eyes sternly swept across the port mafia watching the show.

Koye Ozaki from the Port Mafia also expressed his willingness not to get involved, and left quickly.

Of course, we don't know how they will establish a new image of the Armed Detective Agency in their hearts, and how they will tease and discuss secretly.

Seeing his ex-colleague leave, Dazai couldn't help but want to make trouble and urged his conscience, "Hurry up, my god, look at Odasaku who is waiting impatiently."

Hearing someone calling him, Oda Sakunosuke looked up in confusion, and saw Osamu Dazai winking at him.

He froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Oda-san, you don't have to be so partial to Dazai-san.Shen Shangshuo sighed again.

"Look." Osamu Dazai turned around triumphantly, without the slightest shame of blatantly cheating.

"It's better not to..." Saku Kamigami, who felt that he was surrounded by an entire armed detective agency, refused with difficulty.

"Mr. Shenshang..." Quan Jinghua, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke out. She looked at the guardian's figure and the design of the beautiful skirt, and affirmed, "It will look good."

It's just that the two of them may be staying at Mr. President's house again tonight.

"Mirror flower..."

"How about that?" Seeing Shuo Kamisami, who was trembling when he picked up the skirt, and Yosano Akiko modified the conditions empathetically, narrowing his eyes like a fox, "I want a photo. Are the photos okay, baby?"

......

"Don't...I absolutely don't want to wear this!" Shenshang Shuo stepped back with his slender neck raised, his fingers unconsciously pinched the bed sheet, and looked in horror at the approaching one step by step, wearing a skirt without shame Edogawa Ranpo.

"Be good, be good," the squint-eyed young man approached with a smile, holding the black and white lace skirt in his right hand, and stretched his left hand behind his lover's waist, pulling the distance to the point where he could kiss the boy with a slight nod. Are you ready?"

"That's obviously you..." The white-haired boy couldn't tell because he couldn't tell. The moment he saw the two boxes at the Spring Festival, he knew that there must be their husband's on them. Handwriting, just don't know when this idea appeared.

He tried to save his fate today, slightly separated his index finger, and gestured tremblingly, "Can't you not wear it? Can it be just once?"

"No way." The person on the opposite side chuckled and firmly vetoed it.He shook the cloth, put the tip of his nose close to his lover's cheek, and poked coquettishly, "That's how the rules of the game are. The requirements are all reduced to the standard of a photo, okay?"

The evil-minded human leaned on the cat's sensitive pointed ears, and the warm breath teased the tips of the snow-white ears.He coaxed ambiguously, "Young god, just try it out, don't be so shy."

"And..." The man couldn't help but pecked his earlobe, and a ray of green light burst out from his eyelashes, "I'm looking forward to it too."

"Take the hem of the skirt shyly, let me play with it, and call me 'Mr.' softly."

.......

When did Mr. Ranpo become proficient in such a **** technique!

This was the only thought remaining in the mushy mind of Shenshang Shuo, who had been knocked out of his health bar by a close-range beauty attack, and was pushed to the bed in a daze.

He felt like a life-sized doll, carefully arranged, and the original coat was taken off little by little, and the jade-shiny skin shrank slightly in the cold air.

The person directly above him seemed to have noticed this too, and leaned down again, as if trying to warm the young man with his body temperature, and gently kissed the end of his lover's eyes.Edogawa pursed his lips in disorderly manner, untied the silk ribbon of the skirt familiarly, flipped his fingers dexterously, and the tie quickly went around the boy's slender waist, as if he was tying a secret rope on a beloved gift. Knot.

The black satin is like the latent heat in the hearts of young people, slow and grinding.These clothing materials, which seem to be the embodiment of possessiveness, are like sticky tide water, and when you fiddle with them, you will push away the fragile resistance and reveal your sharp fangs.It greedily licked the ribs on the back, sewed up the zipper, and then slowly took possession of the poor straight legs, and finally, like a polite gentleman, it delicately swallowed the fleeing Suxue bit by bit with fine gauze.

"It's so beautiful." Edogawa stood up straight in disorder, his sharp eyes measured inch by inch his lover's delicious body.In his field of vision, the boy was like a snow puppet invited from a shrine, as if it was condensed from the first snow on the tip of the wind chime, and every part seemed to be cut according to his heart.

And it was also himself, who pulled the doll into the world with his own hands, then painted it with his own color little by little, outlined the mood, and placed it properly by his side, becoming the one in his heart.

This sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, even for a person like him, is unbearable.

