#花魁道中

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Capítulo 1: Diferencias entre Geisha y una Oiran Introducción. Sean bienvenidos japonistasarqueologicos una nueva entrega resumen, en esta ocasión os contaré que es una Oiran (おいらん) dicho esto comencemos. - Las Oiran son prostitutas que surgieron en el siglo XVII en el período Edo. No debemos confundirlas con las Geishas(げいしゃ). - En la segunda imagen os enseño una Oiran (おいらん) del anime Kimetsu no Yaiba(los guardianes de la noche) - Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones de Historia, arqueología, geografía nipona, entre otros temas, Que pasen una feliz semana. - Chapter 1: Differences between Geisha and an Oiran Introduction. Japonistasarqueologicos are welcome to a new summary installment, this time I will tell you that it is an Oiran (おいらん) having said that, let's start. - The Oiran are prostitutes that emerged in the 17th century in the Edo period. We should not confuse them with Geishas(げいしゃ). - In the second image I show you an Oiran (おいらん) from the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba (the guardians of the night) - I hope you liked it and see you in future publications of History, archaeology, Japanese geography, among other topics, Have a happy week. - 第1章 芸者と花魁の��い紹介。 Japonistasarqueologicos は、新しい総集編へようこそ、今回はおいらん (おいらん) ということで、始めましょう。 - 花魁は、江戸時代の17世紀に登場した売春婦です。 芸者（げいしゃ）と混同してはいけません。 - 2 番目の画像では、アニメ鬼滅の刃 (夜の守護者) の花魁 (おいらん) を示しています。 - あなたがそれを気に入ってくれて、歴史、考古学、日本の地理、その他のトピックの今後の出版物でお会いできることを願っています。

[japansapporowalk]

🇯🇵さっぽろ夏まつり 2024 第60回すすきの祭り 花魁道中／日本 北海道 札幌 中央区 [4K HDR Binaural ASMR]

[utsuroyihon]

(Xユーザーのdela今田希🍷さん: 「大門100周年祭の花魁道中たくさんの方にお越しくださり本当にありがとうございました！✨ 一生分くらい綺麗って言ってもらえてものすごく嬉しかったです🥹💕 花魁役という大役を務めさせていただきとても光栄でした✨ https://t.co/Wdk6zbenq0」 / Xから)

[kiichilog]

2024.5.18 那須岳 キツネのおいらん道中に遭遇する。 狐花魁道中。 世の中は、謎が多い。 ミネザクラ（タカネザクラ）が咲いていた。

[your-lovely-rose]

“They’re cute” (Daki, Mukago & Nakime || Request by @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mature

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Romance

➥ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: Fluff || Hurt/Comfort || Dark fic

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ±9.5k || +12.1k || ±15.8k

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭:  38 min. || 49 min. || 1h

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (Ume) Daki // (Lower Rank 4) Mukago // (Biwa Demon) Nakime x Human!Reader

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Kimetsu no Yaiba

⚠ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Minor death (suggested & mentioned), Eating people (mentioned)/dead bodies, Threats, Blood, Severe injuries on the body (not Reader), Misogyny, Desecration of a human corpse, Larvae and flies, Blood, Falling into madness, Mental problems, Muzan's goal (Spoiler for: Episode 34/Chapter 67), Presented the character's past (from "Kimetsu no Yaiba Official Fanbook: Kisatsutai Kenbunroku 2"), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining || NOT EDITED

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Before each story, I have included words that may cause readers difficulty. I tried to explain them in text, but if after reading something is still unclear then look there. I hope I've done good research and haven't misunderstood anything - if you have more knowledge on the subject, please correct me.

➵ “They’re cute” Part 2/2 (Nakime)

> (Ume) Daki Masterlist

> Mukago Masterlist

➻ Little dictionary:

Yūjo (遊女, lit. "Woman of pleasure") - common prostitutes, they could be found in brothels (hamirase).

Harimise (張見) - a kind of brothel, where sex workers lined up behind bars around 6 p.m. to attract potential customers.

Oiran (花魁, lit. "Leading flower" or "First flower", comes from the Japanese phrase: Oira no tokoro no nēsan (おいらの所の姉さん) which translates into "My elder sister") - is a collective term for the highest-ranking courtesans/prostitutes in Japanese. Unlike yūjo, in addition to their sexual services, they were artists and were expected to provide entertainment. They were highly skilled in the playing koto, shakuhachi, tsuzumi and shamisen (traditional Japanese instruments), igo (traditional Japanese board game), dance and poetry. They also had to learn from an early age classic Japanese, calligraphy, flower arranging (ikebana or kadō) and the tea ceremony (chadō). In addition, clients expected them to be knowledgeable in scholarly matters, and so it was essential that courtesans had the abilities to carry witty and intelligent conversation and write eloquently. Their art and fashions often set trends among the wealthy and, because of this, cultural aspects of oiran traditions continue to be preserved to this day.

Oiran dōchū (花魁道中, おいらん道中) - the impressive procession with which the oiran moved, surrounded by all the entourage and servants from their seirō. Example of oiran dōchū.

Maiko (舞妓) - is a young apprentice geisha in Kyoto. The equivalent of maiko in Tokyo is hangyoku.

Okāsan (お母さん, lit. "Mother") - that's how the courtesans called the owners of the brothels.

Seirō (青楼, "Green Houses") - refers to the yūkaku licensed pleasure quarters - specifically Yoshiwara. The place where they lived. The term seirō originated in Chinese to denote a pavilion in which a nobleman kept a mistress.

Chaya (茶屋, "Tea house") - oiran place to meet clients and work. To call an oiran, the customer must use a tea house as a mediator, but not just only ask the tea house, they had to spend a lot of money there beforehand. They had to prove that they had enough money and power to play with the oiran. Then, they had the right to call for an oiran.

Kanzashi (簪) - are hair ornaments used in traditional Japanese hairstyles. The term kanzashi refers to a wide variety of accessories, including long, rigid hairpins, barrettes, fabric flowers and fabric hair ties. // Hana-kanzashi - are ornaments usually in the shape of flowers worn by maiko. Each month is assigned a different theme.

Kusudama (薬玉) - spherical ornament made of, among others, artificial flowers or paper (e.g. origami method). Sometimes long colored ribbons or threads are attached to it from the bottom. In ancient Japan, a kusudama was a bag filled with scented substances designed to scare away evil spirits and demons, mainly during the annual "Children's Festival" (Tango no Sekku or Ayame no Hi (Iris Festival)) on May 5. Today, this decoration is used during various ceremonies, such as the opening of a new store or restaurant. Sometimes it serves as a gift. Kusudamas is considered a precursor of modular origami.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Tatami (畳) - is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Because of the fact that they aren't cleaned, you cannot step on them with shoes/dirty feet.

Shōji (障���, しょうじ) - is a door, window or room divider used in traditional Japanese architecture, consisting of translucent (or transparent) sheets on a lattice frame. Shōji usually slide, but may occasionally be hung or hinged, especially in more rustic styles.

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased. Oiran wore multiple layers of silk kimono and her outfit sometimes weighed 20-30 kg (44-66 lb).

Genre: Romance || Fluff

Word count and reading time: ±9.5k (38 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death (suggested), Eating people (mentioned), Threats, Misogyny, Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Numerous lantern lights illuminated the streets of Yoshiwara revealing to many people a new face of Tokyo - which, because of their bright red color, was often called the Red Light District.

For some, it might have been associated with big, ripe fruit on the trees or the sunset after a beautiful day, but for you, it was associated with a woman’s red lipstick.

In the air there was a strong smell of various dishes and spices that could make you dizzy, as well as brewed green tea from chaya. The night was filled with the sounds of shamisen played by geisha for their audience in okiya, where all sorts of people gathered to rest with their charms, watching them dance, but you didn’t count among them.

Walking down a street full of harimise - brothels with a view inside through the bars, where a lots of prostitutes yūjo were sitting and urging you to visit them by their beautiful looks - and some shops, your eye hung on the colorful paper windmills and various richly decorated hair ornaments exhibited at the stalls.

Since it was still February you could mostly see the hana-kanzashi depicting plum blossoms for maiko. They were meant to remind us of the imminent arrival of spring and were replaced in March into bright yellow flowers of rapeseed and daffodil, pink peonies and peach flowers, as well as multicolored, delightful butterflies, when their true counterparts bloomed on the trees.

All the ornaments were shimmered from the metals they were made of. From gold and silver for the nobles, and brass for the common people. There were kanzashi with one spool, two; in the shape of combs, and many of them had red-pink petals attached to them. From a distance, they looked so real and fragile.

There were also those with white kusudama balls in different origami patterns giving off a strong, floral scent of perfume. To them below were attached long ribbons and threads blowing freely in the wind.

For a moment, you were wondering if you should buy something for her, but you immediately remembered that you have little more just to meet her.

Besides, she had much nicer ornaments and none of them matched her beauty. She was like a rare flower.

And she’s not a child anymore, she would probably laugh at a cheap toy.

“Are you buying something or..?” asked the fat salesman, looking at you in surprise. He’d never seen anyone who look at a piece of colored paper and a stick with such a dreamful and wide smile on face.

“Um, n-no.”

Getting caught watching toys for too long with embarrassment and a slight blush, you put it back. The man just shook his head with a slight laugh.

“Ah, love!” he said aloud with understanding. “Love… it does strange things to people,” he added after a moment of reflection, turning his back to you and waving his hand, but you didn’t see it because you walked away from his booth in embarrassment.

Love?

Do you love her?

Yes, you enjoyed spending time with her and talking to her, but would you call it love?

At the very thought, your cheeks became warmer and butterflies appeared in your stomach, causing a pleasant tickling in your gut…

After a moment’s reflection, you would admit that you might like her a little more than normal.

But you know you didn’t call it love - or rather, you both wouldn’t admit it. Besides, this relationship would never stand a chance, and it’s not just because of her profession…

When you finally stood in front of the tea house affiliated with Kyogoku House, you checked your clothes to see if they looked good and you smoothed your hair, which was messy by the cool, night wind.

Thinking you looked decent, you walked into the lobby and caught the eye of all the people there. As always, you politely greeted the owner of this place sitting at a low table and two hosts from the aforementioned house, sipping tea together.

You were a little surprised to see them - normally they should be in their house and a lobbygow from the chaya would bring them your request to meet after a short time. Then they would deliver your letter to Warabihime, and she would reply by other messenger boy.

Oiran can’t contact any of their clients directly, nor can they contact her - custom didn’t allow it, so you all had to use lobbygow. It was a long process, but you didn’t regret any moment or a coin spent on it.

Also, you couldn’t meet her whenever you wanted - you had to first ask her permission (in a letter) and wait for her answer. She could always disagree. It was the oiran, who decided if they wanted to take the client, not you or anybody else.

But she’s never said no to you. And the attitude of the hosts to you after a short time from satisfaction turned into concern.

Regardless of that, with a polite smile and a bow, holding a letter asking for a meeting in both hands, you handed it to them.

So far, you’ve been her longest-lived client… and her only one - after a few meetings with you, she started automatically refusing other people who wanted to see her.

The host’s wife, a woman named Omitsu, more than once felt anxious going to the demon’s room to deliver a handful of letters, all of which would soon end up shattered on tatami.

She looked at her with irritation written on her face as if she were a disgusting insect and tilted her head slightly to the right in her characteristic manner.

It never bode well…

- - -

When Daki’s patience ran out, she threatened Omitsu, that the next thing she’d tear apart would be her guts, if she brought more letters not from you.

What happened between the two of you during those meetings? Did you put a spell on her? Or is she the one who has some evil plans for you? The owner of Kyogoku House didn’t know and was becoming more and more disturbed about it.

Not feeling right under constant stress, she ordered one of the newly arrived girls to carry the long-awaited letter from you, and the other to massage her shoulders. Warabihime only made her still worry and added her gray hair.

“I will do it, Okāsan,” offered Hinatsuru, because she was nearby and the other workers were too scared.

With a kind smile on her painted lips, she took the letter and went upstairs to the woman’s room, feeling the grateful gaze of the rest of the girls on her back. She could hear their whispers full of concern and questions like: “Will she be okay?”

She saw that something was up - she had been here for a while and had been keeping a close eye on all the Kyogoku House employees. So far, there’s nothing she could do except to not accidentally alert demon about her.

As she walked slowly through the corridors, she read the sender’s name and memorized it so she could tell Tengen if anything happened - the main Oiran was her most likely target, and it is necessary to gather as much information as possible to fight the enemy.

Who were you? One of the demons? A man helping her keep up appearances? Or did you know nothing about her true nature? Can a demon love? Was she really a demon? Or maybe a hunch confounded her?

But even she felt the terror beating from this room and the creature hiding in it. As she approached, she felt like a prey going to a predator for slaughter.

Even the most beautiful purebred cat won’t deny its nature and stop hunting mice.

She knocked and waited for a moment for an answer. Inside, she saw the beautiful Warabihime sitting by the mirror, whom she had already seen several times strolling down the hallway or looking at her from the balcony - she watched as she went with the whole long retinue of dōchū to the tea house to meet her client.

[Frist Name] [Last Name].

She always walked with her head held high and proud, as if everything around her belonged to her. Probably her position allowed her to do a lot, but in the same way, being an oiran meant limitations. Pretending to be human, too.

For Hinatsuru, one small evidence was enough. Any proof. Just enough not to report to Lord Tengen only her unconfirmed hunches.

She wished, she knew how the work for Suma and Makio was going. Maybe if she had better contact with them, she could figure something out. But if the demon noticed or suspected something, they could easily die.

Without even looking at her, Warabihime asked what she wanted while was correcting a red lipstick applied to her lower lip with her little finger. She looked perfect, just like a porcelain doll or a moon goddess. Pale skin untainted by any scar reflected the light of candles giving her a phenomenal appearance - even in incomplete makeup and without ornaments in the hair no one could deny her beauty.

“Okāsan told me to bring you this.”

Hinatsuru pulled a letter from the purple-white kimono hidden in her sleeve and waved it lightly in the air.

She saw the woman suddenly stop in her activity and focus her gaze in reflection on the rolled paper.

“Put it on the table and leave.”

She tried to pretend not to be very interested, but as soon as the paper door shōji closed behind the new oiran, Daki was next to the letter in a second. The rush of air dropped several layers of kimono, ruining the outfit she had just worn, but she didn’t care. Up close, your scent was even more intense, filling her lungs. It was like an aphrodisiac to her.

“Why are you so excited?” Gyutaro asked, scratching his cheek and standing over his younger sister.

He stared on her with letter in hand with a deep frown on his face, not understanding her. He recognized your handwriting, and while it was clear that you were trying to write nicely, it didn’t hide your unskilled hand and your lack of talent for calligraphy.

He had felt a change in the girl for some time and could see how she reacted to the very mention about [Last Name].

When other women even mentioned your name, she’d instinctively keep an ear out to catch as much of the conversation as possible or she’d stand nearby to listen for a while, although when he asked, she’d always deny it.

He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy she found a new toy or worry more. Ever since she started meeting you, she’s become… softer.

Messy.

Defenceless.

He would even dare to say dreamy. Her thoughts wandered unconsciously all the time and were always focused only on you. You were the culmination of her every thought. What did you do? How did you feel? Have you had a rough day? Are you going to meet her today? Is… is there anyone else?

She was no longer thinking about her previous priorities or gaining strength. It began to irritate him and frustrate him. So much, so that to get away from her thoughts of you, he began to leave her body more often. He couldn’t bear to see your smiling face engraved on her mind like a burn scar.

Daki, unaware of how great his dislike for you was, only turned her head to her brother, looking at him with joy hidden in green irises and a broad, but sincere and kind smile - he asked nothing more.

• • •

Did you know her brother? Yes, although at first he was a passive observer through Daki’s eyes for most of your meetings.

Personally, he thought his sister deserved someone better, 'cause you were really average-looking. He wouldn’t say you were ugly like him or above average beautiful like one person with colorful, rainbow eyes…

But he’d still judge you as a mediocre, who doesn’t stand out in the crowd. You were just average. Ordinary. If he walked past you, it’s very likely he wouldn’t normally noticed or pay attention to you.

That’s why he wasn’t annoyed by your looks, but he was jealous of your talk. You talked freely to his sister and often made her laugh. You’ve probably misled more than one girl with that kind of talk.

The thought provoked an anger that even Daki felt. She silenced him in her thoughts and tried to pretend that everything was all right, but she felt under her skin how her brother’s emotions filled her and how they crawled under her skin like little worms spreading all over her body. His anger was like an unquenchable fire, and he made her feel hot. Soon after, she felt the sweat run down her exposed neck and asked you to open the window.

The cool air from the streets of Yoshiwara was like a deliverance to her, though it didn’t put out the fire inside. She didn’t understand him. Where did this anger suddenly come from in him?

To calm him, she grabbed her hand and squeezed the garment more tightly with the other. That didn’t help. She could barely contain her own trembling and keep a cheerful smile on her face, although she was also beginning to get angry.

But her anger wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at him.

Oh, how much she’d want him to sleep through that meeting with you, like he used to.

Fearing that something would happen to you, she ended the meeting sooner than she wanted and slowly returned to Kyogoku House. People watched her colourful procession of many, both male and female employees from her seirō, but she was the only one who stole everyone’s attention - she was like a diamond. Beautiful flower among weeds and grasses. Although she usually liked the attention she received, today it was unbearably annoying to her.

Her perfectly smooth forehead was flawed by the folds created by her tightly furrowed thin eyebrows.

She tried not to step out of her role and moved with a slow dance step towards her present place of residence, although she could easily get there within seconds even on her black high-soled geta.

After she returned to her seirō and locked in her room, they even quarreled over it all. Very seriously and rough. Although it took place without much damage to the furniture, several other girls said they heard an unknown male voice from her room. Some thought it was just her throat torn from Warabihime’s (no one knew her name except her brother and later you too) screams and it was still her voice, other say that she was insane or possessed by evil spirits.

To avoid do something he might regret later, Gyutaro went outside while the night was still young.

He wandered through side and dark streets killing drunks and couples, looking for some privacy to pick on them and release the accumulated negative emotions, but nothing could improve his mood.

Anger flowed through his veins under his skin, triggering an increasingly strong desire to scratch himself, and he gave in to it (not that he resisted much). He do it so hard that blood started dripping down his forehead and clavicle - he didn’t care about it because he’d regenerate in no time.

Then among the sounds of people walking in the streets, the roar of machines, and the sound of his rough skin torn by his black fingernails, he heard your voice. He looked out of the alley with curiosity and saw you walking in the company of a black-haired man.

You talked to him about something gesticulating vigorously, although the conversation itself didn’t interest him. Seeing your movements and hearing the annoying voice, an idea popped into his head - if you give him reason by which you could make his sister sad, he’ll kill you.

The thought brought a wide, menacing smile to his face, revealing sharp teeth and capable of shivering the body of more than one experienced Demon Slayer.

He knew Daki would be angry, but you were the reason for their argument and his sour mood right now. He felt like with your disappearance, so would his current problems.

The rest of the night he followed you jumping on the rooftops of buildings and listening to what you were talking about - despite his dislike for you, he even laughed a few times at your remarks and comments. He also found out that the man in the brown kimono and tied hair is your close friend Kaito.

• • •

It’s been a few days since he started following you and got to know you better - he already knew how you make a living and what your routine looks like. During the day he hid from the sun in a nearby house (whose owners suddenly disappeared under unexplained circumstances) and waited for dark to fall, when he could again follow you like a watchdog.

He didn’t even notice when all the hatred for you burned out inside him like an old bonfire, leaving nothing but smoking residue.

He was no longer actively looking for faults in you, and followed you more out of habit and curiosity. But he still had mixed feelings for you - maybe not as negative as at first.

Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone (even to himself).

Your friend would show up at your place sometimes with a carriage full of stuff, and sometimes you’d go out with him for drinks at a cheap bar nearby. It was a good opportunity to see what you thought of his sister.

Was she just one of many women for you to play with? Have you been seeing anyone besides her? Did you really respect her? What are you saying about her behind her back?

Thoughts like this popped into his head, but he wasn’t worried about hearing something bad from you about her.

But the words of a drunk are the thoughts of a sober, and with that thought he put his ears to hear you better, when your friend dragged you home. He hasn’t drink to much, because of the experience he’s had with you.

“Ahh, I want to go to Warabihime!” You were whining and trying to get away from your friend. It was a poor attempt, but it was difficult for the demon to judge whether it was alcohol or you were always so weak.

“You’ve been here last time and you don’t have money to meet now. Besides, you have to get permission first,” the black-haired man admonished you, tired of your drunken self.

“No, I wanna now! Let me goooo.”

“If you want to go to prostitutes go to some cheaper yūjo. There are a lot of them in harimise. No one will even know.”

Kaito casually offered knowing the rules of the pleasure district - after all, he used their services not so long time ago.

If oiran chose you as her client after three (very expensive) meetings, during which you tried to convince her that you were worthy of her, you couldn’t use the services of other women. Especially some cheap prostitute or some other oiran - it would be an insult to her, and although you know perfectly well that she would probably never know about it, you couldn’t look her in the face afterwards.

“No, you don’t understand, I can’t. I want to go to Warabihime!”

You still whined like a baby, but no one paid attention. You’ve already moved far away from the Entertainment District. You were surrounded only by low family houses and dark streets lit only by the light of a full moon watching you silently from above. He wasn’t the only one, although the other observer showed more interest, hiding yourself in the shadow.

“Is she really that good?” asked older man without even looking at you and suddenly got hit on the head by you.

The hit wasn’t strong, but it was painful enough that he suddenly let you go and you fell flat to the ground. The scene surprised Gyutaro so much that he stopped breathing, and he might even laugh, if he wasn’t shock of your reaction.

“What was that?!” Kaito asked, screaming in anger.

If it wasn’t for the sake circulating in your veins and spinning in your head, you could see the veins coming out of his forehead and his tightly clenched fists tremble. Your friend hated being insulted. Even as a joke, and now you’re overreacting.

“What was that supposed to be? What’s gotten into you? Are you… A-ah,” he said after a moment understanding and laughed unexpectedly. He didn’t expect that from you. Especially from you.

Yes, he was still angry, but he knew what oiran and other women of her type were like - they said many beautiful words and promised even more just to keep a well-paid client. Their living piggy banks. And you’ve obviously fallen for it more than he thought.

Not long ago he had been dating one, but when the first enchantment had passed he saw how much he had been deceived and trifled. No one has ever humiliated and ridiculed him like that woman had.

To this day, he can still smell her perfume reminiscent of peaches and kept the letters he couldn’t burn. He tried not to get drunk because of you, to walk you home safely, although he would love to do it.

He’d like to keep his mind off the time he was seeing her. To those brightly colored and sunny times with sweet feelings like her lips, and yet… fake.

He would like to forget her unique hair color, looking like the sun and and the deep black of the night at the same time. Throw out a strand of golden curls from her bangs. Forget her loud laugh and her sometimes out of control temperament, which he loved so much. Forget about these light brown eyes, which never looked at him with affection.

Every gesture she made was taught by years of practice, and every sweet word devoid of feeling - she was like an empty porcelain doll, and he found out too late. He always thought she was thinking about someone else, when she was with him.

He learned that she was playing with him by chance, when he heard another drunk man telling about his oiran’s great love for him and showing her letters for proof. Kaito would always recognize the scent of her perfume and her writing style.

However, he hoped it was a mistake and went to Ogimoto House to listen to other women’s gossip. All he had to do was stand by the window and he could have found out everything. The sound of their laughter and mockery directed at him hurt him. Those kind night ladies voices said such bad things about him that he just wanted to curl up and die in shame.

From that day on, he never returned to tea house.

But sometimes he stood near her balcony, when unconsciously his legs led him again towards Ogimoto House, and he would looking with longing and chest pain.

Against his will, he waited for her to see her feisty face with sharp features and small cute nose or silky hair again.

He saw a black crow come to her every now and then, and she’d pick up a letter attached to its leg. She then unfolded the red kimono and hid a piece of paper under it - he could only guess how close it was to her heart and who her lover was…

Sometimes, however, it was she who secretly sent the letter, plunging Kaito even more into dark despair.

Was he angry? Of course, he was. Even mad, but he couldn’t stop loving Makio either.

“All right, it’s fine,” he helped you get up and cleared your clothes. He understood what a wonderful feeling it was to love and be loved, but some of the flowers that grew from the seeds of that love were… poisonous. “Come home and get some sleep.”

Kaito helped you get undressed and put you in a futon. Your grey kimono (not so official, worn only because you didn’t mind destroying or staining it) he cleaned out the sand and dust of the street. The man decided open the window for you, so you could sleep better and the air in the room wouldn’t get stale from your stinking breath.

He was your good friend, but he treated you like you were his younger sibling (although you two were almost the same age). He was also your business partner - he would bring in goods from the far reaches of Japan, and you would sell it on the busy streets.

When Kaito left you had a strange dream - you dreamed that a skinny, grotesque figure stood over you like one of worst nightmares.

His morbidly yellow eyes stared straight at you through a veil of fat, dark green hair, piercing you through like daggers.

Even though you were tucked under a duvet and covered with a blanket to keep you warm, you felt like you were instantly getting cold - probably through an open window (through which the stranger must have entered) illuminating his monstrous face.

He looked like Death or a being closely related to it - did he come for your soul? Maybe he was just a seriously ill homeless man looking for shelter on a cold night?