He licked his lips, picked up the black net socks, and under the unbelievable eyes of his lover, he gently lifted one leg up, sticking it to the skin with a rough itchy texture, and slowly slipped it to the base of his thigh.

"Hmm!" Shenshang Shuo was cold for a moment, and the numbness trembled from the husband's fingers all the way from the calf to the waist.He struggled in shame, trying to get out of his lover's control, but still shouting the victim's name, "Mr. Ranpo, Mr. Ranpo, this is too..."

Excited too much.

He sniffed, took a step back, resisted his embarrassment and forcibly made amends, "Sir... can I wear it myself?"

"No." The superior person was like a child who hadn't played enough, capriciously rejecting the prudent request.In his hands, Shenshang Shuo's two legs didn't seem to be his own anymore, but became another sensitive and fragile new organ, trembling uncontrollably, continuously sending water to the steaming heart Heat, devouring a moment of clarity.

It's over, Miss Yosano, and Atsushi and Kyoka-chan, can I see you tomorrow?

Shenshang Shuo still had no strength to resist and appeared on the mattress, smiling wryly to divert his attention.

But soon, he couldn't even think about it anymore.

"Slap." Edogawa ranbu buckled the small high-heeled belt, and completed the last step of pouring honey on the sweet meringue pie.Like a smug senior pastry chef, he picked up the camera contentedly, and recorded the most beautiful posture and the most suitable lines of desserts.

"Okay, perfect!"

Shenshang Shuo wished he could just run away, he whimpered with a bit of tears, "You are too bullying...sir!"

"Ah, this is a matter of luck on the little god, how can it be blamed on me?" Edogawa Luanbu easily threw the camera on the cushion beside him, and pulled open the neckline with one hand, "I am really... wronged you?"

He gently cupped his lover's soft palm to his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked his fingertips.Most of the boy's slender fingers were covered with black, and the rest of the middle finger and ring finger were daubed with water little by little, biting the powdery hand bone ambiguously.

"!" As soon as the wet and soft touch came, Kamishang Shuo's dazed mind appeared a small blank like an electric shock.He wanted to withdraw his hand in a panic, but he couldn't do anything, and said anxiously, "What are you doing——"

He was so ashamed that the corners of his eyes were covered with bright rouge, like a kitten that was caught by the tip of its tail and couldn't struggle, he could only protest miserably, "Let go, it's so dirty... ..”

"It's not dirty." Edogawa Ranpo raised his head in a funny way, and put a new peck kiss between his brows and eyes, "It's fragrant and soft, just like eating cotton candy."

What kind of strange metaphor is this! ! ! ! ! !How can he look directly at food like cotton candy in the future...

Shenshang Shuo collapsed and buried himself in the pillow, lying on his stomach with nothing to love.

Then his chin was pinched, another person's fingers rubbed him lightly, and he took a bite like punishment, leaving faint tooth marks.

"Your Majesty, don't run away," the man said like a tyrant, "Keep watching me all the time."

He held Mao Mao's fragile back neck with one hand, pressed his thumb on the protruding joint, and slowly closed his lips, accurately enclosing the sweet softness below, biting teasingly.

"Hmm..." The white-haired boy seemed to be grabbed by seven inches, his waist softened, like dough being handled by others, being kissed over and over again.The saliva in the mouth was absorbed by the man insatiably, and was teased to lure out sweeter sounds.

His whole body was dizzy from the kiss, every trace of air between his lips and teeth was taken away, only the unbearable whimpering sound like a milk cat leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"call……"

Finally letting go of the boy, Edogawa Luanbu touched the tip of the boy's nose, and rubbed each other affectionately, "The little god is so cute..."

"Ah...this is really beautiful."

"Your husband can't help it at all."

He lightly flicked the hem of his skirt, raised his reddened thighs, and further devoured the filling of the apple pie.

The golden cage-shaped bell on Shenshang Shuo's ankle is like two hummingbirds pecking at food. Their slender beaks hit the bones of the feet red, and they forced the toes to bend, but the gluttonous birds were still not satisfied.They still have to flutter their wings along the slender petals, and the petals tremble helplessly in the wind and rain, and they can't help but retreat, and the dew falls pitifully.

The blooming skirt on his body is also like a clump of leaves struggling to support in a storm, forced to open into a corolla and turn over, and finally torn to pieces by the irresistible hurricane.

The snow-like child seemed to be put into warm water. It was so hot that he was bound by the smoky pink of soft gauze, and the tails of his eyes were so smoked that he sipped tears and fell into a more viscous dreamland.

Gorgeous, driven to the extreme dream.

Long night.