The stranger was looking at you with a mysterious grin on his face like he wasn’t satisfied with something and was wondering about something at the same time. You felt like a disgusting insect under his judgmental gaze. The man scratched himself on the gray skin on his cheek, causing a rough chill on your back.

Scratch, scratch, scratch echoed across the room when you looked at each other in silence.

For a moment, the thought crossed your drunken mind, that you might be able to fall asleep when your eyelids became too heavy to keep them open, but then the he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You annoy and irritate me,” his voice was loud in the quiet room like the sound of a bell. “But for some reason I can’t hate you.”

The gray creature leaned over you so that your noses almost touched.

The strands of his bangs tickled your forehead and a piece of loose material hanging around his neck fell on your covered chest. You could smell his bad breath stinking like rotten flesh and blood.

“But if you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”

The threatening words sounded like a promise he was determined to keep. Although you had no idea how you’d know his sister.

Still, you picked up something in his voice that made you think he didn’t want to do it. As a trader, you had to be able to read your customers, and that’s why you knew who wanted what, when they were hiding something and when they were honest with you.

That’s why you knew Warabihime was completely honest with you about her behavior, although sometimes she seems to want to show you more than she can. Something keeps her from telling you about her worry, that makes her seem depressed sometimes and she masks it with a gentle smile.

You never asked about that because you didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere and lead to unpleasant situations between you two.

After the man’s words, you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol circulating in your body or the fear helped you, but when you woke up next day, you almost forgot the night guest. A slight throbbing of your head in the morning and a dry mouth only helped you remember what you were doing early in the evening with Kaito. You remembered the rest when you sat on the futon and saw a huddled figure in the corner of the room.

He squatted with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers touching the floor between his legs. He was so crooked that just looking at him made your back hurt. You didn’t believe he was comfortable like that. You regretted that only piece of his wardrobe was baggy navy trousers and red pieces of fabric loosely tied around his shoulders - seeing his extremely skinny body and morbidly gray-green skin, you had another headache again and you were getting nauseous, which you somehow stopped with a stone face.

The creature looked at you with boredom as if you were an unexpected and even more unwanted guest than the other way around - he didn’t budge or even blink like a grotesque sculpture.

He reminded you of Kaito’s stories of horrible, ugly, stone figures placed on the rooftops of many temples and cathedrals in faraway lands that he’d heard from other people - whether it’s tourists or foreign traders. They called them chimeras or gargoyles, depending on their function.

Was he a product of your mind as a sign to stop drinking?

“Are you finally get up?”

He asked, interrupting the silence and tilting his head slightly in a way familiar to you, but all you could do was nod your head and issue from a clenched throat quietly “Uh”.

You noticed that the window was closed now by wooden shutters and he was sitting under the wall adjacent to it as far away from it as possible.

“Don’t you have work today?”

You swallowed your saliva and nodded your head again. Feeling like an unwanted pest in your own home, you got up and folded the sheets. You put it on the other side of the room (under the window) and moved into the kitchen feeling behind you the watchful gaze of the bulging eyes and the menacing aura of your guest.

You entered the kitchen (the largest room in the house), where you had a low table and a stone stove, but you didn’t use it. An iron kettle for boiling water you set over a small fire. You remember when you dug a hole by yourself and then you covered it with bricks for safety. You liked to use it.

When you looked back, you saw a caricature of a man standing at the entrance to the room, still hidden in the shadows. He watched you from semi closed eyelids with boredom.

Does he have a skin condition? Can the sun hurt him? Is he afraid? Or maybe, like a vampire, you have to invite him?

A distant memory flashed through your head - how, as a little kid, you overheard a conversation among adults about bloodthirsty creatures turning to dust while they were standing in the sunlight. At that time they told you to leave then so as not to scare you, but curiosity was stronger.

Why do you suddenly remember that after all these years?

You shook your head and closed the shutters. To make sure the wind wouldn’t open them, you pulled the metal lock too for safety.

The room was semi-darkness.

Why did you do that?

Just to avoid a worse headache, and he decided to take advantage of it by walking into the kitchen.

Close up, when his position didn’t hide too much from you so you could see how bad he was - appearing rough and sickly skin was marked by numerous black marks, and the abdomen was practically concave. There were also bony hips protruding from behind the his material trousers, and you could describe him as a living skeleton, although he had heavily scratched muscle tissue gathered around his shoulders.

You placed two small clay tea cups on the table (remembering that you still had some medicinal herbs left for a hangover) and caused a mischievous smile on your comrade’s face as if you had done something stupid.

Yet he sat beside you at the table with his legs crossed and watched in silence as you ate a piece of dry meat with buttered bread. You weren’t sure how you were able to swallow when his constant gaze on you made your throat clenched itself. He didn’t even blink.

You paid him back with the same, but you couldn’t stand it for a long time and you started looking into the space above him. When you looked at him, you felt some kind of regret that made you offer him a piece of meat in your hand.

With this you caused him a loud burst of laughter, from which you jumped up in your seat. You amused him so much that he closed his eyelids and covered his mouth full of sharp yellow teeth with one hand, and he started hitting his knee with the other.

You didn’t know what was funny about it, so you just sat in front of him with a disconcerting face and with your hand still out holding a piece of meat pointing at him, but now you felt like an animal who had done a trick.

Gyutaro amused the absurdity of the situation and this irony, as you, a human - practically defenseless against him and unaware of his initial intentions (he still judging you) offer him, the demon, who has killed hundreds of people, a piece of food. If he was hungry, you’d be the first course on his menu.

When he calmed down a little, the broad smile still didn’t come off his face revealing his big teeth and made small wrinkles near his eyes showing how cheerful he was now.

You had a shiver for a moment, but you decided not to show it. If he isn’t a vision of your sleepy mind induced by alcohol, then it was better not to provoke him and didn’t let him know you’re afraid of him.

The stranger, feeling comfortable enough with you, lay down on the floor on his left side and resting his head on his fists, watched your morning routine without moving.

When you went to the other room to pick up some clothes (your house had only three rooms, one of which was a storage room) he just turned his head towards you and again returning to his previous, bored posture.

Even though he wasn’t physically moving, his eyes followed you, tracking your every move.

Then you also had to set up your wooden stall and load the goods on it. Unfortunately, your mare died a few months ago and you had to pull the carriage on wheels to the nearest town. If it weren’t for your expensive encounters with Warabihime, you could probably buy another horse sooner…

Actually, you were planning on taking the day off, but your unexpected visitor made you not want to stay home.

When you came back late in the evening, the only sign of him was the untouched clay cup of cold tea that you put in front of him.

For a moment, you really believed it was just a hallucination, but he came back after a few days.

• • •

You came home again at night after another day’s work in a remote city and he was already waiting for you inside. When you closed the door behind you, cutting yourself off from the sound of crickets in the nearby fields, you heard a quiet, characteristic for him scratch, scratch, scratch carring over a small building. You didn’t have time to escape to the street because he showed up right next to you.

There were several deep wounds on the right side of his face caused by his nervous scratching. Seeing you seemed to upset him even more because his movements got even more intense.

“Ne, ne, where have you been? Why don’t you come to her?”

Completely surprised by his sudden appearance, you took your breath away and all you could do was just stupidly open and close your mouth like a fish pulled out of the water. It was probably the first time, when you didn’t know what to say.

“Daki is impatient. She’s been waiting long enough for you.”

The man said that with a grudge against you. He was mad at you for not trying harder and making his pretty sister angry.

“Who… Who is Daki?”

You only managed to mouthed through a clenched throat as the monster in your kitchen continued to scratch nervously. He paused for a moment, reminding himself that you didn’t know everything yet, so he just said:

“Warabihime.”

Her name made your heart beat a little faster and you started to wonder how much you really know about her? Why did he call her Daki? How much does she have to do with him and who is he?

But before you could ask him anything, he threw you on his shoulder. Afraid he would drop you (or roll over with you), you propped on his bony back, but he had a surprisingly strong grip for someone looking so hungry.

Holding you with one hand, he went out in front of your house, jumped high and landed on the roof of a nearby building. It happened so fast that you only felt a sudden rush of cold air and could see your wooden geta fall down where you were just now.

Surprised and even more frightened, you clung tighter to a man, who seemed to mock your fear. You could have sworn that for a brief moment before he ran on the rooftops toward the bright Yoshiwara District you could see a smile on his face.

The fact that he only held you with one hand didn’t help you calm down at all.

A few minutes later, you were facing your black-haired oiran at Kyogoku House. It was the first time you had been in her seirō - you had always only met in tea house, but you didn’t have a nerve now to look around the room.

She sat in front of you proudly like a princess on a tatami dressed in a beautiful, silk, white kimono with a broad smile on her painted lips and a joy dancing in her bright eyes. She seemed even more radiant with affection, when she saw you.

Unusually, she was dressed more skimpily than usual - when her clothes opened you saw that instead of many other colorful layers of attire she was wearing only pink and black, lace panties and a wide obi of a similar color in a floral pattern tied around her slim belly. Her breasts were covered only by two straps of black material held by the belt, and her long, slender legs were dressed in stockings to match her underwear.

The man who brought you here unceremoniously dropped you off his shoulder on the floor and looked at you as if you were his new problem.

You jumped with your gaze from a figure standing above you to a woman sitting nearby without knowing what to do or why they brought you here.

Finally, the green-skinned man turned on his heel and walked toward the window you just came through, saying:

“I think you two have a little talk to do.”

And he jumped outside. He expected you to be too embarrassed to talk to Daki when he was around (although he was there all the time during your previous meetings, not that you knew about it) and he wanted her to explain this all to you.

You certainly had a ton of questions, and whether you survive afterwards will depend only on you.

Gyutaro crouched over the open window listening attentively to every word. His hand instinctively found its way to his skinny clavicle and began to unconsciously scratch it to relieve the stress.

After a long and, it would seem, difficult conversation for both of you, there was finally a deaf silence. He wondered for a moment if she killed you and if he could come back now. Then you spoke again. You were insecure and nervous - he could tell from your voice, but you surprised him again.

You wanted to try and keep seeing her. Despite knowing they’re both bloodthirsty demons eating your kind.

Gyutaro couldn’t take much time to think about your decision because he saw the black ink sky slowly change to a bright blue and red-orange flashes of the sun appear on the horizon, reminiscent of lanterns hanging in the Entertainment District.

Suddenly interrupting for you two, he went inside and kidnapped you again (despite his sister’s protests) jumping out with you to the street - he didn’t have much time and because you lost your shoes earlier, he couldn’t just leave you there. He knew Daki would be even more upset with him.

- - -

You were at the entrance of your house in just a few minutes. He stopped on the roof and grabbed you tight under the armpits. Your [Hair Color] hair was blowing in every possible direction by the wind and your head was spinning slightly like you were drunk again.

He bowed his head slightly and the orange sky looked like hellish flames behind him. He looked at you from behind his black-green hair, narrowing his menacingly yellow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what will happen if you ever cheat on her?”

Already less intimidated by his appearance, you nodded and said loudly, “You’re going to kill me!” and he slightly tilted his head as if you were irritating his ears.

“At least you’re smart.”

After these words, he let you fall on the gravel road outside your door. You moaned from the pain of a beaten ass, but you didn’t break anything - fortunately the height was too low for that.

Gyutaro watched for a moment as you lay before he disappeared behind the edge of the roof and rushed back to Kyogoku House. You didn’t know why he didn’t stay with you if he’d been there before… unless he was bothered by being with you all day.

Before any of your neighbors could see you, you got up with difficulty and took the geta that had been left on the street. Maybe someday you’ll find another…

You looked over the buildings thinking you’d see a big dark figure running over them, but he was gone, and you still had in your head nervous voice Warabi– … No, it’s Daki.

She told you her real name and what she was. She told you about her older brother and their history. She didn’t plan to hide anything from you from now on and exposed herself to you more than to anyone else.

Many had seen her attractive, firm body hidden under many layers of silk, but no one had yet known her heart.

Could you ignore something like that?

• • •

And you tried to come more often anyway. You couldn’t break your routine, but sometimes she was so impatient that she would even give you money, so you could get there early. Of course, it would have been easier if she intimidated the homeowners, Omitsu and her husband into letting you meet whenever you wanted, but you forbade her.

You could understand eating people, you would be a hypocrite to condemn her for eating the only food she could when you ate beef, veal, chicken and fish, when you were hungry. So that you could live on your own, you ate the flesh of other beings like many other species, and the fact that demons could only eat human was not her fault.

But you couldn’t tolerate, much less accept, terrorizing others so that only for you could meet. You could never accept senseless bloodshed or hurting and scaring others.

Your first face-to-face meeting was two weeks later, and it was the first time you were with all two of them. Gyutaro was ready to go out and hide somewhere not to disturb you, but you stopped him. You didn’t feel embarrassed or disgusted by him, although when you first saw him, he terrified you.

“Huh?” he murmured and his hand raised to scratch his neck. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement, and Daki felt a pleasant warmth pouring into her interior. So far, only two people have been kind to her brother.

If it wasn’t for her full makeup, you might see her cheeks blushing with delight. She slightly opened her lips in surprise, and her eyes glazed in the light of candles - she looked like a child at the sight of an unexpected, dream gift.

The man looked at his sister to see if she was okay with it and, not seeing any objection, sat down, but still keeping his distance. As time went on, he began to sit closer and closer to you.

You didn’t always just talk - sometimes Daki played koto or shamisen, that already were in the tea house or you played a board game Go.

• • •

Gyutaro finally fully understood why she was so angry when he came back from his long absence smelling like blood and you.

At first she was just angry with him for leaving her alone and even tried to look for him (without success), but when she smelled your strong smell from him she feared the worst. This led to another fight, and this time she didn’t pay attention to the furniture or the appearance of pretending to be a human being.

Frightened Omitsu told all the girls to stay away from her room hearing the sound of broken wood and her screams.

Hinatsuru then became more suspicious of the demon’s identity, but she was unable to send Kasugai crow to Tengen with her suspicions. She had to wait for her, and due to the increased demon activity in the city, she might have been caught. It wouldn’t be hard for a strong demon to kill a bird and then her.

She couldn’t have made a mistake. And she needed a real proof so she wouldn’t accidentally bewray herself by pointing out the wrong person.

• • •

Honestly, you were doing pretty good right now. Your insistence on stil making appearances all the time irritated Daki, who, if she could, would see you every day. Her brother supported you, although on the other hand, he hated saying no to his sister.

However, they both noticed that someone was watching their every move, and not only at Kyogoku House, so they had to continue the farce, at least until they got rid of all the pests.

But back to the present…

After giving the letter of request, the man (the owner of the seirō and Omitsu’s husband, whose name you couldn’t remember) told you that Warabihime was already waiting for you on the floor of the tea house.

Kyogoku House was the residence of oiran, kamuro, shinzou, other workers and owners couples - the women never brought their clients there and specifically went only to the chaya associated with their houses.

Surprised by her impatience, you let him lead you to the room. The little girls (probably kamuro, supporter housekeepers who cleaned and learned the artistic part of oiran work) looked at you with curiosity as always, not knowing how you could want to meet someone as cruel as Warabihime.

Out of politeness, you smiled warmly at them and waved, recognizing a few faces. Behind them, you saw a woman with bright purple eyes, coming out of one of the rooms. Her kimono fit her violet eyes like metal clips grafted into her fantastically arranged long hair. Under her left eye, you saw a tiny beauty mark through the white make-up that adds charm to her.

You thought maybe Daki mentioned about her once or two - she didn’t like her and complained about her a lot. What did she do to her? She never said it, although it was very likely nothing. The demon sometimes acts like a spoiled child around you when she’s completely done pretending.

“So, [Last Name]” the old man began as he stood with you in front of the thin shōji door. “Why are you with Warabihime? What do you like so much about her?”

You answered without hesitation.

“She’s cute.”

And you heard a loud man’s laugh coming out from behind the door. Gyutaro laughed uncontrollably, making the man next to you pale and almost fall over. At the last minute, you grabbed him by the arm and didn’t let him.

He nervously wiped his forehead with a cloth handkerchief and, saying he could handle it now and ran to the frist floor to be as far away from the monster and this cursed room as possible.

When you went inside, you saw the green-skinned demon shaking all over, holding his belly and laughing, covering his mouth with his other hand, trying to be quiet (which he didn’t do very well). His yellow eyes narrowed and took the shape of crescent moon. You thought you saw a tear drops out of one of them.

Daki tried to silence him by standing over him with wrinkled eyebrows, repeating over and over “Shhhh, shhhh,” loudly with her finger pressed against her narrow lips, but it didn’t help. Despite the white foundation all over her face and neck (part of her oiran makeup), you could see her ears turning deep red.

Gyutaro’s amusement also came to you, and after a while you also began to laugh, enjoying the next meeting with the demonic siblings.

As always, you spent a few hours together. Daki was playing shamisen, and you and her brother were playing Go while you were talking. You could have sworn that the whole meeting, the black-haired girl was strangely thoughtful. When you caught her looking at you, she looked away fast and her ears turned red again.

• • •

After all, just as you were leaving, you were suddenly dragged by the shoulder into a dark room. It was one of the new oiran. What did Daki say her name was? Hinatsuru? Maybe a little different.

“Um, yes?”

You asked without knowing what she might want from you. Her eyebrows wrinkled with concern and her lips slightly extended as if she was still hesitating about what she was doing. She kept holding you under your arm, squeezing your clothes tighter.

She had thin and slender fingers, but her grip wasn’t delicate. If you didn’t know, you’d think you were caught by a hard-working young man.

“I–, I need help,” she whispered finally looking into your eyes. She looked desperate. “It’s important and only you can help me.”

“Excuse me?”

There was still a deep horror on her face, worrying you a little bit and making you wonder how you could help her? You had never spoken until now. But despite this, Hinatsuru knew you well - the girls at Kyogoku House talking about you, because you were probably the longest customer of cold Warabihime and now the only one.

She didn’t want to imply anything, but everything suggested that others might be dead, and she didn’t want anything to happen to you. Also, you must have gotten to know the cruel oiran very well by that time and you could help her in her mission.

She now had limited movements and lost contact with the other two women. She tried to send a message to Tengen some time ago by mices, but he still didn’t respond. Maybe the demon found out.

“Please come here tomorrow and meet me. You have to talk to me,” she said as quietly as before.

You were about to ask why, but when you saw the feelings in her eyes... You just nodded. It must have been something important if she insisted, and there was a reason why she couldn’t talk about it now.

Was she afraid of someone?

The first thing that came to your mind was Daki, but she promised you no more terrorizing the inhabitants of her seirō. Maybe you’re thinking too much about her secret and that’s why she’s the one that comes to mind. Maybe it’s not about her at all…

“And take it.”

She handed you a object wrapped in a purple fabric. You couldn’t tell from only the touch what it was, so you hid it smoothly behind your kimono and nodded again.

Now she let you go. And yet you walked out of there with a bad feeling and a heavy burden on your shoulders.

- - -

Hinatsuru breathed a sigh of relief when you said yes. She was hoping to save you. She waited a moment before leaving the room herself and the first thing she saw, was Warabihime’s face contorted in a grimace of anger.

Her head was slightly tilted to the right and she frown to form a wrinkle on her smooth forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, cold sweat sweated all over the woman and she was covered with goose bumps. Her whole body was screaming, “RUN, FIGHT!” but she couldn’t move a single limb. It was hard even for her to breathe.

“N-nothing.”

The oiran leaned dangerously close, so Hinatsuru could easily smell her delicate sakura perfume and she whispered into her ear.

“So don’t touch what’s not yours, or you’ll lose your hands.”

Daki stepped away from her, threateningly staring her in the eyes for a moment, and left to return to Kyogoku House. She still could her talking as she walked away:

“I heard some girls disappeared from Tokito House recently. Take care of yourself.”

Hinatsuru felt she had to get out of here. She instinctively squeezed a small dose of poison hidden in the sleeve of the kimono she took with her just in case to simulate illness.

Yes, it’s time to bring in Uzui.

➻ Little dictionary:

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Zataku (座卓) - is the generic term for this kind of low table.

Onigiri (御握り) - is made of rice formed into a triangular or oval shape, sometimes wrapped in a nori (Japanese name for different species of edible seaweed). This dish is stuffed with, among others, marinated Japanese apricot, roe, shrimp, fish, etc. The stuffing is usually salty to protect the rice from spoilage.

Gyūdon (牛丼, Japanese Beef Rice Bowl) - is one of the most popular and inexpensive fast food dishes in Japan. Its name can be literally translated to beef bowl.

Ikejime (活け締め) - It is a technique of killing fish neutralizing the nervous system of a live animal from bleeding. This ancient practice, of Japanese origin, has the effect of reducing stress and pain in fish. His muscles are not as tight, his flesh holds better, and his taste qualities are better compared to the usual way of strangulation.

Genre: Romance || Hurt/Comfort

Word count and reading time: +12.1k (49 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death, Eating dead body, Severe injuries (not Reader), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Mukago’s life as a member of Twelve Kizuki was… stressful. She thought if she could join a group of the most powerful demons in the world, it would be easier for her, but it’s just getting harder.

She felt the constant pressure exerted by Muzan, the Upper Ranks looked down on her with superiority and contempt, and she was constantly afraid to maintain her position as the Lower Four.

Rui, Lower Five, was strong and probably if he wasn’t interested in climbing the ranks of Twelve Kizuki he could easily beat her - she could feel it just by standing near him during meetings.

He gave off a dense and suffocating aura showing how many people he had eaten and illustrating how ruthless and insensitive he was.

Apparently, he didn’t spare even the members of his “family”, which Kibutsuji kindly allowed him to create. Its size changed very quickly and often - someone joined, someone left (usually from his white hand in monstrous torments) and a new replacement appeared again.

This made him Muzan’s favorite, and all the Lower Ranks looked at him with jealousy, although he didn’t seem to notice or care about it.

She wouldn’t have beaten him if he challenged her to the Blood Battle - she knew her abilities and the differences between their powers that divide them like a deep chasm.

This didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to defend herself, she would be foolish to surrender without a fight.

He didn’t need weak and cowardly demons. He wanted nothing from them but boundless devotion and ruthlessness. It’s the only way she could go far as a demon, as Lower One and all the Upper Ranks have shown.

And that’s why she was relieved that the spider boy was indifferent to the rat race in the ranks of Twelve Kizuki. As a result, she could still live.

But even though she had been one of Kizuki for some time, she still didn’t feel like a member of their group. It’s like she totally doesn’t fit there.

The Kibutsuji once said that they all should get rid of their humanity. Their greatest weakness, but just because she was a demon doesn’t mean that she still has no human feelings - she could still laugh, cry and feel gratitude for the kindness showed for her.

That’s why she remembers with pleasure her first encounter with [Last Name], which she tries to hide even from the Kibutsuji, fearing how he might react.

She was wounded and running from the Demon Slayer. She hoped her Lower Rank 4 position would somehow deter him, but he was determined to kill her. Too late she noticed that he was one of the kinoe - hashire she would have sensed from afar long ago.

With dizzying speed she ran through the trees, hearing his footsteps behind her, not at all far behind her. He easily kept up with her.

Every time she heard him pull out his katana with a metallic sound, she tilted her head down or changed direction to avoid the colored blade. Once he managed to cut the tips of her horns. She felt sweat run all over her body and her hair stand on end.

This chase could go on indefinitely unless one coincidence - a cliff that neither she nor he noticed.

With the menacing sound of a katana cutting through the air, she tried to dodge once again and cover her head with her hands, but suddenly she lost ground under her feet.

She didn’t have time to scream when she started falling, with the Demon Slayer next to her.

In the dark she had much better eyesight than humans in the dark, and in the dim moonlight she could see a surprise painted on the boy’s face - he didn’t even understand, what was happening before he hit the stones below them with a crack.

The fall, despite appearances, was quiet - the sound of broken bones was no louder than the sound of breaking a dry branch. Neither of them screamed. The only thing that escaped their mouths was the air collected in their lungs, which came out stifled.

She landed on her abdomen - she felt pain in her bent limbs and collapsed lungs.

Her nerve endings were burning her throughout her body, sending a message to her brain about her numerous critical injuries, and liters of blood spilling from her wounds made her feel cold as if she were lying in the snow. The punctured lungs prevented her from breathing, and the blood flooding them from the inside would probably have drowned her long ago, if she hadn’t been a demon.

Either that, or she’d die of pain because, unfortunately, she fell frist on her feet.

The nameless Demon Slayer fell out of her line of sight, and it cost her too much effort to lift and turn her head to see where he lay.

She didn’t hear his groans or heavy, unsteady breathing indicative of an agonizing state of great pain, so she suspected he fell on his head and split his skull. He died quickly and probably painlessly, unlike her - she was waiting for a long and painful recovery now.

If she faints for a few hours it would be a grace, but her mind stubbornly kept her conscious.

After about thirty minutes (which seemed like an eternity to her), her throat regenerated, and although she was still in pain, she was able to emit squeaks of pain. She sounded pathetic even to her own ears - not like a member of the most powerful demons in the world, but like a mouse tormented by a cat.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes, like endless waterfalls, blurring the view of white flowers from her face. It hurt, everything hurt her so much.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her, and then saw a brighter and brighter light illuminating everything in front of her. Rocks, trees, plants… For a moment she feared it would be a rising of the day, but she didn’t burn after standing in all its glory.

The person, who arrived, stood behind her back and she could only guess who it was - a lost trader in the mountains? Another demon? Or maybe another Demon Slayer?

In her present condition, she couldn’t escape. She was scared, but at the same time she wanted all the pain to end.

Will that be the end of her? Will she find peace? Will she go to hell for her sins? Will she be reborn and get a second chance?

The person stood over them for a moment and heard only the hiss of the fire burning land in the candle that human had brought and its faster breathing.

She saw how the light moving and long shadow on the stones in front of her as the mystery figure covered the flame.

The traveler was afraid. She was sure of it. Mugako didn’t have a sharpened sense of hearing as well as the Upper Moon, but the person’s heart was beating so hard that she could hear it as if she had an ear on their chest.

Despite panic, this heartbeat calmed her down a bit. With a sore throat in a hoarse, quiet voice she said:

“He-help…”

And finally, she began to float away into blissful unconsciousness, listening to the sound of a rapid heartbeat.

• • •

Mukago woke up some time later in an unfamiliar place. She didn’t see the black sky above her or even the surrounding her before mountain landscape, but the wooden ceiling of a small house. She lay on a soft futon tightly covered with numerous blankets to keep her warm.

Where was she? Did she die? This is reincarnation?

Her sense of smell was immediately attacked by the numerous sweet smells, which was mixing with each other and surrounding her from all sides. She couldn’t pick up one that would tell her where she was.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding wooden doors and footsteps. With difficulty she turned her head and saw the figure standing in the dark - she knew from the smell that it was a human. Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to tell more about person from place where she lay. She’d have to get up and get closer, but her head (and all the limbs) seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms.

The stranger gently put down the wicker baskets on the ground next to the entrance and went to the furnace nearby. As quietly as before, person threw in a few logs of wood and lit a fire.

Are you afraid of her? Is that why you were so careful? But then why would you take her to your home?

In the dim orange light from the stone furnace, she saw better the facial features of her new companion. You didn’t look like a Demon Slayer, and your worried, wrinkled eyebrows didn’t indicate bad intentions. More like regret.

Maybe you regretted your decision and wondered what to do next? What should you do with a dangerous demon under your roof?

Suddenly you noticed she was awake and with a quiet “oh!” you froze motionless. In the warm glow of fire, she saw the surprise that appeared on your face for a second and then how you looked at her with those [color] eyes with an expression she didn’t recognize for now. She hasn’t seen it on anyone’s face too long time to tell immediately what kind of emotion it is.

She knew perfectly well the fear hidden in the stiff faces of her dead victims or the sadness when they begged for mercy in tears. She had seen pain and anger, but this… It was something new.

“Are you still going to sleep? Are you all right?” you asked, confusing her even more.

Why would you ask that and care about her? With every moment she spent with you, she have more and more questions popping into her head, and the uncertainty of your intentions twisting her guts. She didn’t know what to expect from you.

She nodded hesitantly and again there was silence between you for a few minutes.

You turned your gaze away from her looking at a distant point in front of you, focusing on your thoughts, and she felt the atmosphere getting more thicker.

You didn’t look like you were planning on speaking anytime soon, so she decided to do it, but before she spoke she already knew that it wouldn’t be an easy - no sound would pass through her dry, sore throat, and her swollen like a sponge tongue, stuck to her palate.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty a few times and opened her glued lips with a wet sound attracting your attention again.

“Where–?”

“At my house,” you said quickly and didn’t let her finish. “Don’t bother yourself, lie down. Try to get more sleep.”

She closed her mouth obediently and continued to stare at you with a startled look.

Unable to stand her attentive, unblinking gaze, you turned your head the other way and looked into space. You felt awkward when she did it.

The windows were closed with wooden shutters, so the only source of light in the small hut was the fire from the furnace, and the sound that interrupted the uncomfortable silence was the crackling of wood in the heat and your quiet breaths.

When you entered the house you noticed a change - her breathing was no longer as loud and whistling as at the beginning, when you found her.

Have her lungs already regenerated? If so, how long will it take for her to fully recover?

You tightened your lips in anger and frowned slightly in frustration. What are you gonna do next? What will she do?

How stupid you were…

You chastised yourself in your mind for your recklessness and wondered what you should do now, when the demon was watching you all the time.

She could see perfectly well how your face changed under the influence of emotion - honestly, anyone could read you like an open book, but she hoped you wouldn’t suddenly pull out a nichirin blade from somewhere to kill her.

She wasn’t sure, she would have been able to defend herself from you in this state.

- - -

The night passed for you… without much 'attraction' - you didn’t talk to Mukago anymore and after a few minutes you fell asleep by the stove through its warmth and she didn’t try to wake you up. She focused on regenerating as quickly as possible so she could leave.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t sleep at the same time anymore, so she just lay alone with her thoughts, staring at the ceiling. Hunger squeezed and twisted her guts, the recovering drained a lot of energy from her, and when she looked at you, saliva flowed into her mouth.

You looked so good with that calm face untainted by any worries when you were conscious. Your scent filled her nostrils until she got dizzy - she felt drunk from your scent. You weren’t a marechi, but everything in the cabin smelled like you - the floor, the furniture and even the sheets she was lying in.

The years spent in the wooden walls made the entire house to soak up your scent like a handkerchief thrown into the water, although you probably didn’t smell it - demons have a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans, and her hunger with numerous, severe injuries only made it worse.

You were like an aromatic, fat chicken covered in honey over a fire. With skin flushed from the warmth and slightly shiny from the sweat running down your forehead.

You were definitely well seasoned. Just looking at you, she could imagine the structure of your muscles, feel the distinct iron taste of blood on her tongue spiced with your emotions.

There were many chemical reactions in the human body that were also caused by hormones and enzymes - from what she remembered about butchering meat or fish, when she was still human. Apparently, fear killed the taste of meat by the adrenaline and acids released in muscle tissues during stressful situations, so now you were perfect. Hunters and fishermen tried to kill the animal as quickly and painlessly as possible to prevent it. This killing technique is called ikejime.

You weren’t special, but in her condition, you were everything she could have dreamed of right now.

Normally, she’d sneak up on you while you were asleep and kill you before you could react, but she couldn’t. She still had broken bones (not only in her legs) and too severe internal injuries. All she had left was to wait and suffer in the silence still lured by your scent like a bee to a flower.

You unknowingly tortured her and turned your little house into her own private hell. You were her executioner, even though you didn’t do anything to her.

Her belly murmured low and long for food like a dog waiting for a bone, but it was a sound too muffled by the blanket to wake you up. You didn’t even move in your position.

An unpleasant spasm passed through her bowels like a spear, and the emptiness in her stomach became even more painful. Even more saliva poured into her mouth and flowed down her unnaturally pale cheek to soak into the pillow under her head and into her messy hair.

All she could do now was looking at you with a deep hunger in her eyes.

- - -

Shortly after sunrise you woke up - although the shutter was tightly closed and covered with some material she could tell by the singing of the morning birds.

Your sleepy eyes slowly opened and you stretched your bones with a quiet crack. From being in an awkward position for hours, your back and neck hurt. You grabbed the back of your neck to massage your tense muscles and looked around with tired eyes into a dark room, but you didn’t saw anything - the fire from the furnace has long gone out, leaving behind a delicate smell of smoke.

Moving around in a small room using only your memory, you walked up to the door and a little opened it, letting light in - luckily for your adopted guest, they didn’t face east or west, so it was half-dark.

Now you could see a white horned head with silver hair around her like a halo from beneath your bedding. Her dark eyes stared at you, making you less comfortable with a constant observer.

Honestly, if you forgot her, you’d scream in terror until the nearest village heard you and waking everyone up.

How about you become a new legend about a ghost living in the mountains with a killing voice, hm?

Her eyes followed you wherever you went in a small room - whether you made yourself breakfast or a bento for lunch at work. You pretended you didn’t notice how the unnatural irises moved, tracking your every slightest movement. When you disappeared out of their area, she even struggled to move her whole head towards you.

Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Was that disturbing? Most of all.

And you could have left the door locked and forgotten about her… Or leave her in the mountains till morning to burn.

“I’m going to work, don’t destroy or touch anything,” you said coldly when you changed (hiding behind a curtain made from an old blanket and hung from the ceiling on a beam supporting the roof) clothes and turned to the exit.

You didn’t even look at her knowing she’d still stare at you quietly with those dark eyes.

- - -

To your surprise, when you came home that evening, the demon woman was still lying where you left her.

Demons don’t regenerate faster?

You thought slowly chewing an onigiri ball. A little white rice stuck to your cheeks around your lips, but you didn’t pay much attention to it when you were focused on the lying demon.

“You still can’t move?” you asked her, still standing in the red light of the setting sun.

You had a bag of groceries hanging loosely on your one shoulder and an axe in the other hand. You weren’t stupid enough to walk into a dark room with a predator without any weapons.

But you were stupid enough to let a monster in and fall asleep next to her.

You reprimanded yourself quietly in your mind, frowned at that and clenched the handle of the iron axe tighter.

And then you left her unsupervised.

Were you mad at yourself? Yeah, but you can’t change the time. You could only hope she was really too hurt to get to you.

“Hey, come on, move,” you ordered to her still not going inside.

“I-I can’t…” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. You couldn’t tell if it was because of her bad condition or the long time she hadn’t used it.

So far, her body has taken care of numerous internal injuries and setting her ribs in right place. Maybe if she had eaten in the meantime it would have gone faster, but she was completely alone all day without any food.

Unfortunately, despite healing most of the injuries from her body, she felt weaker because of the amount of energy it consumed from her. Probably even after she’s completely healed, she won’t be able to stand on her feet for a while.

“This better be true,” you threatened, and she could have seen your embrance on the wooden shaft of the tool tighten. She even heard the wood crackling quietly under your hand.

You were ready to attack her at any moment if she suddenly jumped at you, and she was sure you wouldn’t hesitate.

You went inside and put a white wrap from a fabric bag next to her. It emitted a strong odor that attracted her on the one hand and repelled her on the other. Like water in a poisoned lake, a dehydrated animal. Like a Venus flytrap bugs.

“Eat,” you said looking down at her, and the command acted on her like letting the dog off a leash.

She had one big word in her head: “FOOD” - she immediately turning to the bundle with a weak, pale hand ending with sharp claws and she tore the material.

It was meat.

She felt she was about to cry. She didn’t understand your kindness and she had many questions.

Who are you to her, after all? You helped her a lot, but your behavior shows her how much you despise her (or her kind). You still gave her mixed signals that caused her a headache.

If she still goes on like this, she’ll go crazy because of you.

With a trembling hand, she grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, almost choking. The sudden sweetness that attacked her tongue turned into a bitter and tart taste, making her want to vomit.

She quickly spat out a large piece of meat and began coughing and spitting with effort to rid her mouth of the residue. When she looked up, she saw you looking at her frown in a grim grimace of discontent.

She knew that look, you reminded her… It’s better not to mention his name here. Even quietly, because he’d find out, and he’d be angry to see one of his moons in such a weak state. He would probably consider her unworthy of that rank.

And what would he do next? Would he downgrade her to a lower position? Would he expel her from Twelve Kizuki? Would he kill her?

Those thoughts gave her the creeps.

“What is it? Why can’t you eat?” You asked, and your voice sounded sharp in her ears. She lowered her head. She couldn’t look you in the face for some reason.

“You’re a demon, you eat meat,” you said as if you were stating the obvious, such as that it’s bright during the day and birds fly in the sky.

“I can’t,” she admitted quietly and reluctantly, still trembling. “I can’t eat an animal.”

Are you gonna kill her now? You gonna call a Demon Slayer? Why don’t you just expose her to sunlight?

All she heard was your unhappy sigh above her and saw how you take the bag of the rest of the meat from her. There was still probably kilo in there.

“Well, it’s sad, but it won’t go to waste.”

You turned away from her and sat by the stone oven with the dry twigs from the wicker basket. Moments later, you put a pot on it and started preparing food for yourself.

In the next few minutes, the hut was filled with aromas of spices and the sound of bubbling water for sauce. All your attention was turned to cooking and she could see your calm face again illuminated by a yellow, warm flame.

You looked as if you had forgotten about her presence and all your problems - now there was only you and your little cabin. Your home. The outside world didn’t exist. You probably didn’t even worry about the probable sudden intrusion of some dangerous intruder.

Mukago would like to have such a quiet haven. A place, where she can come and forget everything - about demons and people, the rest of Kizuki and about her Master, fear of whether she’ll survive another day or the slayer she encounters is stronger than she is.

But looking at you, she finally calmed herself - it was nice to see you at work, even when you weren’t doing anything special.

Lying in your futon and covered with a blanket (she could still smell your scent, even though it had begun to faded) watching you cook - this scene was almost family-like. Affectionate. Intimate.

If she were human, the smell would make her drool. Maybe you could eat together.

When you were done, you put your food in a clay dish and sat in the corner not far from the furnace that was still generating heat. Suddenly, as if you remembering something, you looked in her direction without moving.

“Are you going to watch me eat like that?” you asked hesitantly.

Surprised, she forgot she was staring at you so intensely. Slightly ashamed, she looked away and focused on the ceiling this time.

Now the roles were reversed and you were staring at her, slowly eating the steaming gyūdon and wondering what to do next.

You should have gotten rid of her this morning, thrown her in the sunlight. What went into your mind to take her with you? If not now, she’ll kill you the next time. The only thing demons can eat is human flesh, and now you’re sure, and she even confirmed it. She’s hungry, you can’t feed her anything else. The sooner you take care of this, the better it will be.

You thought as you put the dish next to you and turned to the door. The sun has already set.

With resignation, you promised yourself you’d get rid of her in the morning (even though you knew, you wouldn’t keep it as usual).

“How long will it take you to regenerate?”

You suddenly broke the silence. The horned demon looked at you and the fire reflected in her silver irises. The red sclera all around it made her look like she really came out of the depths of hell, but there was something endearing about her - if it weren’t for the unnaturally eyes color and horns, she would have been really lovely human.

“I don’t know.”

She admitted it honestly, because she had nothing else and asked instead what will you do with her, still not looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you said as if you wanted to tease her.

Although the way your body was tensed up and your pulse quickened, she knew you were lying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

- - -

Mukago suddenly felt her blanket lift. She wasn’t sleeping - she just lay there with her eyes closed trying to speed up her recovery by focusing on healing individual fractures and injuries rather than trying everything at once.

With her slightly open eyelids, she saw you squatting next to her, holding the same axe on your shoulder as before, and staring at her belly with squinted eyes.

She quickly raised her hands, trying to shield herself from the blows, squealing like any woman in the face of unexpected danger. Surprised she was awake, you shivered and dropped the covering her material. A deep blush of shame appeared on your cheeks from being caught in the act of disgrace.

“I was just checking to see if you’re recovering well,” you said right away so she wouldn’t have any bad ideas…

And you thought you could change the sheets soon, because lying in stains of dried blood leaking through the bandages didn’t seem too hygienic to you, but you never mentioned it.

You sounded like you needed to explain yourself to her.

And stupid.

When you realized it, your surprised (and definitely guilty) face turned into a grimace again. You made a loud “tsk!” with your tongue and walked away from her.

Before you left, you took a big basket with you, and in the first rays of the sun coming through the door, she saw your ears are still red.

She was alone.

Again.

She felt like the small progress you had made in your unexpected relationship had been reduced to zero, and even as if you had taken a few extra steps backwards. She felt guilty about it because you really seemed nice even though you were hiding under the hood of a rough person all the time. She wished she hadn’t kept her eyes closed or called you.

Although she had spent years as a demon, she had not had many opportunities to meet another person to talk to. Humans quickly ended up as her food, weaker demons fled or died fighting for rank, and Twelve Kizuki treated each other as enemies.

Why did she only now feel how lonely she was? Or maybe it’s by tasting a sweet a little bit of the other person’s company?

Is it gonna be hard for her to get back into her life now after that you’ve just walked into it so unexpectedly?

Will she be able to return to those cold, lonely nights surrounded only by the dead bodies of her enemies who only hated her? Who only wanted to kill her?

You never gave her the feeling that you wanted to hurt her or that you were angry with her. You made ugly faces sometimes, but she saw you were only mad at yourself.

You did it when you said or showed her too much. You pretend you don’t care about her, but she doesn’t think it’s true. You’re a good person.

And maybe you were lonely in those mountains too. In these four wooden walls, where it is futile to look for the smell or traces of any guests.

Will she forget the heat from your furnace? The smell of flowers surrounding your home? The sound of your clamly beating heart or quietly breathing while you sleep?

When will she forget your voice or the color of your eyes? Or all those faces, that even though she didn’t feel comfortable with you at first, she found it funny now.

Did you know that when you get nervous, your left temple pulsates?

Here it was so… Pleasant. Nice. Different.

- - -

“How much more time do you need?” you asked when you came to see her in the afternoon.

She was now able to sit up and hardly felt any pain in her abdomen. The only thing stopping her from leaving was the sunlight and the broken bones in her legs.

“About twelve hours.” However, after a moment of reflection, she added. “Maybe a little more.”

Hearing an answer that satisfied you, you nodded your head and put away the new dry branches and charcoal. The last one you got from a friendly family, and the rest you found on the way home from the city where you work.

Despite living near the woods and mountains, you were neither a hunter nor a lumberjack. This meant, you had to get up early in the morning and drive your carretela the next few kilometers to your workplace, but you liked it. The other employees were always nice and there was always a customer to whom you could please with your goods. An additional plus was the specific place where you live allowing you to experiment with it.

And what were you trading?

“What are you doing?” the girl asked, when she felt a little more confident and saw you pull a little wrap from behind your kimono.

“I’m planting.”

You sprinkled seeds from a small handkerchief into a pot and wrote the name of the plant with charcoal on it, before you pulled out a thin notebook from the book cabinet and starting to write something in it. She thought you wouldn’t want to talk to her, but after a while, you started more talking.

“My boss sometimes gives me different seeds to record the growth of plants under different conditions than in the greenhouse.” You paused for a moment to see if you wrote the name on the other page correctly. “And there are also plants that won’t grow anywhere else, but in the mountains because of this.”

“Are you a gardener?”

“I work in a flower shop, but yes - I’m also a gardener. I even have a nice garden in front of my house thanks to this.”

“Do you know a lot of plants?”

“Oh, yes, boss probably brings them from all over the world.” You said in a tone showing that you don’t consider it a great feat. Like you’d be better off without that knowledge. “He has many shops and contacts with abroad. He’s a businessman and lately he’s trying to make a deal for his services with some old family of pharmacists.”

“Is that why you were there? To study the growth of flowers in the mountains?”

The quiet shuffle of the grey pencil on the paper went silent when you looked at her. She was no longer hiding from your gaze - after all, she was Lower Rank 4.

“Yes, you fell into my Hayachineusuyukiso.” Seeing that the name doesn’t mean anything to her, you added. “Also called Edelweiss or Beautiful Star. A rare, white, mountain flower, not difficult to grow, but it was difficult for me to make suitable soil conditions for it.”

The only thing she answered was “oh” as an understanding of the subject of the plant, and then she added even louder and more confidently “Oh!” when she understood exactly what she had done.

She swooped in (along with the Demon Slayer) and destroyed your hard work to grow these flowers. She didn’t know what you had to do to get this, so she was even more worried. And you were probably doing it for your boss. She was hoping, he wouldn’t fire you for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said with guilt, putting her hands on the sheets covering her. There’s almost nothing left of your scent on it, replaced by her sweat and blood.

“You don’t have to, you can’t fix them with words.”

You lifted your eyes from the pages and saw the demon staring at her clenched hands. The bangs and longer strands of hair fell freely over her face, concealing her like a silver hood, but were still too short to cover her tightly held lips.

Was she clutching them out of hunger or guilt?

Even though the thought occurred in your head, you didn’t consider her a serious threat. She reminded you of a child, which somebody yelled at - sad and ashamed of their actions. Sitting in a corner for punishment and left with her thoughts to calmly reflect on her mistakes. Unwillingly, you added while closing the small notebook with a slam.

“I didn’t need them for anything anymore anyway - I just had to get the flowers to unfurl to confirm a theory.”

When you stood up, she followed you with her eyes, watching you slowly getting to leave, before you stopped for a moment.

You came back and put some similar notebooks in front of her.

“If you’re bored, you can read or draw on blank pages. I’d probably be bored to death with nothing to do here.”

“Are you going back to work?” she asked, hoping you’d stay with her.

“There’s a charcoal-burning family on the other side of the mountains, and I promised Tanjiro-kun I’d come and visit them after I checked on you.”

“Oh, okey.”

Her sad and disappointed tone made you feel like you just kicked a little cat. Before guilt and duty completely took over you, you left planning a meeting with the rest of the Kamado family, picking prettier flowers for a bouquet for Mrs. Kie and her two daughters.

- - -

“Any improvement?” you asked when you finally came back.

Although you left your friends before dark (knowing how treacherous mountain roads can be), you still reached the hut only after the sun had hidden behind the horizon.

The abdominal pain practically disappeared along with the dark blue and purple spots adorning her skin and she could move her toes, but it was still a problem for her to bend her knees. She still can’t walk on her own.

“I need a few more hours.”

“Is there any way to speed this up?”

“I could, but…”

She couldn’t finish a sentence knowing there was no way you’d say yes. She looked down and silver hair again obscured her view.

She heard you sighing and leaving. In the backyard, you threw something on a gravel road that gave off a metallic reverberation and dragged it, destroying a few of the stray little twigs.

Through the entrance to the cottage, she saw you standing in front of a wooden trailer. You harnessed a little brown horse to it and started pulling off the fabric bags and bringing them home, putting them in a corner.

She watched your actions with curiosity until you stopped, stood over her and asked with a neutral expression.

“If I help you, can you make it to the carriage?”

She looked at the vehicle one more time and then nodded at you. You uncovered her body, pulled her out of the futon - there was a large dark stain of clotted blood where she lay, but you’ve seen a significant improvement. You were involuntarily happy about it.

She reached out to you like a baby. You held her under her armpits and then you tried to put her hand across your neck. The last time, when you carried her home unconscious, she was definitely heavier and harder for you to maneuver.

Unlike the first time you met her, she was no longer cold - the gentle warmth of her body made you believe she was truly human, if it weren’t for her appearance.

Relying on you, she came to the carriage and you put her in the trailer. Her legs were still weak and flabby, but the fact that she could walk a few steps with the help was a good sign.

“Where are you taking me?”

She asked, watching you step forward and sit in the coachman’s seat. Holding the leather reins, you swung with it at the animal to make it move.

Not very glad with the night ride, the horse initially resisted, but after a few pulls, he finally moved. His clattering hooves resounded in silence along with his loud hisses, making it even less real.

When was the last time Mukago rode in a carriage? It must have been when she was still human.

Was she afraid? No, even though you didn’t answer her question and you kept your distance almost the whole time. She knew you weren’t bad.

And she knew it would finally come. She couldn’t hope that you would let her live with you - after all, you were natural enemies.

When after a long ride you stopped the horse before the entrance between the two mountains, she knew it was time to say goodbye.

You went around the carriage again to get to her and took her down, before you led her deep into a narrow, stone road and sat her on a big boulder.

“I can’t go any further.”

You said crouching at the height of her eyes. You pointed your finger at the dark behind her and added. “That’s where I found you, with any luck he should still be there, if the wild animals haven’t gotten him first.”

The demon nodded. She still didn’t understand what was inside your head and why you decided to helping her so much, but she was very grateful to you.

She looked at your back for a moment as you walked away from her and when your footsteps silenced in the other sounds of the night, she slowly crawl into the corpse of the Demon Slayer.

She had to make several stops along the way to rest, but she had all night to get there.

Surprisingly, the corpse was still lying where he fell. Flowers were arranged around it, as if someone was trying to make it up for the dead boy’s lack of burial.

As she got closer, she could see that the animals had found their way to him during those three days. His right hand was missing and in the place of his eyes were two black voids staring straight at her. The dried blood on his cheeks now looked like tears. Equally bad must have been the hole in his belly, where something was still moving under the stiff material of his uniform.

Unable to complain, she tried to ignore the horrible smell coming from the rotting body and after a few minutes she could walk normally again.

- - -

You didn’t leave from the entrance to the ravine long before dawn. What told you to stay? Guilt? Duty to a stranger’s girl?

No, it’s a demon. You can’t forget that.

But even your own admonitions didn’t move you. Your horse turned his head restlessly waiting for you to let him to turn back and lie down again in the dry straw in a small barn, but you waited.

For what? Until she finishes eating and comes back for you?

Tired, you rubbed your eyes and struggled with drowsiness. You decided to wait another ten minutes, and if she doesn’t signal that she needs help by then, you’ll leave.

- - -

You were awakened from a shallow sleep by the restlessness of the horse. The animal tromped its hooves and neighing, trying to wake you up and keep you away from the danger in front of you.

When you got up quickly, you grabbed the lantern next to you and lit your way, but you didn’t see anything. Not any demon or a wild animal.

Feeling a sudden movement of air next to you, you looked to the side, but there was nothing too. You could have tell someone was here a moment ago - you still felt the warmth on your shoulder.

Deciding you’d wasted too much time here, you ordered for the horse turn around, still looking back to see what would upset him so much. When you took a closer look, you saw on the road an elongated shape sliding slowly into the nearby bushes.

A snake? Well, at least it wasn’t your still hungry friend…

On the way home, you could have sworn that you felt a constant gaze stuck into you like two daggers. It wasn’t very pleasant, you could feel how its hidden owner buzzing with bad emotions and the desire to murder.

It gave you the creeps all over your body and all you could think about was getting back to a safe house as soon as possible.

Maybe it’s just your wild imagination? Being alone late at night in the dark woods are good food for it.

The only thing you heard that night (apart from the moaning of the wooden wheels of your carriage) was the loud flutter of the wings of some bird flying over your head, but because of the thick branches of the trees you couldn’t even see the starry sky above you. You knew something was there because once you even got hit in the head with a pine cone that broke off under his weight.

- - -

For the next few days you had some peace and quiet - no one fell to your flowers or needed your help.

The only people, who disturbed you were mysterious men in brown suits, who came to ask you for the way to the mountains. They explained that they worked for some organization and one of their members had a terrible accident nearby.

The road to this place was easy from your house, so you pointed them in the right direction.

All you saw was how they looked at each other through the gap in the material attached under their hats in understanding and they left you without a word.

The first time you came to this place, the view was terrible, now it must be a lot of worst especially after you left the corpse for decay, wild animals and brought there the starving demon.

But it’s not your problem anymore, although you could have sworn the birds that accompanied them looked at you like they knew what you’d done.

They looked at you with their black eyes, judging you quietly and with the intelligence you’ve never seen in any animal.

But maybe you were just imagining it? Maybe you’re just too paranoid?

- - -

Mukago thought no one would find out about her weak. That it would remain her little secret.

Oh, how wrong she could have been.

As much as she wanted to stay and be around you, she knew it would be too dangerous for both of you. Just thinking about you, no matter how pleasant, could get her (and not only her) into trouble.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, nothing could escape the attention of the Demon King.

One day he summoned her to Infinite Castle by a woman with biwa.

She was wandering through the forest and all she heard was an unexpected sharp tug of the strings of the instrument, when she suddenly stood in front of the cold face of Kibutsuji. The demon was dressed in white pants and a black suit still remaining in his current role of a good husband and father.

The demon has recently found a new family to serve as a cover for him, so he can hide from the Demon Slayer Corps.

What did he do to achieve this?

She couldn’t be sure, but she expected him to stain his hands again with the blood of an innocent person. People were nothing but food and tools to him, just like the members of Twelve Kizuki.

He stood in front of her, staring at her like she was an uninteresting animal. An insect. A miserable subspecies.

Seeing him, she immediately turned even more pale and fell on her knees before him, lowering her head as low as she could. Her forehead touched the hard, dark wood beneath her and she felt how sweat ran down her temples. Mukago barely holds back the trembling from nervousness.

His forehead was not tainted by any wrinkle created by furrowed brows. The man's posture, though it was and did not seem tense, she still could feel the dread floating in the air.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Muzan asked calmly but harshly, standing over her. As he always did when he gave the order for Twelve Kizuki.

“I–”

She didn’t know what to say. How was she supposed to explain all of this? Or was it about puncture the Demon Lord’s pride, thinking he wouldn’t know? Here, among the demons you could die for lesser offenses.

Or maybe she should already start apologizing and writing her last mental will?

“You had a perfect source of information right under your nose,” he started to speak, and his immaculate image began to break like a broken vessel. With every word, she could hear the anger rising within him. “How could you leave so easily? When others work hard to find even the slightest clue as to where Blue Spider Lily is, you just turn down the chance that fate has given you!”

With his scream, something glass snapped near them, making Mukago squirm even more. She trying to hide inside himself and shaking like a frightened rabbit.

She began to wonder if the next thing that snapped would be her skull.

This time, however, he spared her life. It just ended with an unpleasant reprimand that she won’t forget for long, really long time.

Black-haired woman barely teleported her to the vicinity of the wooded areas of the mountains, she already started instinctively running towards you with tears in her eyes.

Were those tears of fear? Relief from a life saved yet again by luck? Happiness of seeing you one more time?

Or maybe just a rush of cold air caused them?

Her whole body was still trembling and covered with goosebumps, the cloud of shock was just started leaving her mind, her heart was beating fast fueled by adrenaline, but there was also an unusual lightness in her legs, as if she weighed nothing.

Her feet carried her to the door of your hut, lured by the familiar scent of flowers from your garden, dug-up earth and…

You.

Mukago is alive.

For now…

- - -

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.” Mukago heard your voice along with approaching footsteps.

She waited for you as usual, sitting on the wooden beam supporting the ceiling, that she had spent so much time staring at during her long convalescence.

She has been coming to see you almost every day since she had the conversation with her Master - sometimes she disappearing for a quick hunt.

She tried to deal with it quickly, but at the same time she chose villages a little further away from your home. She didn’t want to bring here another slayer or, even worse, a Hashira.

That would be too suspicious and it could lead them to you.

What would they do when they found out you were friends with a demon? With the murderer of countless people? One of the Kizuki?

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Another reason was a little selfish, because she didn’t want you to hear about her victims. She didn’t want you to start looking at her like everyone else, like the demon that she is.

But this time when you came back, you weren’t alone - she heard other footsteps too.

From the sounds she might have deduced your comrade was a man. He walked quietly, but confidently. She could hear the clatter of the scabbard on his katana slapping against his hip and belt when he was walking, and his calm breathing.

A hunter?

No, the slayer.

And from his strong aura, she could have infer that he must have been high-ranking. Perhaps, he was even a Kinoe.

Outside the door, she heard a man walk away from you. When you entered the hut, for a moment the orange rays of the sunset fell inside, drawing your long shadow on the ground. You immediately looked up expecting to see your guest there as usual.

And as usual, she was there. With a nice smile and soft eyes waiting for you. Just like a domestic cat.

A large, predatory cat that could easily devour you if she only wanted to. She was now like a wild tiger in her territory.

You no longer saw in her the same fear as before or the pretended confidence.

But tigers are big cats, who also like to lie down sometimes without stress.

She often watched you at work too. You didn’t know exactly why she came back to you or where her interest in plants came from, because she never made it clear before what she was interested in. When you asked her about it, she only said:

“Because I can’t and you know a lot about this.”

You sensed her sincerity at the time, even though you didn’t quite understand what she meant.

Maybe if you knew Muzan Kibutsuji you could understand, but she couldn’t tell you about him.

And her mission wasn’t the only reason why she couldn’t leave…

Sometimes you felt like you were playing a game with her, where you slowly discover more and more about each other.

It was nice talking to someone and not going back to an empty hut where no one was waiting for you, but it brought new problems for you.

You began to get attached to her presence and miss her when she was gone. Wait for her to come back to you, when she suddenly disappeared at night after you fell asleep.

How many times have you woken up in the dark and waited for her appear to the first rays of the sun?

How many more excuses are you gonna need for your eyes bags, when people ask for them? When will you stop worrying others with your absent-minded behavior, often getting lost in your thoughts and falling asleep in a quiet corner at work?

“Demons don’t feel love or empathy, they’re monsters.” Someone told you once, and you took those words to heart. “Bloodthirsty beasts, who only want to quench their hunger.”

But are all demons really evil?

Are there any good demons?

You followed the girl coming down from the wooden beam with your eyes. Even though she smiled at you, you could tell she was nervous.

Is it because of that guy with the katana?

Suddenly, remembering something, you asked her putting away your packages of things you bought in the city on the table next to the fireplace.

“There's been some missing in the area lately… Do you know anything about that?”

Mukago seemed surprised by your question - she turned pale (although you didn’t expect it to be possible) and a smile faded from her face, replaced by the uncertainty you saw in her during your first conversation.

“Um, no. I don't think so. Why?”

It didn’t sound very convincing and all you could do, was take her word for it.

Some time ago a child went missing and was found after two days - he had lost into the woods and fallen into an old, but deep bear pit.

Luckily, the villagers found him safe and healthy (not counting the fear and hunger he must have felt during that time, as well as the numerous abrasions he made, when he tried to climb on the slippery rocks).

Mr. Bear was probably on a trip or was long dead, killed by hunters.

Missing husbands were found drunk in pubs, and and young womens were found with their chosen ones not accepted by their families.

But there were also unsolved disappearances, where no clues have been found to tell what might have happened to the missing.

You didn’t dwell on the subject and unpacked your bag, carefully placing its contents in a locker nearby. These included various spices, rice, bread and meat, in addition to seeds from your boss.

You might have gone a little crazy, because you had an unusual customer, who come to see you in the morning.

A mysterious black-haired man in western clothes entered the flower shop before the sun came up and asked your friend Misaki (who was standing behind the counter) about flowers. He wanted to buy something for his wife and daughter as an apology for spending so much time at work.

When she disappeared into the other side of the store behind one of the larger plants to bring ribbons to tie the flowers stems, you saw him looking around, although you could tell from his eyes that he was bored rather than curious.

His red irises wandered along the shelves with vases and multicolored plants without any reaction - none of them surprised or delighted him, as if he had seen them all more than once.

Well, this place certainly weren’t the only store selling exotic plants, there were more of them in Tokyo for sure. The only difference between you and them is the price - because your boss tried to grow most of them here, the prices were much lower than those in the center of the capital.

You barely managed to keep your eyes open, sitting where you usually sit hidden in a corner on the windowsill.

Monstera deliciosa - an ornamental plant, imported from distant exotic forests, with large leaves in the usual heart shape was the perfect cover for you. From behind its jagged leaves, you could see who was going in and out without fear of being noticed. You liked working here, but didn't always feel like dealing with customers.

Misaki, with her open and warm personality, was the perfect worker for such tasks and kind enough to let you laze in your corner. Unlike you, she was unfamiliar with growing plants and thought you were digging up in mud every day. So with minimal work you could have had extra hours of sleep or read a book, sometimes aloud to pass the time for both of you.

But now she is gone and your slumber was interrupted by an unexpected nice voice.

“Excuse me,” the client said with a polite expression. He had an even nicer, smooth face and a gentle smile. “I’m also looking for something for my mother’s grave. She died just a few days ago.”

Surprised, he’s addressing to you, you just pointed your finger at Spider Lily standing nearby. The slender flowers already had their characteristic upward spindly stamens and corrugated petals, giving them their unique charm. They attracted by their furiously red color that matched his irises.

That color spoke loudly: danger! They made you as anxious as when a man turned his attention to you.

You were disturbed, when he talked about his dead relative like he didn’t care what happened to her and how fast he was right next to you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or the creaking of the wooden floor under his weight.

Even more puzzling was how he could see you hidden behind many large leaves in a dark corner of the store.

You wanted Misaki to come back and take him away from you, but undeterred by your unkindness behavior, the man continued.

“Yes, I thought about it, but she didn’t like red. She associated it with bad luck.”

He spoke, looking at other flowers, but you still somehow felt his gaze on you. It was as if he was trying to keep you within the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t escape him.

You didn’t know what they were associating with for her, but from now on for you, they were with his eyes. Red as fresh blood.

“Is it available in blue?”

You swallowed your saliva with difficulty and nodded insecurely, when his cat’s pupils landed on you again without even turning his head towards you. You weren’t even sure you heard him right - he hypnotized you like a snake.

He finally turned his head to you and closed his eyes gently. It seemed to shine its own light. “Where are they?”

“We don’t have them right now… It’s very hard to grow and maintain them.”

You finally managed to gather inside enough to speak up and come out smoothly from an unconscious lie.

The man’s smiling expression turned to disappointment when he frowned. He pulled out a small leather purse from his pocket and handed it to you. The coins inside clinked pleasantly with every shake.

“Well, if you ever manage to grow them, could you keep them for me?”

At the same time Misaki returned from the warehouse with colored ribbons and decorative paper.

He immediately drew all his attention to her as if he had never spoken to you and composed with her advice one lovely, little bouquet for his wife and one for his daughter.

When he finally left, he didn’t ask for a refund or tell you how to notify him when the job will be done.

You felt like you made a deal with the devil and that it was too late to withdraw.

So you did some more shopping after work. Your boss let you go home earlier seeing your fatigue written on your face (again) and thought you were sick.

By the time you returned home, the sun was already slowly sinking into the west, even though it was still early. The charms of the coming winter.

That’s when you ran into the Demon Slayer. Hashira. You’ve occasionally seen low-ranking slayers in the city passing through or staying to take a break there, but you’ve only seen Hashira twice.

Your first meeting wasn’t the most pleasant, and if you could, you’d erase it from your memory.

It was a few years ago, when you still had no idea of the importance of their uniforms and demons walking among humans as myths inserted between other fairy tales.

But one unlucky night, your… friend was turned into a demon.

Terrified and badly wounded, she escaped from her home where the attack took place, but soon after, she was transformed into these things. Driven probably by hunger and instinct, she ran to you - to the place, where she felt most safe and where she knew, she could get help.

In the middle of the night you suddenly heard a loud sound, waking you from a deep sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you weren’t sure what it was until you heard it again.

It sounded more like the roar of a wounded animal than the weeping of a woman - through the thin walls you could hear her heavy gasp and squeak, when she stood in front of your house.

Why didn’t she attack you right away? Was she out of strength? Did she sense anything else? Something stronger than her?

Or was she fighting with herself?

Are there any good demons?

With the only weapon you had (and it was a metal fire poker) you opened the shōji door. There you saw in the full moonlight your friend lying in a pool of blood, curling in pain.

Without thinking, you ran to help her. Your head was empty, all you could think about was your friend. Wounded.

You didn't even have time to kneel beside her when she suddenly threw herself at you knocking you over onto the mud. You tried to push her away with a metal tool, but it was like a new force came into her.

Her jaw snapped in your face, almost biting your nose off. Saliva dripped from her mouth and chin splashing you, but you barely felt it.

Nor did you feel the strong gust of wind blowing her hair and knocking her head off her neck.

Suddenly she froze and her head hit you before fell to the ground next to you. Still on the poker, you held the rest of her inert body, which became even heavier.

“Oi, move.”

He said in a cold tone as he hid the katana in the cover - the green sheen of its blade blinded you for a second.

"Oi, you can't hear what I'm saying to you!? Get out of here!"

He saw you open and close your mouth before you muttered something, still in shock, looking back at the stagnant corpse in front of you.

“You...ed her... Mur...”

"Hmm?" He asked without hearing what you said. He sounded harsh and cold, like what he did was just killing a worm. "What?"

“A murder! You kill, killed her! Mur–!”

You weren't allowed to finish because a stranger punched you in the jaw and you fell face down again into the dirt beneath you mixed with her blood. Then stranger tugged you by the shoulder, dragging you to stand on your knees to look at him.

The air between you, besides the stench of blood, was filled with the strong smell of smoke and decomposing flesh.

"She wasn't a human anymore," he began unconsciously squeezing you by the shoulder and other hand. He almost broke your arm. You tried to wrestle, but you were too weak. "It's a demon!"

"No! It was–"

"It doesn't matter what or who she was to you before," he interrupted you violently and shook you again.

It made you feel some of the shock go away, allowing you to focus more on the man and the environment. You saw he was covered with numerous ugly scars. He reminded you of the monster the old women of your village warned about.

"Demons don't feel love or empathy, they're monsters. Bloodthirsty beasts who only want to quench their hunger."

When he let you go, you fell back to your knees. In an instant, your safe picture of the world crumbled into a million tiny pieces.

Tears slowly flowed into your eyes, but before they blurred your vision, you saw her body crumbling into dust.

Was that true or nightmare?

With nothing more to do for you, the man left. You didn't even notice, when he walked away from you. He left you alone to mourn your friend.

Although that's what he let you do.

Crying loudly, you didn't know what to do. You tried to lift her head, but you couldn't. You were still scared and shaking. You felt an invisible hand clutching your heart and throat as if it were about to crush them.

But you were still alive.

And she was falling apart right in front of you.

When the moon looked out from behind the thick clouds, you saw wet, shiny marks on her crumbling cheeks.

Are there good demons?

And when the sun came out of the horizon, there was nothing left of her but her bloody clothes. The only proof of what happened here.

After what happened and the mourning you shared with her family at the funeral, where you buried only her clothes, you wanted to know more.

You found out who white-haired man is and more about demons, but you didn't become a Demon Slayer.

The first ones killed your friend, the second hurt.

Since then, you've been trying to live your normal life, and you've started asking yourself...

Are there good demons?

You shake your head trying to get back to the present. That was long time ago, and you've get over with it, even though the memories still haunt you.

"I've brought some new seeds, but we'll probably plant them in the spring." You turned to the girl standing behind you.

She smiled at you gently nodding her head. Her silver hair swayed with her movement, reflecting the light of fire.

She looked amazing.

- - -

Your joint meeting was interrupted by a sudden knock and a vigorous shout of your name through the door.

It was Tanjiro Kamado.

Surprised by his visit, you went outside the cabin so he wouldn't see your guest. The snow fell quietly beneath your feet. In the mountains, winter came faster, and in the higher areas it can last even the whole year.

"Hello, Kamado-kun" you greeted him. The frost pinched your face and a small cloud of steam came out of your mouth. "What brings you here?"

"Ohayō!" Younger boy bowed to you. His nose, cheeks, and ears were fiercely red despite wearing a shawl on his head. "I thought you might be running out of coal and I wanted to see how you were doing."

Sweeten by his kindness and sincerity, you thanked him for his efforts. You both lived on the same mountain, but your cabin was on the other side. To reach it, he had to go down to the village, and then walk for a long time along a path circling the mountain before he started climbing again.

The road wasn't hard, but it was a long one, which is why you preferred to buy coal from him when you were downstairs so as not to bother him.

If you were alone, you'd have offered him in and tea. Maybe even the overnight stay, so he wouldn't have to come home in the dark and in the morning you would have escorted him to the village before you went to work.

"Oh, thank you. I'll pay you right away..."

You were reaching for your belt looking for a purse of money when suddenly he asked.

"Do you have a visitor?"

"Um, yes." You've been spin around trying to count the coins, but you've had a hard time doing it without feeling your fingertips.

You figured he must have sensed Mukago. The red-haired boy, as long as you can remember, had a perfect sense of smell. You wondered what exactly he sensed.

"The same one you took care of when she was sick?"

You nodded and didn't stop counting.

"What's she like?"

He asked unexpectedly. He knew a lot of smells, including the smell of human sadness, sorrow, or joy, but this one was completely new to him, so he couldn't determine who your mystery guest was.

"Oh, she's..." You've been thinking about trying to decide which term might best fit Mukago.

To a man-eating demon, who likes to wait for you in your attic. A demon who likes to watch you work on flowers and ask a lot of questions about them. A demon who, when she thinks you're asleep, strokes your hair or cheek gently.

"She's cute."

The boy nodded understandingly, knowing you were completely sincere. Then he stood with you for a while, trying to give you back some of the coins you gave him extra for coming all the way to your house, and you watched him leave happy.

The sun was half hidden behind the horizon and he didn't have time to get home before dark, but you weren't afraid for him. As far as you know, demons are very territorial, and Mukago's presence should deter weaker demons.

You didn't even think of the possibility that there might be a demon more powerful than her nearby...

But you weren't supposed to find out until the next morning from the other villagers and see two survivors disappear among the massacred bodies.

But that's not until tomorrow. Today, blissfully unaware, you returned to the inside of your home and your guest stiffly seated at your low table.

You could tell right away that she was more dreamy looking at you with her slightly spread lips showing white fangs, dilated pupils and...

You weren't sure, but is that the blush on her cheeks? She didn't hear you talking to Tanjiro, did she?

Right?

[lgbtqromance]

惩罚巨砲警官

晚上当我洗澡时，突然听见门铃声，我赶紧围著一条白色大浴巾去开门，我看见两个警察站在门外，一位是年龄40以上，有点大肚子的警伯，我对他没什么兴趣，另一位帅哥壮警就不一样了，他大约有185公分高，不但长相帅气，身材也十分魁梧，可能由於天气炎热，壮警浑身上下也是汗水，令警服紧贴著他的身体，突出他宽厚结实的胸肌，再配合一双粗壮的手臂，令人看得有点压迫感！我按捺不住偷看他的裤档，脑海里幻想著这个壮警蹲下时，紧绷的警裤裤档情景，该是十分壮观！

壮警问借通往顶楼的钥匙，因���有人检举同栋公寓另一边五楼的住户行跡很可疑，我把顶楼的钥匙交给他们，十分钟后当我已经洗完澡。由於天气炎热，我全身只穿著一条白色的三角內裤，悠然地坐在沙发椅上。

不久，我再一次听到一阵门铃声，赶紧围著一条白色大浴巾去开门，这次门外站著的只有壮警，他把钥匙交给我，说隔壁的人没问题，但他怀疑检举的人是我，被误会是一件很令人不舒服的事，於是我怒斥他若没本是就算了，不要乱诬赖人，边有还边推了他一把，没想到他回推我一把，还顺手带上了大门，他严厉的说：「先生，合作一点，给我看你的身分证！」

这时我才有点慌张起来，连说对不起，他也不管我的道歉，捉著我的臂膀就往客厅走去，粗暴地把我的內裤扯掉及將我推倒在沙发上，那姿势让他穿著警服的下半身完全压住我圆浑的臀部，他一边故意用他的下体磨擦我的屁股，一边用他铁青的鬍渣轻轻的刮著我的脸说：「怎么样？你刚才不是偷看我的裤档吗？我的尺寸可不是小號，而是一定可以把你征服喔！」虽然是隔著他的警裤，但我感觉到他的阴茎正在勃起。

我正想呼救时，他立即拾起地上的內裤塞入我的嘴巴，怒斥道：「別吵！」我不禁打了一个寒颤。他用力地把我抬起来，在我耳边轻声道：「別怪我！你的身体太诱人了！」接著，他一手抓住我的腿，將我的膝盖弯曲到靠进胸前，这种异常的姿势让我痛得不得了，也让我的私处一览无遗。

他拉下裤链，雄浑之处把他红色的內裤中央高高地撑起了，他一边用他勃起的阴茎隔著他的內裤磨擦我的脸，一边得意地说：「你现在该相信我是没骗你吧，我的老二有20公分长，哈………！」

我还不懂回应，他���拉下內裤露出了他坚挺的阴茎，然后毫不留情的插进我的后庭………就这样，我无助地被一个穿著警服的警察粗暴地操我的屁股「呜呜…」我无法叫出声，疼的掉下泪来。

他略皱眉头，「妈的，好紧！」他猛力地摆动腰挺起他的阴茎揪插我的屁眼。受到屁眼被揪插的刺激和快感，我也不由得勃起了，腰部也同时不由自主地配合他的动作摆动起来。「呜…呜…」我的嘴无法合上，唾液沾湿了內裤，沿著我的颈子流下。

壮警一边贪婪地用舌尖舔我的脸，一边更用力地抽动著腰，，他硕大的睾丸不断撞击我的屁股，发出清脆的啪啪声。我受不了他勇猛的进攻，没多久，我便射精了。

发泄过后的我顿时腿软，只能將重心靠在他的身上，他好像发觉我无力反抗了，放开我的手並拿走塞在我嘴中的內裤。壮警抽出阴茎，由於他的龟头不断流出精水，令他的阴茎有点发亮，我不断的喘著气，身体力量像被抽光似的倒在地上。

「这样就不行了啊…」他用戏謔的口吻说道。捏住我的下巴，迫使我张开嘴，將他坚硬的阴茎塞入我口中。他抓著我的头髮，让我无法逃开。「唔…」又长又粗的阴茎直达我的喉咙，令我呼吸有点困难。他不断喊著:「用力，用力吸喔！」

大约过了五分钟，他突然抽出他的阴茎，命令著：「把腿打开点。」我无奈地依照他的命令张开大腿，让他能看清楚又红又湿的屁眼。「你这个骚货，这里正高兴地流著口水呢！」他用手指撩拨我的屁眼，恣意玩弄著。口水？！才不是呢，这是刚刚被他操的时候，他的龟头流出大量的精水。

他凶恶地拉扯我的头髮。「想要我插进你的骚穴吗？快说！」「想！」「想什么，说清楚一点吧！」「我想被你插！请你插进我的骚穴吧。」「不行，你该说清楚，你请谁操你，还有操你的什么地方！」「拜託！警察先生，请……请你插进我…我的…骚穴…」我哭著说，羞辱令我全身泛红。「这才乖嘛！」他扳开我的臀，再一次將阴差插入我的屁眼。「啊…嗯…」

「已经是第二次了，你的屁眼还是那么紧！」壮警边喘气边说「比我以前干过的男人还紧喔！好舒服！」壮警一手套弄我的阴茎，另一手则捏我的乳头。老二被套弄的刺激丶乳头被捏的痛感，让我的身体开始些微的弓起，也再一次有要射精的衝动；壮警不停地套弄我丶捏我，我已承受不了这种刺激开始「啊～又要出来！啊～」老二不自主地抽动，精液再一次地喷出，壮警將我射出的精液全拦截在他的手掌上，再將我射出的精液涂抹在我的脸上。

壮警大慨操了十来分钟，他突然抽出阴茎，向著我的脸射精！这时我的脸全是精液，有他的，也有自己的。壮警在射完精后长长的嘘了一口气「喔！爽！好久没这么爽………」壮警瘫躺在地上喘气，我也顺势趴在他身上。就在此刻，我的手按在的腰间的手枪，我急中生智，我立即把手枪抢夺，再站起身来！屋內的形势有了180度的转变，我决定要向这个无礼的壮警报仇！

「你想怎么样？」壮警紧张地说！「怕喔！你刚才不是很有霸气吗？你这么强壮的身体，平日该是训练有数吧！我要测试一下！」「先给我敬礼，再自介一下，说话要清楚，直接！」

壮警察弯腰拾起地上的警帽把它戴上。然后「啪」的一声，做了个標准的敬礼动作：然后「我叫李威，大树派出所，警备队副队长，彰化人，22岁，一米八五，75公斤。」由於壮警察的阴茎还是露出警裤外，隨著他的敬礼秀，阴茎不由自主地上下跃动。我拿起內裤，擦掉脸上的精液，然后拋在地上！「拾起內裤，含在口中！」

壮警察眉头紧紧地皱著，拾起沾湿了精液湿搭搭內裤，再放入口中。现在站在我的前面的是一个穿著警服丶口內含著充满精液的內裤​​丶双腿间半勃起阴茎的强壮男人，实在令我太兴奋了！

「伏地挺身预备！」壮警察双手撑著地板，做好了准备姿势。「一上丶二下……」壮警察隨著我的口令，双手支撑上半身体向下压，直至阴茎贴著地面，再挺起身，重复地做伏地挺身。「来回，一二……一二……」

每一次壮警察压低身体时，他的阴茎也少不免和地板磨擦，不久我发现他已经再一次勃起来了。还有，汗水不停自壮警察额角流下，浑身上下也充满汗水的他，湿得无法遮掩丶警裤湿得贴著臀部陷入股沟，十分性感喔！

「脱光，快！」「嗯！」壮警察站直身子大吼一声，毫不含糊，先脱掉上身的警服，再將白背心直拉上胸，露出几块壮硕的腹肌，强壮的右手又伸入背心里，將背心用力一扯，露出了自己结实的胸膛。然后，他又隔著警裤准备解开皮带，动作俐落乾脆，警裤刚拉下，手指就马上勾下內裤，快捷地脱光光！

脱光了衣服的壮警察显得MAN极了，精壮的身体在窗口射进来的阳光下折射出黑黝黝的光，由於刚才做了100次的伏地挺身，前胸后背早已经是汗水淋漓的了。两块发达的胸肌像小山般地隆起，点缀著两粒深褐色的奶头，就像二枚古钱幣贴在厚厚的胸肌上；沟渠分明的腹肌也因呼吸而更为隆显，两条颇有份量的健壮手臂自然地垂下，手背上青筋密布，不住地滴著热汗，腹股沟下面佈满浓密的阴毛，就在黑色的阴毛倒三角中央簇拥著一根挺直粗壮的阴茎，在没有任何支撑之下，像根旗桿般的直直挺立著，呈45度角直直地指向天花板！

一��近乎完美的年青男人的强悍的身体就一丝不掛地出现在了我面前，任由我的差遣。

我伸出手，用力握住壮警察那挺直激昂的阴茎抚摸，就在看见他的样子有点享受时，突然，我用力用手掌拍打他的龟头！壮警察本能的微微向后退了一下！「不淮动喔，別忘记，我的手枪是没眼睛的！」

壮警察的脸涨得更红，自他发育以来，自己那宝贝就长得比別人的粗大，进了警队，和队友一起洗澡时，几个队友发现了这个现象，再加上他身材魁伟，所以才开玩笑地给他取了个，’巨砲警官’的绰號。可是自己这个引以为豪，曾经操过无数俊男屁眼的大屌，现在却被这个刚刚在自己胯下的小子把玩，心里很不是味儿！我拿起他的警用皮带猛烈地向一丝不掛的壮警察身躯上抽打。时而抽打在他的胸膛，时而抽打他的屁股。

我看见壮警察奋力地挣扎著，但是又不敢太放肆，因为我手中的手枪吧！为了报復刚才的羞辱，我一鞭比一鞭狠似的抽在他的脊背，胸膛，和屁股。

「叫啊！使劲叫啊，这样会令我更兴奋呢！」

听见我这么说，壮警察的身体上满是青一块紫一块的伤痕，但是他却竭力地忍耐著全身上下的剧烈疼痛，不再发出卑贱的嚎叫。

怎么不叫了，你不是很痛吗？

我將警靴的鞋带抽出一段来捆好，拎著鞋带，再对准壮警察坚挺的阴茎將一双警靴掛了上去。可能是由於我没有將鞋带掛在那条阴茎的根部，沉重的警靴的重量使阴茎忽然直直地向下倒，壮警察低头一看，自己的壮警察正顺著老二滑了下去，掉在了地上。那条坚硬的阴茎解脱了重量束缚，马上又弹了回去。

我想了一想，再一次拣起警靴，將鞋带掛在了挺立的阴茎的根部，再打了一个结。「你想干什么，不要太过分啊！」壮警察一脸愤怒地说。

「你管我？！把手銬放在地上，然后转身把双手放在背后！」我用手枪指向他及发出命令和怒吼！我拿起地上的手銬从背后將壮警察銬起！然后把他上半身绑在餐桌上，两脚固定在两只桌脚，看见他那颤栗的身躯，无助的眼神，不断的激发我折磨他的慾火。

我吸吮著壮警察的乳头，他胸部的起伏隨著呼吸渐渐的加快著，他的阴茎慢慢地坚挺至极点，我用手来回的磨擦著他的龟头，时而上丶时而下，令他不断的发出：「噢……噢……噢……」的呻吟。

就在壮警察快要射精时，我突然鬆开手，將他警察专用的皮带一点一点的塞进他的屁眼內，隨著我塞入的动作，他口中不住的发出「啊……啊……」的叫声。我把皮带扣套著他的龟头。我不断前后拉动皮带，这样子，就可同时刺激他的阴茎和屁眼！看到壮警察被折腾成紫红色的龟头，我忍不住的用舌头舔著。不时的也用口套弄著他的阳具，令他不断发出呻吟：「噢……噢……」

看见壮警察的龟头不断流出精水，冷不防的，我急速地抽出塞在他肛门中的皮带，他被这突如其来的动作刺激得四肢紧绷​​，口中大叫著：「啊！………受不了，要射精了………」，他的哀號声让我兴奋莫名，我就迅雷不及掩耳的拿起他的警棍毫不留情的全部塞进了他的肛门，再快速的抽插著……壮警察快速的扭动他的臀部，无助的「啊……啊……」哀號著。阴茎不住的上下颤动，不一会儿，结实的胸肌已沾满了由深红色的龟头射出的精液。

你好大的胆子，没跟我报告就敢射出精来，下面这就是对你的惩罚。虽然明明是我疯狂的套弄，让他射精的，但是此时我已性起了。一阵乱鞭毫不留情的抽打在壮警察身上，他整个人隨著我的抽打，不断的摆动著身体，没命的哀號著：「啊……啊……啊……」。一阵鞭打之后，我说：「待会你会痛苦的很舒服，不过我不会再那么容易就让你射出来。」我一面说著，一面用一条比铅笔稍细的橡皮管在他的睾丸上方將他阴茎缠绕两圈。

我又把橡皮管交叉移到睾丸下方，再缠绕两圈，然后打了个结。再把剩下约两尺的管子全部塞进壮警察的肛门中。我用皮带时而轻轻的在壮警察的大腿內侧来回的移动著，时而由他的肛门到阴茎来回刷著。他舒服的哼著：「噢……」忽然我手中的皮带冷不防的用力朝他龟头抽落，他急速的收缩著腹部，橡皮管受到挤压，拉扯著他的阴茎前后的晃动，他痛苦的「啊……啊……啊……」的叫声不断。

被橡皮管绷紧的睾丸变成深红色，闪闪发光，我当然不会放过它，我先用手轻轻的抚摸它，接著，我用热烫的舌头开始一下下的舔著他的睾丸，一圈圈的打转。我使劲的描动壮警察的阴茎，他既兴奋又痛苦的求饶：「……好刺激……啊…受不了了……求求你……停一下……，靠……快要射………」「你……你今天……噢……要把我……啊……才肯罢休？」壮警察哀求著。我並没有开口回答他，回答他的是我突然挥动的皮带，「啊……啊……啊……」他隨著我皮带的挥动哀號著……

因为他的阴茎根部及睾丸底部，都被橡皮管缠紧，所以即使高潮，精液也无法射出来，而后续的精液不断的衝出挤压，暴胀的输精管会让他痛苦难当，可是在这同时又夹杂著高潮的快感，这种高潮真是一种难以形容的痛苦的快乐。

我知道他要来了，我用左手紧密的上下套弄他的阳具，另一手把橡皮管拔掉。「赶快给我爽出来，给我叫得雄壮点！」壮警察毫无反抗能力的「喔……喔……」叫著，终於他那坚挺的宝贝开始在我手中跳动著，「ㄛ……与啊……」声交互著，阴茎在我手中快速的一胀一缩，一胀一缩，「噢……」我一面握紧他的阴茎，一面用手指在他的洞里压迫著接近阴茎底端的地方並且不断的使力揉搓。「我来了……」接著舒服的「噢……」以及痛苦的「啊……」。

第三次射精后，壮警察虚弱的哼著，「……噢……」声越来越弱……他的阴茎的跳动也逐渐慢了下来，挺直的身体也瘫软了。

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Lyrics for Masa’s new song’s

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Shinigami ~ 死神 | Grim Reaper

今日の演目は十八番の死神

女によくやるオトコのアマガミ

噛んではいけない表のアララギ

今日は無料だ私の漢気

皆目検討つかないお話

狂喜乱舞その結末を観よ

死屍累々の結末は無い無い

そんな事わかる皆様大体

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私は引っ込む裏にお分かり

北から来たハイカラな噺家

女が話せば寄席も華やか

金が底つき落ちぶれたおいら

昔京都で見た綺麗な花魁

為替で失敗破滅のコーナー

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ツキと神と嫁に見放された

金が尽きたら周りも離れた

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病人の足元の死神が

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よぉにぃさん急がにゃ死んじまう

手が震えてるけど大丈夫か？

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アジャラカモクレンテケレッツのパ

今日の演目は十八番の死神

女によくやるオトコのアマガミ

噛んではいけない表のアララギ

お客のロウソクがあぁ消える

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Watashi no namae wa ~ 私の名前は | My Name Is

なんつったっけ？可愛い感じの

そこらに居そうな名前の子

ギャルかオタク？違うよな。

新種の女の生態系

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さり気狙っちゃ勝ち組だっちゃ

この日のために固めたブランド

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六本木、寿司、口先ベラベラ

あいつチャラチャラ

まじイライラ

ビッチになった大人の階段

ホテルに響く音がパンパン

女がハイ登場

これから即戦場

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華金終わりは性欲モリモリ

トークの中身は下ネタギリギリ

トイレでカチ込むスパッとラリラリ

ぶってる女の態度はロリロリ

こんばんはまた会いましたね

今日もこの後行っちゃいます？

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飲んだらサクッとショートタイム

あれ？ところで今更だけどさ

なんだったっけ君の名前

お酒の力で記憶が混濁

女が語る私の名前は

私の名前は

そうそうないわイケてる坊っちゃん

グラスをガッチャンかわいい姉ちゃん

この日のために固めたブランド

御用達リボリボ千葉茨城

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あいつチャラチャラマジイライラ

なんか違った大人の階段

ホテルに響く音がパンパン

女がハイ登場毎日即戦場

嘘吐きミス〇〇

噂はジジィの愛人

今夜の獲物はあそこのガリガリ

トークの中身は下ネタバリバリ

トイレで早目に媚薬を塗り塗り

トイレ出た後の作戦練り練り

こんばんはまた会いましたね

今日もこの後行っちゃいます？

中央区夜の街で口説く

飲んだらサクッとショートタイム

あれ？ところで今更だけどさ

なんだったっけ君の名前

お酒の力で記憶が混濁

女が語る私の名前は

言われても知らねぇってどうでもいいでしょ名前

わからないあなたに教えた世の中

華金終わりは性欲モリモリ

トークの中身は下ネタギリギリ

トイレでカチ込むスパッとラリラリ

ぶってる女の態度はロリロリ

言われても知らねぇってどうでもいいでしょ名前

わからないあなたに教えた世の中

今夜の獲物はあそこのガリガリ

トークの中身は下ネタバリバリ

トイレで早目に媚薬を塗り塗り

お店出た後の作戦練り練り

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To Guide Blue

一気に変わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代はもう終わり

キッズのヘッズが街を占領

イカれた時代の幕開けだ

ダッシュでクッシュを買ってる一生

速攻検挙でハイ！おしまい

ダメダメそんなの時代は合法

みんなの青い下だ

明日が見えた

昨日は消えた

あなたを招待

宇宙の銀河鉄道へ

やだやだもうヤダ！鼻曲がるぞ

臭うぜ大人の吐息がさ

最近見ないクラブでポストマン

最近増えたねメンヘラ薬局

「なぁに？あんたも青い舌か？」

カリスマ天使の青めの笑顔で

細々広がるシートの眠剤

Seedは冤罪Eatは大罪

おおらかその中たかだか身体だ

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なぁに青い舌になりたい？

まずはジュースに溶かしてごらん

資金はちょっとのガッツでパパ活

まずはご飯で初めてごらん

スーパーコピーで固めたおじさん

少し褒めるだけいい気なもんさ

おっとマスクしてバレないように

青い口元は私の秘密

興味を無くした人間の街で

ゴミの横に座る事もできる

何にもないけど金だけある

青めの天使が仲間を増やす

ここまで変わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代はもう昔

青めの天使が街を占領

イカれた時代の幕開けだ

ビビった大人の生き方醜悪

子供が身体で大人を掌握

世代で変わる物事の善悪

路上の風俗、ラブホで快楽

いつしか終わったバビロンシステム

歌舞いた時代誰も知らない

ゴミが散らかった天国の横

東方シネマズを見上げた

腐った大人の思考は醜悪

子供がホテルで大人を掌握

時代で変わる物事の善悪

OD前提人生最悪

ほぉら青い舌は最高

次は瓶ごと試してごらん

資金はちょっとのガッツでパパ活

大人もありで試してごらん

スーパーコピーで固めたおじさん

ちょっと褒めるだけいい気なもんさ

キスで青い舌をぶち込んで

稼いだ金で更に青くなる

興味を無くした人間の街で

ゴミの横に座る事もできる

何にもないけど金だけある

青めの天使が仲間を増やす

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Buddha

ある朝眺めた血の池の底

そこにいればそれはたいそうな事

仏陀の教えはちゃんと聞く事

血の池に響く神の音

両手を広げ���ここに来なさい

救いは貴方のためにあります

極楽の蜘蛛を伝ってくれば

そこには約束の蓮の葉

仏陀が救い出した犍陀多

しがみついた足元蓮の葉

天地ひっくり返す救いが

犍陀多に響いた

昔逃がした一匹の蜘蛛

今では消えた前世の煩悩

感謝してます我が釈迦

貴方のためブンシャカラカ

釈迦にすがって祈る犍陀多

我が忠誠は貴方我が釈迦

前世の行い忘れたかな

輝く蜘蛛は釈迦の使いか

仏陀を目指す次は犍陀多

先を見据えた極楽の華

少し見えた悟りは高らか

皆に祝福をブンシャカラカ

BUDDHA今あなたに差した後光

BUDDHA響く地獄の鐘の音

BUDDHAその祈りを捧げていこう

我が仏陀　我が仏陀

BUDDHA生きる道が修験道

BUDDHAなれぬ君は守銭奴

BUDDHA信じぬならTHE END

我レ仏陀　我レ仏陀

地獄に落ちる輝くこの糸

誰でもないあなたの足元

釈迦が使わせた小さな蜘蛛

それを助けたら聴こえた音

犍陀多にたかりここに集い

驕り高ぶり主に奪い

仲間に配り日銭を稼ぎ

俺に祈りまるで仏陀に

突然来たその終わりの時

サクッと一撃もう潮時

裏切り者が揚げる勝鬨

さらば犍陀多覗き込む餓鬼

決意を胸に終わる犍陀多

誰も信じなければ簡単だ

あの世でも俺が頂きなんだ

次の仏陀は俺だ犍陀多

BUDDHA今あなたに差した後光

BUDDHA響く地獄の鐘の音

BUDDHAその祈りを捧げていこう

我が仏陀　我が仏陀

BUDDHA生きる道が修験道

BUDDHAなれぬ君は守銭奴

BUDDHA信じぬならTHE END

我レ仏陀 我レ仏陀

お人好しの仏を噛んだら

血を吹き出して死ぬアホンダラ

天を手中に収めたんだな

仏陀を落とす暗い大穴

血の池に落ちてゆく我が釈迦

次の仏陀はおれだ犍陀多

釈迦の極楽の蜘蛛殺した

輝く蜘蛛の糸は途切れた

世界の崩壊空には釈迦

今頃気づくおれ愚かだな

死んだ蜘蛛を抱える犍陀多

悲しそうな顔する我が釈迦

一度だけお許しを我が釈迦

焦って蜘蛛の亡骸捨てた

目の前から消えてく我が釈迦

地獄の底の底の犍陀多

我レ仏陀　我レ仏陀

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Edit of her !!

[chentailai]

【HP BLUE BEETLE 】My blue in the noche nevada【6】

深夜，斯莱特林的公共休息室

海梅倚靠在崔西怀里，对方正亲密的玩弄着他的小胡子

圆环沙发下是玻璃地板，绿色的水族箱发出莹莹光芒，即是装修华丽的休息室里唯一的光源巨大的乌贼从脚底游过，单眼注视着这对在午夜偷情的爱侣

崔西是个聪明机灵的侦探，她仅凭自己就摸索出了这座城堡里的不少暗道

“love”崔西轻呼道:“时候不早了，你该回去了”

海梅轻叹一声

“我知道，还记得你上次说你要在寒假换换胃口的事吗？”

“我确实也很喜欢双重约会的计划，但……”

海梅回想起前天发生的事

他们遇到了罗丝，比起上次看见劫掠者，她的精神状态看起来稳定多了

罗丝愉悦地叫走了埃德，说让他陪自己去看看新的健身房

他们聊的投机的样子可不像什么热恋中的情侣“现在他们成最好的朋友了”

jaime注视着Eddie离开，他是有一点难过的

维吉尔看着疑惑的海梅，告诉了他一件事洛蕾娜在和Eddie约会。而罗丝，埃德没有说谎，他们确实没成。但是关系变好了很多。

洛蕾娜说她只是想和维吉尔当朋友罢了，维吉尔对此并不在意并邀请洛蕾娜到加州来拜访他，毕竟洛蕾娜想做什么都是她自己的事

而真正令他担忧的是海梅，他觉得蓝虫子恋爱之后，有些失去自我

维吉尔曾经见到过在崔西把海梅从一场考试事故救出来之后，独自一人在更衣室角落里静坐他明白原因，海梅是个泰坦，那场事故明明是他要付的责任，最后却是靠崔西解决。这让他觉得自己没有付起男友和团员的责任，却没有意识到有些时候有些事情是自己无能为力的

这加重了他一直以来的自卑和中庸感

他总是自嘲说自己只不过是个无能普通人，走到今天全靠运气。但他的好友们明白海梅是一个有很多优点的好人，只是他意识不到且沉浸在患失患得中

海梅看着他离去的背影，说不清什么感受，最后只是落寞地看着他的朋友们渐行渐远

“让我猜猜，小恶魔不喜欢我？”

海梅枕在崔西膝上，任由她像揉小猫一样rua他

他回想起维吉尔说的话

“其实比起你有女友，我认为埃德和我，对……我们不喜欢她是因为她抢���你太多注意力了”

维吉尔只是没有说出来。

他并不是讨厌崔西，而是不敢说他担心的原因是海梅自身的问题。于是只能假装责怪崔西太强硬，如果海梅继续这样自卑且依赖崔西的话，结果不会好的。

不管怎样他都想让海梅认识到这个问题，至少是要有危机感紧张起来

除此之外他很抱歉，他也不知道该怎么办才好

“yes……”

崔西没有生气的样子，她只是若有所思地看向别处，然后温和地笑了笑

“我知道了……”

“晚安，love”

她低头吻了吻海梅的额头

第二天，埃德一看见海梅就冲向他

“虫屁屁屁屁股——”

“你女友是圣母，圣母Thirteen，感谢圣母———”

他的态度来了个180°大转变

就差一个滑跪了

海梅的女友是怎么做到的呢？海梅沉思了一下

哦！因为崔西会魔法啊！这就解释了！

(后来他得知是因为崔西花钱给埃德买了一堆电子游戏，埃德马上对她没意见了)

事情终于变好起来，13突然变成了红恶魔的女巫教母，蓝甲虫对此高兴不已

唯一悲伤的事情是维吉尔离开了他们，在一个没有告别的清晨

为了摆脱严肃紧张的气氛，他们决定在休息日那天去霍格沃兹村的郊外进行一次野餐约会约会那天，崔西带了很多冷食，里面大多数都是海鲜

这让来自水行家族的洛蕾娜不太高兴，她对正在和海梅调情的崔西清一下嗓子。

崔西顿了一下，手慢慢地从jaime的腰上放下来。然后慢慢的笑着转头过来，眼睛却死死的盯着洛蕾娜，接着礼貌的开口

“我看见你没有动我带的食物，不喜欢海鲜吗？”

洛蕾娜摆着手，面无表情地回答

“哦，因为我是“水行”少女”洛蕾娜说道，尽力听起来不那么不满，丝毫不躲避崔西的眼神抓捕，特别重读了“水行”

“我想你应该明白它们已经死了对吧？”

“没看出来啊，你还能听见它们说话啊？”Traci笑的更灿烂了。

“真神奇~”

水行家族的特殊能力之一就是可以和水生生物对话并驱使它们

崔西一只手托腮，侧头，微笑着看着面色铁青的洛蕾娜，像在观赏一只被自己玩弄过的海豹

海梅一边吃一边看着努力保持优雅的女友，他隐隐意识到崔西这是在警告洛蕾娜，因为在那天在魁地奇球场上她当着崔西面和海梅走的很近。再详细一点说，是把腿直接放到他膝盖上了，需要再说的明白一点吗？

而作为一位侦探，崔西自然能察觉到海梅对她发出的“求救信号”，洛蕾娜做的太暧昧了。更别提她的脚伸到了Traci的右腿上。她努力地试着看比赛情况，jaime努力地喝他的南瓜汁。哦，因为这个女人是Eddie带来的，Eddie他妈的到底飞哪去了。

“谁能想到观众席的座位这么小啊，人真多不是吗？”Traci笑着对男友说到“非常狭窄，对”jaime一边喝他的南瓜汁一边保证自己的目光不离开Traci。

然后，洛蕾娜的嘴对着jaime的耳朵吹了一口气，这发生了。

“Depende de cómo lo uses”

这取决于你如何使用它

jaime把满嘴的南瓜汁都喷到了前面的人的头上

靠，他听出来那是什么意思了，对。

Traci不懂西班牙语，但她明白这是什么意思。

维吉尔是对的，水行少女或许是个好泰坦，但她有时候很任性，太过生硬冷静的态度则使的她看来更加冷漠别扭。直接说了，她就是个被严重利用的贱女孩。(没有喜欢blue13会在看了TTv3 72期后不高血压吧？

不行，jaime看不懂女人打架，插嘴和做反应也不是他该做的。像个奖品一样被雌竞？这什么剧情啊太狗血了吧？！他只能继续喝他的南瓜汁。

他悄悄地靠近同样满嘴食物的埃德说道

“我真高兴你能来兄弟，真的”

“我也是，很高兴你带我过来”

然后Traci和洛蕾娜再说了些什么，他们两个好兄弟一点没听。只是吃着食物，看那个好吃分享给对方。

“这个好吃给你来一口”

“这个也好吃给你也来一口”

“她身上有些我不喜欢的东西”

在回去的路上，洛蕾娜瞪着一脸幸福挽着海梅的崔西如此说道

“她吗？我本来也不喜欢她，直到她给我买了一堆电子游戏”

埃德尴尬地笑着回答，手里拿着崔西刚刚送他的秘鲁进口烟雾弹。13真的很有钱。

说真的，如果接受了jaime有女友这个事实，其实也没什么要讨厌Traci的必要了，Eddie在心里想。他挽着洛蕾娜，但看见她专注于前面的那对情侣，干脆也放弃了对他的约会对象保持兴趣，转而看向旁边的那些看起来单身的女孩。

“这个夜晚不能再美好了”崔西开心的对海梅说道，海梅一边喝水一边回答

“你开心就好亲爱的，我今晚真的很高兴——”

他话还未说完一股冰锥便刺穿他，海梅觉得眼前一黑，他还没有意识到自己看到了什么，他感觉手上一僵，水瓶变成了冰块

仿佛所有的快乐都被吸走了

他听见一声分辨不了的尖叫，崔西挽着他的手臂被寒风抽走了……

“卡基达！”

『呼神护卫』

【摄魂怪】

卡基达冰冷的琥珀眼睛打量周围混乱的一切，他站起来，被撕裂的围巾掉到地上，他不紧不慢的捡起地上掉落的魔杖，毫无畏惧

也许是因为脱离了人身吧，他觉得被称作【人心】的那一部分已经淡化了，摄魂怪对他的影响并不大

黑影们围绕着这位怪异之客，像是在做一种舞蹈，溃烂腐朽的手数数伸向他，却又因惊疑重新溶回黑暗中

渐渐的，它们似乎无法分清这位是它们的猎物亦或是同类了

卡基达静立在这些可怖的生物中，毫无动作

崔西被这些突然出现的摄魂怪勾起了最糟糕的记忆，昏迷中在地上抽搐着身子小声抽泣着

“妈妈…”

海梅早该意识到，她能看见夜骐是因为在幼年目睹了母亲的死亡

至于其他人，埃德正不省人事地躺倒在他脚边，嘴里细微的声音像是是恶魔的低语。

洛蕾娜和其他巫师在中招前试着发射咒语，却因摄魂怪太多而脱力倒地，像埃德一样发出虚弱的嘘语

“卡基……”

海梅的声音回响在脑海中

卡基达终于有了动作，他跨过埃德，走向昏迷不醒的洛蕾娜

低身将魔杖轻轻扣在她的太阳穴上，从里面拉出一股银色的长丝绸状物

海少女一阵抽搐，不适的呻吟着，但卡基达冷酷地继续

摄魂怪立刻发出阵阵嘶吼，卡基达不予理会他又走向其他人……

银丝汇集在杖尖，变成一个蓝色的光球，发出闪耀的光芒

摄魂怪纷纷怪叫着冲向他

卡基达将魔杖举起，对准袭来的黑潮

【呼神护卫】

『前夜』

海梅从睡梦中睁眼，他先是看见埃德的淡红长发，再是他英俊的脸

他们已经上五年级了，成为了大孩子

再过几天就是埃德的16岁生日

“嘿，虫屁股”

他轻声说道

“准备好了吗，我们今晚就去湖对岸”

他答应过要和他离开

因为

雪夜将至

他要成年了

(未完待续)TBC……

[gaetanchiao]

超人 洗腦掰彎淫墮（上）

「超人，又發生了！」

年邁的警察局長粗聲粗氣地說，目光凝視著站在他面前的那位烏黑頭髮的超級英雄。

「這次是誰？」超人用他那低沈有力的男性嗓音問道。

「麥克迪昂，」局長咆哮道。

「這個城市的明星四分衛。就這麼消失了。前一晚去了一個叫做雷克斯盧梭的人家裡吃晚餐。然後第二天早上他們就不見了！我們詢問了盧梭先生，但在這個案件或其他案件上都沒有任何東西可以指控他。然而，每一個失蹤的男人都是在他們消失前一晚與那個人共進晚餐。」

這位身材健美、六英尺高的超級英雄搖了搖頭。又一位頂尖運動員無影無蹤地消失了。當他回想起與四分衛的上一次遭遇時，他那強壯英俊的面容上露出了堅定的神情。那是在某個慈善活動上。女性們圍繞著這位高大、強壯的年輕金髮運動員。她們被他棕色眼睛的帥氣外表和他作為真正男子漢的名聲所吸引。

事實上，這個城市的八卦者們也大肆宣揚他的這一面，也就是他在臥室裡的天賦以及使用它們的技巧。超人不敢相信像他這樣肌肉發達的人會這麼容易就被「帶走」。他用那雙鋼灰色的眼睛凝視著局長。

「我想我會去拜訪這個人。或許我的出現足以威懾他，讓他招供！」

說罷，超人飛身而去，決心要找出為什麼城市裡的頂尖運動員會接連不見。

-

「我希望我能對超人更有幫助，」

中年的雷克斯盧梭輕輕地咬著舌尖說。他讓自己的藍眼睛打量著這位穿著緊身氨綸衣的英雄壯碩的肌肉。超人那身皇家綠色的制服似乎凸顯了他身上的每一塊肌肉。

「我只是和這些男人愉快地共進晚餐。之後他們就離開了。這一切的發生，我和你一樣感到震驚。」

這位有點圓胖的男人讓自己的目光在超級英雄那個緊緊包裹的部位停留了幾秒，然後他又把目光抬回到超人的臉上。

「嗯，」一個看起來不太自在的超人回答道。

這個男人身上散發著一種令人作嘔的甜味。他看起來無害，但超人無法忽視這個男人凝視中隱藏的力量。不知為何，這讓人感到不安。

事實上，這個男人對他超凡體格的明顯流連也同樣令人不安。然而，儘管他有所抗議，超人確信這個男人掌握著其他人失蹤的關鍵。這個男人身上有些邪惡的東西，超級英雄這麼想。他深深吸了一口氣。

「不過那古龍水的味道實在太濃了，」這個健碩的傢伙沈思道。

「它真的會滲透到你體內。我得弄清楚這個纖細的傢伙怎麼會牽涉其中？」他又深深吸了一口氣，然後說道：

「盧梭先生。」 「請叫我雷克斯，」那個男人說，眼��緊盯著那個更高的男人。

「盧梭先生，」超人重複道，對那個男人語氣中的某些東西感到不悅。那是一種傲慢的語氣。從來沒有人用那種語氣跟他說話。

「我說叫我雷克斯！」那個更矮、年紀更大的男人再次重複，帶著更多的自滿。好像他期望自己的話會被服從。

「雷克斯，」超人突然聽到自己這麼說。當他看到雷克斯臉上那得意的嘲笑表情時，他在心裡默默地責備自己屈服了。

「我們需要更詳細地討論這整件事！」

「恐怕我現在有點忙。我們今晚吃晚餐的時候再聊吧。」他微笑著。

「你是想和我一起吃飯的，對吧？我能從你的眼神裡看出來。好，那就這麼定了！我到時候會聯繫你。」

「當然可以，雷克斯。」超人聽到自己這麼說。他因自己聲音中的急切語氣而臉紅。

「那麼，我們晚點見。」他一邊說，一邊飛走了。此刻，他只想遠離那個男人和他那令人作嘔的古龍水。

在飛行中，他決定下次的相遇會有所不同。

「下次我要控制對話。」他喃喃自語。

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在下方，雷克斯咧嘴一笑。他知道自己已經打出了第一擊。他原本不確定超人是否會對他的發明產生反應，但令他高興的是，那位強壯的英雄屈服了。的確，這要歸功於他在混合物中加入了一些來自超級英雄星球的輻射塵埃。也確實，屈服是輕微的。他知道還需要更多，但裂縫已經出現，可以加以利用。他打了個哈欠，伸手摸了摸自己的襠部。

「我的天，我被激起來了。」他看著自己的勃起笑了起來。

「我想我需要再射一發進我的四分衛裡！」他大搖大擺地走向一個側室。

「我真的很享受角色扮演，尤其是「擒拿四分衛」！」

他走進一個房間，凝視著床上被綁的身影。

在雷克斯面前赤裸且四肢伸展開的，是一位強壯的年輕運動員，他的魅力讓女性瘋狂。他那修長、健美的雙腿緊繃著，展示出他肌肉發達的大腿和小腿。他那雕刻般的手臂緊繃著圓潤的二頭肌，因他抓著手腕的束縛而顯得更加有力。放在他結實的腹部下的枕頭把他圓滿、豐滿的臀部抬高了。他輕微地呻吟著。他轉過頭，盯著雷克斯，發出咕嚕聲。

他那現在凌亂不羈的金色頭髮，為他那英俊的全美式臉龐增添了幾分性感。麥克用他那沈重的眼皮專注地看著那位年長、體型更為魁梧的男人。

「我真的很需要它，先生，」他設法通過球形口塞含糊地咕噥著。那金發壯漢誘惑地扭動著他的屁股。

「我真的很需要它，」他一邊收緊一邊放鬆他的臀部，為雷克斯的娛樂而重複著。

麥克抬起臀部，露出他那龐大的睪丸和令人印象深刻的勃起。然後他向下磨��，一聲被壓抑的、純粹渴望的嘆息從他塞滿的喉嚨中發出。

「如果你曾經耕過的那些女人現在能看到你，」

雷克斯一邊脫衣一邊帶著嘲弄的笑容說。他走到麥克身邊，摩擦著這位被綁住的足球明星的屁股。一聲低沈的慾望呻吟從這位金髮帥哥口中發出。

「放輕鬆，小子，我很快就會搞定你。」雷克斯一邊說，一邊抓起更多的古龍水直接噴到麥克的臉上。年輕的四分衛臉上露出一副滿足的傻笑。

「但首先，讓我再告訴你一些關於你自己的事。」

當雷克斯對麥克說話時，前者的思緒回到了超人的想法上。他不自覺地撫摸自己，勃起了。然後，當他滿意地認為已經充分告知麥克時，他跳上床，跨坐在他的運動員身上。

「你知道，麥克，如果你不打四分衛，我打賭緊端鋒可能是你的另一個選擇。至少在短時間內是這樣，對吧？」

他一邊笑著，一邊「又推進球進行了另一次達陣」！

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超人準時抵達「晚餐」約定地點。他發現雷克斯安排了「羅馬風格」的服務，每個人都躺在自己的古羅馬風格長沙發上。空氣中充滿了同樣的甜美古龍水香味。

「用餐方式有點不尋常，」超人帶著些許不適地說，目光凝視著他的主人。這個男人那種自鳴得意的態度讓他感到不悅。

「我偏好不尋常的，」雷克斯一邊說，一邊露出他們上次見面時那個奇怪的微笑。

「要來一杯飲料嗎？」雷克斯邊說邊在桌上的高腳杯中倒入大量液體。

「我不喝酒，」超人說得比他預期中更帶有一些激動。這個男人到底有什麼讓他如此不悅。

「哦，我堅持你得喝，」雷克斯一邊說，一邊將高腳杯推向他的客人。「我說喝就喝。如果你不喝，我會認為這是無禮的，」他銳利地說道。

超人發現自己出乎意料地不願意惹惱他的主人。他伸手拿起高腳杯。

「我真的不喝酒精飲料，即使它們對我沒有影響，」他喃喃自語，出乎意料地一飲而盡那杯黑色的泡沫飲料。

這液體給了他一種前所未有的溫暖感覺。他盯著高腳杯，發現自己想要再喝更多。

「是的，味道相當不錯，」雷克斯嘆了口氣，看著超人喝光杯中的最後殘液。

「但我相信你有事要問我，」他一邊說，一邊為超人的杯子再次斟滿。

「嗯……啊……是的，」這位健壯的超級英雄結巴著，一邊喝著更多的液體。

「這些人。消失了……而且都和你共進晚餐！」

雷克斯慢慢地坐了下來。

「是的，他們都有。讓我想想。最近有那位奧運體操全能冠軍。還有那位在八卦雜誌上以花花公子著稱的年輕棒球運動員。更不用說……嗯……是的，那位德國足球明星，以及那位贏得鐵人三項賽事的月曆模特兒消防員。他們都和我共進晚餐。但沒有什麼不妥。他們來找我諮詢。」

「諮詢？」超人困惑地問，目不轉睛地盯著他的主人。

他斜倚著，看起來坐著的雷克斯似乎在他上方盤旋。他告訴自己要站起來，但正當他這麼做時，他清楚地看到雷克斯示意超級英雄不要動。他的大腦不斷自問，為什麼他在與這個男人的交鋒中不斷讓出「有利地位」。

超人通常在他周圍的每個人和任何情況中都佔主導地位。令他驚訝的是，他發現處於防守狀態既新奇又相當迷人。當他的喉嚨變得乾燥時，他大口地喝了更多的釀造飲料。

「是的，」雷克斯繼續說。

「你會驚訝於我們所謂的強壯運動員有多需要諮詢。他們在自己的領域裡那些炫耀。他們與那麼多女人上床。實際上，我發現一個運動員表現得越是大男子主義，他內心越是渴望能自由地成為相反的一面！我打賭你也是一樣。」

「我……啊，」超人回答，不確定對話怎麼就轉到他身上了。

「我……相反？」

「是的，我知道了，」雷克斯笑著從沙發上站起來，坐在超人面前的桌子上。

現在，超級英雄的頭正對著雷克斯的胯下。他迅速抬頭，專注於雷克斯的臉。他試圖站起來，但雷克斯把手放在超人的肩膀上，推他回去。

「沒有放鬆，」

雷克斯用一種聽起來像是超人正在喝的液體一樣溫暖的語氣說。

「你看，我做了研究，」雷克斯說。

「秘密地，像你這樣的男人，必須感受到不斷為他人負責的重量。表現出你認為別人期望的樣子。那壓力一定難以承受。就像我其他的客人一樣，我敢肯定你很想讓別人來掌管一切。事實上，」

雷克斯輕聲喃喃，目光凝視著躺著的超級英雄。

」我打賭你這輩子從來沒有過一次好的性高潮。可能太害怕」不符合」你的形象了。」

超人喉嚨收緊，吞了口口水。他無法相信自己所聽到的。然而，他不得不承認，他的角色負擔是令人疲憊的。至於性，嗯，那是不可能的。他凝視著雷克斯。

」我不確定我們是怎麼開始這個話題的，」他虛弱地說。」我應該走了！」

「噓，沒事的，」雷克斯回答，伸手撥弄超人的頭髮。

雷克斯那種冒昧的親密觸碰，讓超人感到出奇的舒服。他眨了眨眼，試圖把這些念頭從腦海中清除。

「我知道你想放棄所有那些責任。從我們第一次見面的那一刻起，我就知道你暗地裡希望有人來控制，或許……甚至是控制你？那種你隱藏起來的內心渴望，只想放開你順從的一面，自由自在。坦白說，你多年來的大男子主義超級男性姿態，看起來像是一種掩飾。」

「掩飾，」超人喘著氣，強迫自己站起來。

」我想……我……不……真的……我應該……走，」他結結巴巴地說，從椅子上站起來。

「嗯，你好好想想吧，」雷克斯說，他也站了起來。

」隨時歡迎回來。只要記住，一個男人越有權力，他內心就擁有越多的順從。」

超人從房間蹣跚而出，勉強飛了起來。他到達附近的一座塔樓，並在那裡休息。他的內心是一團混亂的糾結。當他思考所發生的事情時，他利用敏銳的超視力凝視雷克斯的房間。令他震驚的是，他看到一個穿著黑色皮革、部分戴著頭套的人物走向一個赤裸的雷克斯，然後跪在他面前。

跪著的男人身材高大、體格強健，胸膛線條分明，如雕塑般精緻。他僅戴著一條鍊狀項圈和某種閃亮的金屬製護身符。超人對這位壯碩的男子在體型更矮胖的雷克斯面前謙卑地跪著的對比景象感到震驚。然而，這兩個男人之間的互動中有某種東西讓他著迷。雷克斯似乎能夠控制這位更高大、更威猛的男人。

超人回想起與雷克斯的邂逅，發現自己的喉嚨變得乾燥。他集中視線穿透兜帽，試圖辨認出那個肌肉發達、戴著兜帽的身影。讓他震驚的是，跪著的男人竟是麥克！這位四分衛低下頭，進一步表明瞭他明顯的服從。雷克斯抓住自己的陰莖，在麥克臉前揮舞。讓超人感到恐懼的是，這位四分衛張開嘴，俯身給雷克斯口交。

這位目瞪口呆的超級英雄將他的超級聽力集中在這兩個男人身上，以確定麥克是被強姦還是在脅迫下行事。

「哦，天啊，我愛吸你那強壯的雞巴，」麥克用他那柔和的德州南部口音說。

「哦，該死，這幾個小時裡我真的非常需要你的雞巴。」 「乖孩子，」雷克斯笑著說。

「是的，我知道它很好。繼續吧，做你能做的最好的吸雞巴者。不再是男子氣概的假裝。現在接受自由，成為一個強大男人的私人愛雞巴者。」

雷克斯抬頭望向牆壁。有那麼一刻，超人幾乎以為那個矮胖的老男人能看見他。

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「宮崎正弘の国際情勢解題」　

令和五年（２０２３）１２月１０日（日曜日）

　　　　通巻第８０４３号

ＥＵは「生成ＡＩ」と「汎用ＡＩ」を問わず包括規制をかける

　　　ペンタゴンはＡＩ軍事ロボット開発を急ぎ始めた

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　「生成ＡＩ」なるもの。たとえば大量のデータを持つAIが文章や画像を自動作成する。

「オープンAI」社が開発した対話型ＡＩ「チャットＧＰＴ」が魁となって製造業もソフト企業も、省力化への期待から活用が急速に広がった。

しかし巧妙な画像操作、フェイク情報の拡散や個人情報の漏えいといったリスクを伴なって、社会問題となった。たとえば大學では論文審査にチャットＧＰＴを利用した作文ではないかを嘘発見器のように探索する機械を導入した。ある新人小説賞応募では、例年の二十倍の応募があり、殆どがチャットＧＰＴ利用の人工的作文とわかって小説賞の募集を中止した。ブラジルでは条文改正案をチャットＧＰＴで作成し、議会は多数で承認するという事態に発展した。

このまま突っ走るとどうなるのか？

「オープンAI」のサム・アルトマンＣＥＯは議会証言で、「規制が必要だ」としていた。２３年５月に広島で開催された先進７カ国（Ｇ７）は、ＡＩの国際ルールを取りまとめることで合意した。ＡＩが人間を超える危機（２０４５　シンギュラリティ）が叫ばれて、多くの学者や知識人が警鐘を乱打してきた。

　１２月９日にＥＵが発表した規制案では、『汎用ＡＩ』の範囲にある政治的、宗教的、哲学的信念、性的指向、人種を推測するための顔認証システムや潜在意識を刺激するサブリミナル技術を組み入れたＡＩは認めない原則を打ち出した。

２０２６年から実施予定で、生体認証システムの使用も制限し、拉致、人身売買、性的搾取事件の被害者の的を絞った捜索や、特定の現在のテロの脅威の防止には例外が設けられる。違反者には５０億円程度の罰金か年間売り上げの７％の制裁金が課せられる。

　

　一方、米国と中国では軍事ロボットの開発が迅速に進捗している。

　高性能の軍事ロボットに関して米国は研究開発から実験段階へと歩を進めている。高性能のＡＩを搭載した自律型兵器システム（ドローン艦艇、航空機、戦車運用）の開発をめぐる論争が際立つようになった。争点のひとつは、「生成 AI」システムで使用される「大規模言語モデル」の信頼性をめぐる見解の対立である。

▼中枢の技術は半導体である。

　高度AI の活用に関して米国では国務省と国防総省は、「責任ある方法で行われる限り、人工知能は将来の兵器システムの運用に使用できるし、使用すべきである。米国は技術の進歩に関係なく、（軍事によるAIの）責任ある開発と使用を可能にするために必要な政策を導入し、技術的能力を構築する」としている。

　専門家の意見では、「生と死の決定がもはや人間によって行われるのではなく、事前にプログラムされたアルゴリズムに基づいて行われるとなれば、倫理的問題を引き起こすだろう。自律型兵器が惹起する課題と懸念が明らかに存在する。したがって法的、技術的、人道的、倫理的な観点から、また武力行使における人間の役割に規制が必要である」とする。

　ペンタゴンはAI搭載の自律兵器システムの開発と配備を進めている。多数の自律型兵器を配備し、「質」と「量」の双方で、中国の優位性を克服する準備をしなければならないと考えているからだ。

　もう一つ、というより最大の懸念がある。

　技術情報、ノウハウの漏洩である。産業スパイが高度化し最新の機密をハッカー攻撃やエンジニアへのカネと女の罠をしかけ盗用するのだ。

　米軍輸送機Ｃ１７に米国は５０００億円の開発費を投じた。中国はその機密をハッカー攻撃で盗んだ。コストは米国の一万分の一だった。中国空軍ジェット戦闘機「殲２１」は米軍機Ｆ２２の、「殲３１」はＦ３５の機密を盗んだとされる。

　またノウハウの漏洩がある。台湾から中国への渡り鳥エンジニアたちがいる。

『ウォールストリートジャーナル』が「半導体の魔術師」と名付けた梁孟松は米国大学留学後、現地のＩＴ工場で働き、ＴＳＭＣで腕を発揮した。梁がＴＳＭＣに在籍したのは１９９２年か２００９年までで、この間に身につけたノウハウをもって大陸へ渡り、ＳＭＩＣで１４ナノ半導体製造に成功したといわれる。現実にファーウェイの新型スマホ「Ｍａｔｅ６０　ＰＲＯ」にはＳＭＩＣが自製したとされる半導体が使われていた。

　安全保障上、由々しき問題として関係者が激怒した。米国は、米国籍のエンジニアが中国ではたらくことを禁止している。

　台湾は押っ取り刀で法改正に乗り出した。まずＮＳＴＣ（国家科学及技術委員会）はノウハウならびに半導体材料を含む２２の禁止リストを公表した。違反には罰金と５年以上の禁固刑が課せられる。

　ならば梁孟松を台湾は「裏切り者」として如何に裁くのか？　梁は中国に永住するつもりなのであり、台湾の司法権が及ばない。

　▼倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

かくして倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

　２０２３数学賞を受賞した丘成桐教授は１２月８日開催の授賞式（香港）で「ＡＩは人間の創造的精神にはなれない」と明言した。岡潔もきっと同じことを言っただろう。

　つまり「生成ＡＩ」は「霊性ＡＩ」になることはない。神の意志はそこにはない、と世界的な数学者が示唆した。

　世界の破滅を描いた三島由紀夫の『美しい星』に次の箴言的比喩があることを思い出した（新潮文庫版より）

　「冷戦と世界不安、まやかしの平和主義、すばらしい速度で愚昧ととう安への坂道を滑り落ちてゆく人々、にせものの経済的繁栄、狂おしい享楽感、世界政治の指導者たちの女のような虚栄心。。。こういうもの総ては、仕方なく手に委ねられた薔薇の花束の棘のように」

　主人公は宇宙から飛来した円盤を目撃している。

　「円盤が目に見えていたあいだの数秒間に、彼の心を充たしていた至福の感じを反芻した。それはまぎれもなく、ばらばらな世界が瞬時にして医やされて、澄明な諧和と統一感に達したと感じることのできる至福であった。天の糊が忽ちにして砕かれた断片をつなぎあわせ、世界はふたたび水晶の円球のような無疵の平和に身を休めていた。人々の心は通じ合い争いは熄み、すべてがあの瀕死の息づかいから、整ったやすらかな呼吸に戻った」

　「平和は自由と同様に、われわれ宇宙人の海から漁られた魚であって、地球へ陸揚げされると忽ち腐る。平和の地球的本質であるこの腐敗の足の速さ、これが彼らの不満の種で、彼らがしきりに願っている平和は新鮮な瞬間的な平和か、金属のように普及の恒久平和かのいずれかで、中間的なだらだらした平和は、みんな贋物くさい匂いがする」

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[出典]  李白    《 宣州謝脁樓餞別校書叔云》

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        1、 宣州謝朓樓餞別校書叔云 李白

             棄我 去者，昨日之日不可留；

             亂我心者，今日之日多煩憂。

             長風萬里送秋雁，對此可以酣高樓。 

             蓬萊文章建安骨，中間小謝又清發。

             俱懷逸興壯思飛，欲上青天攬明月。

             抽刀斷水水更流，舉杯銷愁愁更愁。

             人生在世不稱意，明朝散發弄扁舟。

1967年12月，蔣決定實施九年國民義務教育，所需經費極為龐大，為籌措財源，乃實施加稅計畫，以達成預算平衡。自1968年台灣開始實施九年國民義務教育，為學制之重大改革。[14]:187高等教育以研究高深學術，培養專門人材為宗旨。[14]:187提倡建教合作及技藝訓練。[14]:187

維基百科介紹：

政府

國家正副元首

總統：蔣中正

副總統：嚴家淦

五院首長

行政院院長：嚴家淦（副總統兼任）

立法院院長：黃國書

司法院院長：謝冠生

考試院院長：孫科

監察院院長：李嗣璁

省政府主席

臺灣省政府主席：黃杰

福建省政府主席：戴仲玉

大事記

胡金銓執導之《龍門客棧》及張徹執導之《獨臂刀》，開啟武俠電影熱潮[2]:744。

1月

1月12日——丘念台病逝東京（廣東鎮平縣人，為臺灣先賢丘逢甲之子，曾任臺灣省民政廳長、中國國民黨臺灣省黨部主任委員，為臺灣耆宿。）[2]:734。

1月13日——金門東北激烈空戰，空軍擊落中共米格十九型機2架[2]:734。

1月15日——南投縣第五屆縣長補選由林洋港當選[2]:734。

1月17日——越南共和國國防部長阮友固訪臺（1967年4月2日，商業部長阮景天恩訪臺；4月29日，外交部長陳文杜訪臺；6月20日，教育部長阮文詩訪臺；7月31日，農業部長林文智訪臺。）[2]:734。

1月27日——臺灣省政府主席黃杰簽訂興建曾文水庫工程顧問合約（10月31日，曾文水庫動工興建；12月7日，行政院核准臺灣省發行糧食債券，作興建水庫經費。1969年4月14日，決定降低水庫大壩10公尺，發電量由10萬瓩減為5萬瓩。）[2]:734。

1月30日——國防部長蔣經國著《風雨中的寧靜》一書出版[2]:734。

1月31日——經濟部長李國鼎率團參加在西貢開幕之「中、越經濟合作會議」[2]:735。

2月

美國駐聯合國首席代表高德柏謁見蔣中正，討論當前世界局勢[3]:116。

2月1日——公布設置動員戡亂時期國家安全會議，以黃少谷為秘書長，原國防會議撤銷[2]:735。

2月3日——臺、日簽訂食米外銷協定，日本購臺米5萬公斤[2]:735。

2月6日——發布周至柔、蔣經國、袁守謙分別為國家安全會議建設、動員、戰地政務三委員會主任委員[2]:735。

2月13日——特任唐縱、劉增華、陳嘉尚、孫秉乾分為駐韓國、賽浦路斯、約旦、多明尼加等國大使（3月1日，唐縱呈遞到任國書；5月17日，孫秉乾呈遞到任國書。）[2]:735。

2月18日——行政院決定成立人事、事務、法制、研究等四機構，訂定中央與地方權責劃分方案[2]:735。

2月19日——韓國國防部長金聖恩（韓語：김성은 (군인)）訪問臺灣[2]:735。

2月21日——特任保君建、王世明、劉藎章等分別為駐土耳其、科威特、伊朗等國大使（5月17日、5月20日、5月22日，劉藎章、王世明、保君建分別呈遞到任國書。）[2]:735。

2月22日——韓國國會議長李孝祥（韓語：이효상）抵台訪問[4]。

2月27日——臺灣省政府通過桃園中壢鎮升為縣轄市[2]:735。

3月

蔣經國巡視馬祖列島及金門縣[5]:83。

3月1日——中華航空公司與香港當局商定開闢臺北－香港航線；國家建設計畫委員會成立；特任薛毓麟為駐加拿大大使[2]:735。

3月4日——外交部聲明反對任何國家承認外蒙，外蒙是領土[2]:735。

3月11日——土地改革紀念館在臺北市落成[2]:735。

3月16日——陸軍總司令部宣布：陸軍軍歌已由蔣中正核定，今起啟用；任命關鏞為駐賴索托王國大使[2]:735。

3月18日——特任劉宗翰為駐秘魯大使[2]:736。

3月20日——日本經濟調查團訪臺，與財經部門交換意見[2]:736。

3月22日——國防部與美軍協防臺灣灣司令部宣布，特種部隊自4月1日開始舉行為期一月之同舟演習[2]:736。

3月27日——國家安全會議科學發展指導委員會（簡稱科指會）成立，吳大猷為主任委員[2]:736；泰國國務院長他儂·吉滴卡宗訪問臺灣[6]（4月1日，蔣中正三度接見，發表聯合聲明，強調清除共產威脅，確保亞洲安全。）[2]:736。

3月30日——經濟部長李國鼎訪問日本（3月31日，拜會日本首相佐藤榮作及外相三木武夫，商建鋼廠計畫並討論造船問題；4月19日，返抵臺北。）[2]:736。

4月

4月1日——中華航空公司港臺航線正式開航[2]:736。

4月4日——澳大利亞總理荷特（Harold E. Holt）訪問臺灣3天（4月6日，與蔣中正兩度會談，發表聯合公報。）[2]:736。

4月9日——前美國副總統尼克森訪問臺灣（4月11日，結束訪問臺灣。）[2]:736。

4月12日——美國宣布：中共國立音樂學院院長馬思聰投奔自由（1968年3月31日，來到臺灣。）[2]:736。

4月17日——千里達及托巴哥總督何才夫婦乘國泰航空飛機經東京抵達臺北展開為期兩星期的訪問，時任考試院院長孫科、時任外交部部長魏道明夫婦和時任僑務委員會委員長高信等人皆在機場歡迎[7]；訪臺期間，何才夫婦除了勘查了臺灣中、南部各處的經濟、軍事和教育等設施以外，並特地於4月20日前往參觀國立故宮博物院，隨後與時任副總統嚴家淦夫婦、前行政院院長何應欽一級上將夫婦、魏道明夫婦、時任司法行政部（今法務部）部長鄭彥棻夫婦、時任中國國民黨中央委員會秘書長張寶樹夫婦和時任外交部次長楊西崑夫婦及夏功權夫婦等人共同在圓山大飯店慶祝何才的62歲壽辰[7][8]。何才夫婦臨走時，魏道明、何應欽、時任僑務委員會副委員長何宜武和時任外交部次長桂宗堯等人皆前往機場送行[8]。

4月21日——漁業考察團訪問菲律賓，為中、 菲漁業合作奠定基礎[2]:737。

5月

5月1日——經濟部核准設立「中、日合資」臺灣畜產公司[2]:737。

5月4日——美國國務卿魯斯克及助理國務卿彭岱在美國眾議院作證，盛讚臺灣經濟繁榮與農技援外成就[2]:737。

5月6日——副總統兼行政院長嚴家淦啟程經日本赴美訪問21天（5月7日，與日本首相佐藤榮作就中國大陸動亂及越南問題會談；5月9日，與美國總統詹森兩度會談；5月11日，發表聯合聲明，同意互相諮商應付中國大陸情勢發展；5月26日，返回臺灣。）[2]:737。隨行人員包括：經濟部部長李國鼎、外交部政務次長沈錡暨夫人、行政院國際經濟合作發展委員會祕書長陶聲洋等。並前往阿靈頓國家公墓獻花致意、謁甘迺迪之墓。之後亦參訪派屈克空軍基地、甘迺迪太空中心、紐約聯合國大廈等地。訪問期間爭取到美援停止之後，各項經濟合作計畫，使美方同意加強科技交流，在駐華大使館中，設立科技參事，中華民國政府則在行政院之下，成立國家科學委員會，以促進產業升級[9][10]。

5月11日——行政院通過臺北市自7月1日改制為院轄市，並將景美、木柵、內湖、南港、士林、北投6鄉鎮併入[2]:737。

5月20日——中國農民銀行在臺灣復業[2]:737。

5月23日——美國助理國務卿斯柯（Joseph J. Sisco）訪問臺灣3天[2]:738。

5月29日——反共救國軍部隊登陸山東支援敵後游擊作戰，與解放軍發生戰鬥[2]:738。

6月

蔣經國再度巡視馬祖列島及金門縣[5]:83。

6月2日——美國驅逐艦「金伯利號」正式移交臺灣海軍[2]:738。

6月7日——「中、日貿易經濟會議」在臺北揭幕，商討農產品進出口及機械人纖維原料價格，並研討保護工業所有權問題（6月14日，閉幕。1968年7月23日，第二屆會議在東京揭幕。）；臺灣與聯合國共同合作發展食品加工計畫實施方案簽字生效[2]:738。

6月11日——臺灣省政府發布「優待僑商來臺投資辦法」[2]:738。

6月14日——蔣中正主持首次國家安全會議，指示建設要有遠大目標和計畫，須以具現代知識科學人才為基礎；美國將新型U-17A輕航空飛機一批移交陸軍使用[2]:738。

6月16日——經濟部長李國鼎代表與聯合簽訂「社區發展公共衛生設施改善計畫」[2]:738。

6月19日——臺灣經濟發展會議在臺北揭幕，為臺灣經濟發展提出建言[2]:738。

6月20日——戚烈拉（Richard G. Ciccolella）任美軍援華顧問團團長[2]:738。

6月28日——蔣中正調動高級軍事首長：黎玉璽、高魁元分任參軍長與參謀總長，陳大慶、賴名湯、劉廣凱、劉玉章分任陸軍、空軍、聯勤、警備總司令[2]:739。

6月29日——協助港澳僑胞到臺灣投資聯絡小組成立，並制定實施「港澳僑胞來臺投資事項」，僑商到臺灣投資達到高峰（9月13日，政府組成協助港澳僑胞回國投資工作小組。）[2]:739。

6月30日——嚴家淦祝賀韓國大統領朴正熙就職，呈遞國書（7月2日，與美國副總統韓福瑞、日本首相佐藤榮作、韓國總統朴正熙等領袖在漢城舉行非正式高峰會議，談論中共核爆、越戰及經濟合作等問題；7月3日，返國。）[2]:739。

7月

7月1日——臺北市改制為院轄市，市長高玉樹、議長張祥傳同時就職；省立臺灣師範大學改制為國立臺灣師範大學；停刊19年之《東方雜誌》復刊；三軍總醫院在臺北成立；吳修齊、高清愿合組統一企業[2]:739。

7月4日——外交部長魏道明抵達曼谷出席亞太理事會第二屆部長級會議；美國海軍軍令部長穆勒（Thomas H. Moorer）訪問臺灣3天[2]:739。

7月5日���—臺灣省政府通令各縣市應即恢復設置國語推行委員會[2]:739。

7月7日——教育部長閻振興表示，明年秋天延長國民義務教育至9年（8月3日，行政院通過「九年國教實施綱要」。）[2]:739。

7月8日——體育界耆宿江良規（1914-1967）病逝（浙江奉化人，為馳譽國際之體育家，著有《體育學原理》等書。）[2]:739。

7月9日——外交部次長楊西崑第19次訪問非洲[2]:739。

7月17日——邱約翰（John L. Chew）接任美軍協防臺灣司令[2]:740。

7月22日——臺灣拆解廢船工業超過日本，躍居世界第一[2]:740。

7月24日——樞機主教田耕莘（1890-1967）病逝（山東陽谷人，曾任輔仁大學復校後第一任董事長，為遠東區第一位樞機主教。）；美國運通銀行臺北分行開業[2]:740。

7月28日——中華文化復興運動推行委員會成立，蔣中正擔任會長（11月2日，委員會擬定「中華文化復興運動推行計畫」；11月3日，臺灣省政府訂定「推行中華文化復興運動實施要點」；3月29日，《中華文化復興月刊》創刊。）[2]:740。8月，聘孫科、王雲五、陳立夫為文化復興委員會副會長[3]:116。

8月

8月4日——任命丁懋時、沈祖潯、李興南與黃正分別為駐剛果、盧安達、尼日及加彭等國大使[2]:740。

8月6日——副總統嚴家淦向梁實秋致賀其翻譯《莎士比亞戲劇全集》功成[2]:740。

8月7日——行政院發布「國家科學委員會組織規程」，由吳大猷任主任委員（8月14日，由長科會改組之國家科學委員會成立；10月13日，改組完成，設自然及數學、人文及社會、生物及醫農、工程及應用、科學及教育等五委員會。）[2]:740。

8月12日——蔣中正主持國家安全會議，通過由總統依照臨時條款，以命令規定延長九年國民教育年限（8月26日，行政院頒令自1968年起實施九年國教；12月3日，國際經濟合作發展委員會撥款新臺幣7億餘元，補臺灣省及臺北市推展九年國教；12月13日，行政院決定中美基金撥6億8千餘萬元，作為建國中教室之用。1968年1月2日，由中央指撥公地建校；1月4日，成立延長國民教育工作小組；1月9日，決定統一編印國中教科書；1月26日，78所國中破土興建。）；監察院投票同意15位大法官，張金蘭成為第一位女性大法官[2]:740-741。

8月15日——總統府資政孔祥熙病逝紐約（山西太谷人，曾任行政院長、財政部長，長期主持國民政府之財政。）[2]:741。蔣中正馳電弔唁，並手撰「孔庸之先生事略」[3]:116。

8月29日——教育部在美國教育文化事業顧問委員會主任委員郭秉文逝世（江蘇青浦人，曾任東南大學校長、財政部次長兼中英貿易協會主任等職，為中國現代高等教育事業之先驅。）[2]:741。

9月

世盟第一屆會議在台北舉行，共有64個國家與地區、以及12個國際反共組織參加，谷正綱當選第一屆理事會主席。大會通過了世界反共宣言與世界反共聯盟共同綱領[11][12][13]。

9月7日——日本內閣總理大臣佐藤榮作訪臺（9月8日，兩度與蔣中正會談；9月9日，發表聯合公報，強調加強團結，實現亞太區域和平與繁榮。）[2]:741。佐藤榮作兩度晉見蔣商討臺日共同問題，並就當時世局及中國大陸中共情勢交換意見[3]:116-117。

9月12日——蔣接見日本記者發表談話，指出中共內部必陷長期混亂，盼日本人尊重東方傳統，不使共產主義有滲透之機會，唯有臺日加強合作，始能達到此一目的[3]:117。

9月16日——人事行政局成立（7月27日，蔣中正明令設置；8月4日，任命王正誼出任人事行政局長。）[2]:741。

9月17日——美國總統科學顧問賀尼克（Donald F. Hornic）率專家到臺灣，協助臺灣發展科學（9月23日，離臺，建議增加科技經費及培植人才；11月16日，訪臺後建議政府應以土地改革精神，全力加速科學與技術發展。）[2]:741。

9月19日——駐越大使館遭越共爆炸，房屋三分之一被毀（9月26日，暴徒供稱係越共主謀，企圖殺害大使胡璉。）[2]:741。上午10時30分，有兩匪徒混入大使館，將爆炸物安放於胡璉二樓辦公室下面引爆，一時轟然巨響，大使館樓板全部震塌[14]:250。大使館建築物一樓全毀，大使胡璉倖免於難[15]。

9月25日——世界反共聯盟第一屆大會在臺北舉行，67國及13個國際反共組織代表與會（9月29日，通過「世盟共同綱領」與「世盟宣言」後閉幕。）[2]:742。

9月28日——史學家錢穆夫婦自香港飛到臺北定居[2]:742。

9月30日——經濟部長李國鼎與世界糧食組織簽訂「臺灣東部農地開發計畫」實施方案[2]:742。

10月

10月5日——中華航空公司增闢至新加坡、曼谷、馬尼拉及漢城4條國際航線[2]:742。

10月6日——行政院副院長黃少谷代表蔣中正赴加拿大訪問（10月9日，與加國總理皮爾遜（Lester Bowles Pearson）會商兩國加強合作問題；10月17日，返回臺灣。）[2]:742。

10月13日——臺灣與美國簽訂紡織品兩項新協定[2]:742。

10月20日——「中、日貿易協進會」第一次會議在東京舉行（1969年11月17日，舉行第三次會議，臺方代表促成日方採有效措施，縮小貿易差距。）[2]:742。

10月21日——日本外相三木武夫表示對臺政策保持「吉田書簡」精神[2]:742。

10月30日——慶賀越南共和國阮文紹就職，參謀總長高魁元率特使團呈遞國書[2]:743。

11月

11月2日——美援贈臺灣海軍之驅逐艦安陽號抵達臺灣[2]:743。

11月12日——中國國民黨第九屆五中全會揭幕（11月23日，閉幕，選出嚴家淦等19位中央委員。）[2]:743。

11月19日——反共游擊隊突擊廣東惠陽縣平潭機埸，毀中共米格十九型機八架[2]:743。

11月23日——蔣經國再度連任中央常務委員會委員[16]:521。

11月27日——國防部長蔣經國訪問日本（12月2日，返回臺灣。）[2]:743。日本天皇裕仁接見蔣經國時表示永不忘懷蔣中正寬大德意；日本國民1萬5千餘名在東京舉行感謝蔣大會[3]:117。

11月28日——聯合國大會表決「中國代表權問題」，以58對45票，17票棄權，擊退共黨及不結盟國家欲使中共進入聯合國之企圖[2]:743。

11月29日——蔣中正發布行政院長局部改組：俞國華任財政部長，查良鑑任司法行政部長，孫運璿任交通部長，蔣彥士為行政院秘書長；考試院副院長程天放逝世（江西新建人，曾任安徽省教育廳長、浙江大學校長、駐德國大使；政府遷臺後，先後任教部長、考試院副院長等職。）[2]:743-744。

7月30日——行政院通過「中、美資源交換計畫」[2]:744。

12月

12月5日——副總統兼行政院長嚴家淦指示各機關，提高改進行政效率，推行分層負責制度，政府並頒實施準則[2]:744。

12月8日——前日本首相岸信介訪問臺灣；陸軍總司令陳大慶代表政府接受美國贈送之最新型戰車一批[2]:744。岸信介率團謁見蔣中正[3]:118。

12月12日——「中、美農產品協定」在臺北簽字，美國繼續提供臺灣農產品兩年3,750萬美元，半數為協助友好國家之用[2]:744。

12月13日——歷史學家湯恩比訪問臺灣[2]:744。

12月16日——臺、日簽訂5項貸款協定，計979萬1,000美元，購置設備用於建設[2]:744。

12月22日——駐賴比瑞亞大使楊繼曾代表與賴國簽訂「中、賴農技合作新協定」[2]:744。張群任慶賀賴比瑞亞總統、副總統就職典禮特使，順道訪問象牙海岸，歸途訪問美國[17]。

出生

參見： 1967年出生

1月8日——

陳明真，女歌手。

劉醇逸：政治人物，是移居美國的台灣人。

1月10日——林靖傑：導演。

1月13日——徐薇，英文補教名師。

1月15日——羅明才：政治人物，是羅福助之子。

1月17日——玉尚：演員，是呂盈瑩前夫。

1月21日——安幼琪：新聞主播、主持人。

1月22日——蔡淑惠：政治人物。

1月25日——吳蒙恩：導演。

1月30日——黃榮山：力學家。

1月31日——王祖賢，演員、歌手。

2月1日——

賴有賢，漫畫家。作品有《真命天子》、《小和尚》。

秦偉：主持人、通告藝人。

2月2日——

劉櫂豪，法官、政治人物。現任立法委員。

林有志：政治人物，曾任花蓮市市民代表、花蓮縣議員、行政院客家委員會諮詢委員。

2月5日——

拾方方：登山家，是首位在聖母峰遇難的台灣人。

簡余晏：政治人物。

2月6日——陳孫華：造型設計師。

2月8日——

牛爾：化妝師。

張正憲：棒球捕手，現被終身禁賽。

2月11日——陳政賢：棒球選手。

2月16日——顧玉玲：作家、社會運動人士。

2月22日——溫士凱：作家、講師、廣播主持人。

3月1日——蕭淑麗：政治人物。

3月2日——詹雅雯，知名臺語歌手。

3月3日——沈慧虹：政治人物、鐵道站務員，曾任奮起湖車站站長、新竹市交通處處長、新竹市副市長。

3月7日——歐崇敬：教授。

3月11日——

方季惟：歌手、演員。

郭國文：政治人物。

侯駿逸：角力運動員。

3月12日——尹乃菁：主持人。

3月21日——車宜靜：文化工作者，現任世界至孝親篤舜裔總會秘書長。

3月26日——張信哲，歌手。

4月2日——宋明宗：政治人物。

4月11日——王自強：演員。

4月15日——陳宗彥：政治人物，曾任行政院發言人、內政部政務次長、中央流行疫情指揮中心副指揮官。

4月21日——

蔡秋鳳：歌手。

劉志昇：棒球領隊。

4月24日——賴義鍠：政治人物。

4月26日——九孔，本名呂孔維，藝人、諧星。

4月28日——

包小松：歌手、主持人、音樂製作人，是張雅婷之夫、包小柏之兄。

包小柏：歌手、演員、主持人、音樂製作人，是包小松之弟。

4月29日——平凡：漫畫家。

4月30日——

張宇，男歌手。

田麗：演員、主持人、果農。

5月13日——徐超斌：醫師。

5月16日——楊朝偉：政治人物。

5月18日——李慶鋒：政治人物。

5月19日——趙詠華：歌手。

5月25日——

辜仲立，企業家，出身鹿港辜家。辜濂松三子。其兄辜仲諒、辜仲瑩。

吳鈞堯：作家。

5月28日——康康，本名康晉榮。綜藝節目主持人和歌手。

5月30日——丁國琳，女演員。

6月6日——

林美秀：演員、主持人。

楊靚姝：編劇。

6月7日——謝榮雅：工業設計師。

6月13日——陳文治：政治人物，曾任新北市議會副議長。

6月19日——陳震：歌手。

6月21日——馬維欣：演員、主持人、通告藝人，是馮光榮前妻。

6月24日——劉志宏：音樂製作人。

6月30日——王中平：歌手、演員，是余皓然之夫。

7月1日——

簡郁珊：音樂家。

單承矩：演員、導演、編劇、製作人。

7月3日——游梓翔：教授。

7月6日——

鄭文燦，政治人物。曾參與野百合學運，2014年當選桃園市長。

萬芳：歌手、演員、廣播主持人。

高景炎：籃球運動員。

7月18日——林錦昌，小說家、政治人物。曾任台北市政府新聞處處長。

7月19日——

李興文，男演員。曾參與電影《報告班長》、電視劇《流氓教授》、《意難忘》演出。

周可平：圍棋棋士。

7月21日——黃奕睿：會計師。

7月23日——楊潔玫：演員。

7月24日——宋少卿：相聲、演員、主持人。

7月31日——蔡海如：藝術策展人。

8月1日——

陳建年：歌手、警務人員，曾任蘭嶼分駐所副所長。

曾貴章：棒球選手，現被終身禁賽。

8月2日——王光熙：棒球選手，是王光輝之弟，現被終身禁賽。

8月5日——顧婕：演員。

8月10日——曲全立：導演。

8月11日——鄒兆龍：演員，是翁慧德之夫，曾在好萊塢參與電影《駭客任務》第二、三集演出。

8月12日——

黃俊傑，棒球選手，曾經效力於中華職棒時報鷹隊。

傅家森：消防員。

8月14日——曾淑勤，女歌手。

8月17日——

王耿豪：演員。

孟廣美：演員、主持人、模特兒，是台灣首位登上好萊塢的女藝人，現移居北京。

8月19日——胡一虎：新聞主播，原是華視主播，後轉赴香港鳳凰衛視。

8月23日——陳耀川：音樂製作人。

8月26日——蘇昭旭：鐵道研究家。

8月29日——邵昕：演員。

9月4日——四方：演員。

9月7日——吳小莉：新聞主播，原在華視擔任主播，1993年後轉赴香港鳳凰衛視。

9月8日——張萬康：小說家。

9月16日——

趙豐邦，花式撞球運動選手，有「冷臉殺手」之稱。

屈中恆：演員、主持人、配音員。

9月17日——楊秀玉：政治人物，現任基隆市議會副議長。

9月18日——

徐輔軍：導演，以2004年電影《夢遊夏威夷》獲得杜維爾影展最佳影片獎。

陳明義：政治人物，是陳世軒之父。

9月19日——

許淑蘋：演員，是張傑勛之妻。

盧秀芳：新聞主播，是盧秀燕之妹。

9月22日——張傑勛：演員，是許淑蘋之夫。

9月26日——林玉珍：新聞主播。

9月28日——朱國珍：作家、主持人、新聞主播。

10月1日——簡文彬：指揮家。

10月6日——汪用和：新聞主播，是周守訓之妻。

10月7日——林俊泓：導演。

10月8日——吳建樟：翻譯家。

10月11日——劉小芸：配音員。

10月12日——黃忠義，棒球選手。

10月16日——韓羅賢：音樂製作人、經紀人。

10月17日——

林小樓：演員。

黃國華：小說家。

10月19日——賴芳玉：律師。

10月22日——徐佳青：政治人物。

10月24日——劉增鍇：相聲。

10月25日——姚可傑：歌手，是東方快車主唱。

10月29日——徐承義：演員、企業家，是瓦城泰統集團創辦人。

10月31日——

黃柏霖，政治人物。現任高雄市議員，叔叔黃啟川曾任議長。

何淑峯：政治人物。

劉海若：新聞主播，原是TVBS晚間主播，2000年後轉赴香港鳳凰衛視。

11月1日——

洪敬堯：歌手，是洪一峰之子、洪榮宏之弟。

汪平雲：律師、政治人物，曾任蒙藏委員會委員。

11月4日——柯淑勤，女演員。代表作《孽子》。

11月6日——

宋達民：歌手、演員、牧師，是宋逸民之弟。

宋逸民：歌手、演員、牧師，是宋達民之兄。

11月7日——焦恩俊，藝人演員。

11月9日——江國賓，男演員。代表作《台灣霹靂火》、《台灣龍捲風》、《金色摩天輪》,早年以飾演反派角色較具代表性。

11月10日——沈懷一：歌手、社會運動人士。

11月17日——王美雪：演員。

11月18日——劉亮佐，藝人，曾主持三立電視台節目『在台灣的故事』。

11月19日——

侯志堅：鍵盤手、音樂製作人，是東方快車成員之一。

游素蘭：小說家、漫畫家，是喬英之姊。

桑茂森：籃球教練。

11月20日——周奕成：政治運動人士，曾任中華民國總統府諮議、行政院政務顧問。

11月21日——陳思安：歌手。

11月25日——謝采妘：歌手，現移居馬來西亞。

11月27日——陳湘琪：演員、教授，現任教於國立臺北藝術大學電影創作、劇場設計二系。

12月14日——卓天麟：棒球選手。

12月15日——陳進益：配音員。

12月16日——周玲妏：政治人物，曾任高雄市政府觀光局局長。

12月17日——王文華：作家。

12月20日——

陳文山：演員。

蕭雅全：導演。

12月21日——李哲華：幕僚，曾任台北市民政局機要秘書、葉金川副秘書長辦公室��任、林益世立委辦公室主任。

12月23日——陳淑芬：漫畫家。

12月24日——沈玉琳，藝人、電視節目製作人及主持人。

逝世

1月12日——丘念台，政治人物，丘逢甲之子。（1894年出生）。

3月11日——楊仲鯨，政治人物，首屆民選花蓮縣長。（1898年出生）。

3月27日——吳新榮，醫師、作家及政治人物（1907年出生）。

吳燕生 詩人 °吳鸞旂孫女、吳子瑜女兒°大正三年出生於北平，得年 62歲°

參考來源

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出門泡湯卻成了閹人

第十一章 有錢的自戀狂

今天我一如往常的在我的崗位上努力，輸入各種討厭的行程跟數據，因為等一下總裁還要審閱內容，一堆單據也太多太雜了吧，難怪沒有人擔任這個職位，不過我畢竟在前公司也是一等一的能人，怎麼可能這樣就被打敗，好不容易告一段落，便要繼續幫總裁整理一日的行程，很多行程我都必須跟總裁一起去，對我來說，光是站在他身邊，我都覺得無比噁心，只想好好的對他報仇，不過我現在還是繼續忍耐吧，每天，總裁都會在鏡子前面整理他的儀容，而且每次要花至少一個小時的時間，他才會覺得自己這樣很完美，他的辦公桌永遠都擺的整整齊齊，文具永遠按照大小順序進行排列，最誇張的是，他全身上下所有的衣服、配件等是特製的，每個都要價數十萬，最奢侈浪費的，大概就是東西只要有一點點小瑕疵，就會直接丟了，也不願意讓別人使用，對他來說，錢就跟呼吸一樣的自然。

當我剛開始的第一天，什麼都不明白，當下就被總裁要求晚上留下加班，一直到一個禮拜的時候，我才開始有多餘的時間休息，但是自己卻不怎麼疲憊，新型睪固酮的威力真的很嚇人，也因為我一直很努��，總裁決定第二個月破例替我加薪到25萬，這對於一個新人來說，已經是特例了，我不敢跟周遭的同事說，怕被針對嫉妒，總裁總是一直保持著完美的形象，哪怕是安排半小時的運動，都不允許浪費一分鐘，這樣的生活，我心裡詛咒他乾脆得心臟病算了，不過我感覺總裁對我或是對別人，好像有點不一樣，如果是對待其他部門的組長，都很常破口大罵，明明就是一點小錯誤而已，但是這件事情換成我的話，總裁雖然會覺得不悅，但也只會說下次注意點，難道他終於看到我的努力了嗎，直到今天，我依然不知道自己為什麼會被安排在總裁身邊當秘書，我明明更適合擔任保鑣部門的，還是是因為我當時面試的時候，用非常不屑的態度對他，導致他在報仇，我的天啊，我該怎麼辦，我還沒報完仇之前，可能就先被總裁弄死了，心想就覺得可怕，不行，我必須加油，直到打倒他為止。

我是天眼集團的總裁許天成，從小到大，什麼都被要求要做到完美，尤其是公司的事務，我也偶爾想脫離一下這樣的步調，父親曾經說過，如果我不能讓公司完全聽我的，那麼就沒有資格成為接班人，我一直以為我只要保持著一絲不苟，什麼事都要求完美，只要犯錯就要破口大罵，這樣他們才會臣服於我，其實我這樣也覺得好累，我也想躲起來好好休息一下，但是公司每天都有處理不完的事情，我能怎麼休息，父親總希望我趕快找個集團千金結婚生子，好讓天眼集團有後續的接班人，但是我根本不想按照父親的安排決定自己的幸福，妹妹就是一個案例，大家都是以為我是因為身邊的秘書跟妹妹偷情又不負責任會閹了他，實際上並非如此，秘書其實是父親安排去接近妹妹的，但是秘書根本不愛她，還到處跟其他人搞曖昧開房間，直到我妹妹都懷孕了才脫口說出是因為父親的安排，我氣著問他為什麼不第一時間告訴我，還要接受父親的安排，如今又不願意負責，他只是覺得在財團底下當贅婿太累了，而且他還是比較喜歡跟不同女生發生關係，言下之意就是要我妹妹墮胎，我當然不能如他所願，於是我才會夥同玉璋醫生一起閹了他，怎能輕易放過他，怎知這件事讓我變成一個愛閹割大雞雞的變態總裁，雖然我自己很喜歡這樣的稱號，不僅讓我在公司的地位更堅固，公司發展也更快速，男人少了寶貝就不會作怪，反而更認真了，集團才會發展出如此的新高點，但是萬萬沒想到，一直以來，我很享受著大家為了進來公司而決定閹割的感覺，沒想到我現在的秘書謝淵，竟然完全不齒這件事，甚至公然在面試上挫我的銳氣，我對他產生了一點興趣，甚至覺得這樣的人很有趣，我才這樣安排他在我身邊，不過我感覺得到，他現在的笑不過就是演戲，我當然知道他非常恨我，但是我相信時間久了，就會發現我的為人，閹掉他其實我也很無奈，有時候夜深人靜想起這件事情，我都覺得我把自己閹了都無法贖罪，我從來沒有那麼對一個人如此愧疚，明知道他一點也不願意，還如此殘忍的動了手，親手毀了他的人生。

我到底要怎麼做，才能找到總裁的弱點，可惡，明明已經離他如此近，他始終沒有露出任何破綻，難道他真的是完美無瑕的人嗎，正當我端了一杯剛泡好的紅茶，準備放到總裁桌上，我竟然不小心被旁邊的椅子絆倒，熱紅茶直接潑到了總裁的褲管，燙的總裁直接叫出來，我整個嚇的不知所措，結果總裁竟然只有說下次不要再犯，要我去他的休息室找一套新的西裝，他要全換掉，我立刻衝去總裁的休息室，找了一套乾淨的西裝，並且叫來清潔人員，我先請清潔人員幫忙處理辦公室，我將總裁帶到休息室，幫他把西裝脫下來，放到旁邊，當我脫了總裁褲子的時候，不敢看著他，只是繼續幫總裁脫去衣服，就連襪子也一併更換，此時總裁突然抓住我的手，我還是不敢看著總裁，眼睛一直看著地上，總裁突然說，看著我，我有這麼可怕嗎，我這個時候緩緩抬起頭看向總裁，搖了搖頭，總裁一點也不可怕，總裁質問，那你為什麼不敢看我，怕我處罰你嗎，在你們眼力，我就是一個這麼可怕的總裁嗎。我的天啊，總裁到底要怎樣啦，我���很小心謹慎的幫他了啊，我突然被總裁拽到他身上，他抱著我，我心裡想現在又不是在演霸道總裁系列，這是哪招啊，我準備掙脫開來，我好歹也有一個很棒的男友，人家才不像你毀了別人的身體，這個時候，總裁輕輕的親我的臉頰，我的天啊，這個變態來真的啊，我該怎麼辦我該怎麼辦，我突然想到，或許可以利用這一點，讓他愛上我，然後再狠狠的閹了他，這樣我才算真正報仇了，於是我不再抗拒，總裁退下他唯一的一條內褲，又開始脫我的衣服，總裁露出了他勃起22公分長的陰莖，我心裡想，又是一根跟我差不多大的陰莖，就不能有點不一樣嗎，此時總裁撫摸著我的下體，他開始一邊親一邊跟我道歉，要我可以原諒他，不過，我怎麼可能原諒，你可是毀了我的人生的罪魁禍首，他說他對我真的很抱歉，可否不要再生氣了，他願意給我任何我想要的，只要他辦得到，於是我說了，不然你把你的雞巴切下來給我，總裁說，要我切下來還你當然可以，但是目前還沒有技術可以將我的移植給你的科技，我答應你，我只要發明成功了，我一定切下來還你，我裝作很不情願的說，這是你說的喔，於是我又開始挑撥他跟景富的關係，要總裁閹了他，只要在下個月的招募上選中景富就好，總裁說，這樣我就願意原諒他嗎，我感覺自己根本變成蘇妲己這九尾妖狐了，我告訴他，這就看總裁怎麼做囉，總裁毫不猶豫的答應了，我心想我總算可以完成第一個人的報復。

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No Mysta November

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30天迴圈故事(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

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偵探困惑地看著滿地的彩帶與腳印，追隨足跡找到提著紙袋的狐狸。紙袋破裂，橘子滾到裝著人與橘子汁的玻璃杯旁。拿著水果刀的人將橘子切片放入，玻璃杯內外正互道乾杯。

廚師看著水果刀上剩餘的橘子切片，做成好吃的巧克力橘片剛剛好。至於巧克力橘片味道如何？⋯⋯還是先關心一下被炸的廚房吧。打開廚房，廚師的助手燒焦了，而罪魁禍首竟是某某家的龍女僕，她正在幫肌肉精靈尋找回到異界的入口。助手突然開門，龍女僕嚇一跳，不小心噴火燒著了助手。

為了補償，肌肉精靈賦予他「舉重長貓玩偶就可以練出肌肉」的能力，然而比起舉重，助手更喜歡只穿一件帽T，舒服地躺在充滿玩偶的床鋪放鬆。你說白兔玩偶跟助手大腿有點眼熟？你可能在助手上一份打工(兔女郎)看過他吧！

兔女郎的白兔玩偶由化學品混合的白色黴菌組成，是助手的朋友科學家送給他的。除了製造黴菌白兔，科學家也喜歡製造黴菌音符。黴菌音符喜歡待在有人唱歌的地方，尤其是有人在唱Jazz on the Clock的地方。即使是夢到這首歌，黴菌音符也會跑進夢中，讓人長睡不起。除非在家裡辦個派對，否則患者是不會醒來的。

這天，患者的家屬請來派對籌備人員，團長一進門就對他們說「KONINNIT！」團員邊表演邊進門，一顆球就先滾了進來，是最擅長驅趕黴菌音符的派對小丑。家屬是著名的實況主，以不會玩遊���而禿頂聞名。家屬聽完團長的開解放心了不少，並起身替他們泡咖啡，一不小心絆到小丑的表演球。豆子汁在空中滑出漂亮的拋物線，往團長撒去。

團長驚恐地看著滾燙的豆子湯，喊了一句「WTF」腦內開始閃現走馬燈。小時候的團長以為自己有靈異體質，總是遇到奇奇怪怪的事。直到那天，團長喊著一樣的「WTF」，打下了一隻送信的貓頭鷹，沒想到竟然是霍格華茲的入學通知。分類帽讓他進了赫夫帕夫，度過快樂的求學時光。

雖然施展護法咒得心應手，但是筆試卻沒考上正氣師。找不到工作的團長只能處理科學家引起的黴菌音符，偶爾還接點照顧哄睡小孩的工作。小孩有一隻可愛水豚玩偶，讓團長接了一份動物園的打工。走馬燈結束，豆子湯並沒有潑在他身上，於是團長繼續繁忙的打工生活。

第三份打工是擔任動物園水豚的工讀生，泡溫泉的太好了，舒服到快要融化在水中。第四份打工是跟拍委託人的老公，為了配合工作需求，換了一身比較潮的衣服，假裝買完東西在等車，順便拍花發發廢文的小年輕，為了不被發現還常常躲在樹叢中，把鴿子當作掩護。

下一份打工是幫麵包店招攬生意，那群鴿子把他當成食物啄食，讓他相當困擾。結束一天的打工，一片楓葉落下，他才發覺秋天的到來。像個小孩，開心地撲進落葉堆中。

團長開始一場說走就走的旅程，行李牌還是那天的落葉。他欣賞著滿天星空，拿著手機想要拍照留念。一顆流星滑過天際，根本來不及許願。團長認出了天空中唯一知道的星座一一狐狸座。一顆流星只是開始，接著下起了流星雨。

然而那只是流星嗎？流星在某處落地，白色的生物從凹洞爬出，他們手拿著彩砲，似乎要趕往某個地方。他們拉響彩砲正在彩排，沒想到放假的某人已經到了門口。他們慌忙躲起來，某人打開家門，困惑地看著滿地的彩帶。白色的生物，也可以稱作小錯誤，一起拉響彩砲，歡迎休息一個月的Mysta Rias回歸。

隔天，調查流星坑洞���偵探困惑地看著滿地的彩帶與腳印，追隨足跡找到提著紙袋的狐狸。紙袋破裂，橘子滾到裝著人與橘子汁的玻璃杯旁。拿著水果刀的人將橘子切片放入，玻璃杯內外正互道乾杯。廚師看著水果刀上剩餘的橘子切片，做成好吃的巧克力橘片剛剛好。

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我：連起來看真的蠻壯觀的

朋友：自己誇自己(　′∀`)σ≡σ☆))Д′)

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一段难忘的挨操经歷

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我是0.5，主要做1，喜欢操比我高大威猛的0，尤其是大鸡巴0，看著这些健壮的男人臣服在我鸡巴下发骚的样子，很满足。可能是因为做多了1的缘故吧，有些单调厌烦了，越发想尝尝被人操的滋味，无奈我的菊花比较小，有时候便便稍硬都会出血，看到大鸡巴也只能望洋兴嘆，没有合適大小的鸡巴也只能不了了之。

直到有一天遇到一个网友，他號称纯1，我们本来说好和他一起找0玩的，视频看了下他鸡巴，嗯，不错，乾净直溜，又勾起我做0的欲望了，便改了主意。

於是我开好房间洗好澡在被窝里等他，不一会，门铃响了，我去开门，长得还不错，挺男人的，身材也很健壮魁梧，一打听，山东爷们，是我喜欢的类型，后面称它为强哥吧，简单的冲洗过后，便拉开了我难忘的挨操序幕：

首先是我躺著，有些小紧张，强哥厚实的嘴唇在我身上、耳边、脖子游动，吹著热气，配合舌头舔的动作，让我舒服的放鬆下来，同时他的手也不闲著，一边捏我的乳头，一边捏我的屁股，同时有意无意地触碰我敏感的鸡巴，但却挑逗似的故意不直接刺激它。

我看著自己被眼前的这个男人玩弄于股掌，心里痒痒的，不禁有些期待起来，嗯，要的就是这种感觉，我闭起眼睛享受著。这时他在我耳边用他雄性低沉的嗓音呢喃了一句，“准备好了吗？哥要开始操你了！”，听到这句生疏的话，我不禁有些害羞，但鬼使神差的立马点头回应起来。

接下来我的菊花感到一丝凉意，强哥的半截手指进来了，他非常温柔，仅仅是半截，並轻轻搅动著，我没有感觉到任何不適，只希望他手指继续搅拌下去，只可惜他没有按我的节奏，他脱下裤子，露出他细长的鸡巴，我稍微松了口气，这个鸡巴我应该能吃得消。

简单给他口了几下，强哥便带上套子，准备用他的武器攻击我了，顿时我又开始有些害怕，紧张、激动，因为我感觉到火热的鸡巴已经兵临城下了，我知道我的城门稍一放鬆它便会长驱直入，便用力夹紧了我的菊花。强哥看出了我的紧张，一边揉搓著我的胸部，舌头已贴到我唇上来，这时我突然有一种被佔有的感觉，菊花一松，鸡巴便进来了1/3，还好，没有特別疼，这时候我也不紧张了，今天我不就是要尝尝被操的滋味吗，我配合的张开菊花，做往外使劲的动作，这个细长的武器便迅速佔据了我的甬道，丝毫不给我留任何余地。

我能感觉他顶的很深，强哥也爱惜的没有抽动，带著男性磁性的声音问我感觉怎么样，我觉得顶的太里面了，像是到了阳心，微微有些疼，於是收缩菊花，想把它挤出去一些，但是我很快发现这个努力是徒劳的，这杆枪非常霸道的在我的菊花里面呆著，没有任何移动。

我靠深呼吸放鬆自己的身体，强哥也揉著我的蛋蛋和鸡巴，几分钟后疼痛感渐渐消失，强哥也隨之慢慢的动了起来，除了轻微的疼没什么特別的感觉，尤其是菊花里面，难怪很多0都说主要是来自于心理上的快感，看著强哥在我身上不紧不慢的耕耘著，听著啪啪的声响，这就是被操的声音，非常强势，无可挣扎。

这种感觉，天哪，我已经被一个陌生男人操了，一种被征服感迅速升起，我的自尊心、羞耻心在这样的活塞运动中渐渐褪去，这一刻，只有性，没有其他。强哥看我有点適应了，便放弃传统动作，开始玩起花样来，接下来这个姿势让我至今流连忘返：

强哥让我跪在床上，大腿儘量分开，屁股往后撅，他贴身跪在我身后，大腿顶在我两腿之间，限制我大腿併拢，同时鸡巴抵在我的菊花口，双手拉住我的手，反剪扣在我背后，和我说了句“我要开始干你啦！”我知道又要准备挨操了，此时我没有重心，手也没有著力点，一切都在他的掌控之中，隨著缓慢的插入，我感觉到菊花逐渐被填满，强哥马上就要开始抽动了，我感觉大腿在发抖，本能地想要加紧大腿却因为强哥大腿的限制无能为力，强哥这招太狠了。

我只能求他慢一点，温柔点，他像个勇士一样主宰著我的快乐和痛楚，忽快忽慢，九浅一深的操著我，我的鸡巴在他的操弄下失神的前后甩动著，完全没有之前操別人时的坚硬挺拔，像是完全臣服在强哥的雄风之下，被他狠狠的教训著，无奈的低下了头。龟头前面淫水不听使唤的往下流，我低下头看自己鸡巴的样子，发现自己彻底被操服了，仅有的一丝反抗的念头也在强哥一阵阵有力的衝击下消失的无影无踪。

强哥仍然不紧不慢的操著我，一边说著：“哥操的你爽不爽？”，“喜欢哥操不？”，要是平时，我可能会不好意思回答，但现在我已经���浸在这淫荡的氛围中，一个劲的「嗯嗯、啊啊…」的答应著。渐渐地，菊花著力点处涌现出一种酥麻的感觉，並且兴奋感越来越强烈，我求强哥快点操我，强哥没有理会，仍按他的节奏，我明显觉得已经把持不住了，快感在我体內涌动，但无能为力，全身都在强哥的控制下，只能等快感一点点累积。

终於，一股热流穿出的体外，身体像触电似的抖动起来，这个时候强哥才开始使劲快速抽插，杆杆见底，我发现强哥真是个性爱高手，这个时候快感比之前来的强烈的多，比我之前任何一次打飞机或操別人都来得爽，我完全不能自持的发出声音，活生生被操射了，一股股精液隨著强哥的动作，一个衝刺一波，连射了七、八股，这才叫不由自主的被操射，我之前也操射过別人，不过远没有这种1捅一下，0就喷出来一些的强烈的视觉刺激，我开始嫉妒这位强哥高超的操人技巧，不得不说，我这次真被他操爽了。

射完后，我像一个俘虏一样低著头仍被双手反剪控制著，强哥还没射，但他体贴的没有抽动，我大口的喘气，回味刚才的激情，夸讚著强哥的操人技巧，准备帮强哥打出来。这时强哥贴著我的耳根来了句，“別著急，这才到哪啊，一会让你爽上天！”，我是既害怕又期待，今天真是遇到极品1了。

（二）

做1的都有相似的心理，总喜欢把身下的0操的嗷嗷乱叫，发骚、瘫软求饶，並且越是大鸡巴操的越过癮，快慢结合，以点带面，哪怕使出浑身解数，累的吭哧、吭哧，也要满足自己的征服欲。不过时间一长也就审美疲劳，就像再好吃的菜也要换换口味，这次我就打定主意要享受下被操的滋味，要不然总觉得缺了些什么，我一直坚信，没做过0的1人生是不完整的。

强哥让我充分享受了被动的角色，他命令我从床上爬起来，这时我才觉得菊花处传来一阵阵火辣辣的感觉，摸了一下，还好没有出血，这也是我选细长鸡巴的原因，安全第一嘛。我们来到洗手间，强哥把水调好，让我弯下腰去，把屁股翘起来，一股温柔的水流在我菊花四周飞溅，强哥仔细地给我清洗、按摩，我闭起眼睛享受著，菊花发送的舒展著，射完精后的不適应也逐渐消散，突然一个温热的东西贴了上来，我扭头从镜子里一看，强哥的头正贴著我的骚屁股，用舌头给我按摩呢。

顿时我觉得害臊了起来，非常不好意思的说，“强哥，別舔，那里脏。”

强哥呵呵了两句“没事，我不嫌你脏，你好好享受，一会把你送上天！”，说罢，强哥舔得更卖力了，我感觉菊花周围的嫩肉不停被强哥灵巧的舌头刮蹭，像是有千万只小虫在爬，痒痒的，心里明明害羞却不想让强哥停下了，我脸贴在浴室的墙上，仅仅抓住前面的扶手，我决定终於我肉体的感觉，只希望时间定格在这一刻。

慢慢的，我的鸡巴渐渐抬起了头，阴囊也由刚才鬆散的状態变得收缩成紧致的一坨，儘管我想掩饰，想多享受一下强哥技巧高超的舔弄，无奈身体上的变化出卖了我，强哥很快注意到了这个变化，停下来，用力拍了下我的屁股，“恢復的挺快啊，小骚货！”，“强哥，操我吧！”，我也不想装下去了，我很期待强哥一会要用什么方法操我。

“给你毛巾，擦乾了到镜子前等我。”，强哥的语气不容推脱，我听话的来到酒店穿衣镜前，相信大多数的酒店都有这样的落地镜子，站在镜子前，整个身体一览无余，我从上到下审视著自己健壮的身躯，鼓动的喉结，褐色的乳头，紧致的腰肢和小腹，略微勃起的鸡巴，粗壮的大腿。想像著之前操別人英勇的姿势，感觉全身上下都散发著一股威严。

而今天我要做0了，被另一个比我更高更壮的男人主宰著，臣服在他的大鸡巴下，任他挖掘我的骚劲，操出我的淫虫。

“把腰弯下！”强哥不知道啥时候已经来我的身后，把我立马从幻想中拉了出来，我只好笨拙的低下腰肢，“再低点！”，我感到有些屈辱，但仍继续往下，穿过我的襠，我看到强哥的健硕的大睾丸若隱若现，鼓鼓的，性欲非常旺盛的样子，我甚至能想像出它以后击打我屁股的情形。

强哥並不急於操进来，而是抚摸我撅起的屁股，光洁的后背，我费力的抬头看了眼，镜子里的我被迫弯腰屈膝的贴在镜前，像一条待操的母狗，散发著非常淫荡的气息，后面的壮汉略叉开双腿，熟练的挑逗著我，强哥一只手揉捏著我的屁股，另一只伸手从后面用力的捏我的蛋蛋，我有点疼，但又有点爽，想叫却发不出声音，只能更卖力的撅起屁股，轻微的扭动著，仿佛在求强哥快点进入正题。

我这一刻深刻感受到什么叫被人玩弄於股掌之间，也开始有点明白为什么0被操后会依赖於1，因为你乖乖趴下的那一刻，就决定了自己的身体交由身后这个男人来控制，是爽是疼、一切计画、一切节奏完全掌握在这个男人手中，而自己只有等著被操的份。

想到这里，我的头无奈的垂了下去，这时候，强哥调整了一下我脚分开的角度，我深呼吸了一口，因为我明显感觉到一个火热坚硬的东西已经到了我的洞口。

（三）

我继续用手扶在镜子前，脸贴著玻璃，身体稍稍前倾，双脚分开45度，儘量地撅起屁股，屏住呼吸，小心臟扑通扑通，略带忐忑，同时又期待后面的鸡巴破门而入，强哥的武器匀速的推进，有了刚才的扩充，这次稍微顺利一些，没有太大的阻碍，像是经过润滑的活塞，硬邦邦、直挺挺的冲进我身体里最柔软的部位，我闭著眼睛仔细体会著这个过程，甬道一寸一寸的逐渐被攻陷，菊花规律的收缩著，但显然没有太多的防守能力，直到强哥健硕饱满的阴囊也贴到我菊花，我真实的感受到菊花已经彻底沦陷了。整个过程可能就十几秒，对我来说却像是一场长达数年的没有硝烟的战爭，而我是被攻陷的那方。

强哥很爽的「啊」了一声，拖著成年男性成熟的嗓音，仿佛在举旗宣告战爭胜利，这时候他的旗帜就是身下那根引以为傲的肉棒，一抖一抖的仿佛在戏謔调戏著我，而我的菊花，一般都是只出��入的菊花，此时却被身后的这个男人全盘插入，进退不能，身心都被牢牢的控制著，我突然有种丧权辱国的感觉，於是非常有限的扭动上身表达我反抗的情绪。

强哥看到我扭动，以为我发骚了，「啪」一下在我屁股上来了一巴掌，“小骚货，这么快就发骚了啊，等下有你受的！”。打得我屁股火辣辣的，我觉得好刺激了，非常配合的回应：“哥哥，我再也不敢了，求你轻点操我吧！”，同时调整脚的位置，奉上我最柔软的菊花。强哥这才满意的扶住我的小腰，挺著他的大鸡巴开始抽动起来，就像是启动一辆汽车，鬆开离合，放下手刹开始上路了。

后面的鸡巴「噗嗤、噗嗤」的蹂躪著我的小穴，说实话並没有像很多小说中描述的那样怎么怎么爽，我的菊花周围隨著有规律的撞击是有种被按摩的感觉，但內部並没有太多的感受，可能跟这段位置並没有丰富的神经末梢有关吧，反而是有时候插的过快或者撞击到了某些特殊位置的会有点疼，我之前也对很多激情文字的真实性持怀疑態度，这次亲身体会更加印证了我这个判断，所以我现在並不喜欢看那一类文章，太过於缺乏真实感，完全是凭空想像出来的。

言归正传，我默默的承受著这一阵阵的撞击，蛋蛋打在我屁股上发出「啪啪啪」的声音，强哥肯定是个高手，他看我露出痛苦的表情，一只手不断在我身后游走，大力的揉捏我的屁股，按摩我的乳头这些敏感部位，鸡巴虽放慢节奏但仍然非常有力的操著我，並没有要放过我的意思，既展示他鸡巴的威严，又体现他体贴的柔情，真是个刚柔並济的汉子。

也许是强哥的爱抚让我的注意力得到了分散，或者是菊花渐渐適应了这种撞击，疼痛感没有刚才强烈了，偶尔有那么一两下还觉得挺舒服，我的眉头渐渐舒展开来，这时我开始睁开眼睛看著镜子里这个精壮的男人，看著他坚毅的脸庞，孔武有力的双手，匀称结实的身躯，还有一下一下带点���子气的操人动作，虽然不快，但非常扎实有力，次次直达我阳心，心理上的快感战胜了身体的不適，作为此时正主宰著我的快乐和痛苦的男人，我的这一切变化强哥尽收眼底，他看我没哼的那么厉害了，开始继续採用下一步的攻势。

果然，他托起了我的蛋蛋，我的蛋蛋外形、体积也还不错，饱满而又有质感，以前是小0们的最爱，他们都喜欢跪在我脚下给我舔弄，含在嘴里玩吞吞吐吐的游戏。

但今天强哥可没有要给我舔的意思，他一边保持著刚才的节奏，用力的操著我，一边不紧不慢的滑动我的蛋蛋，对我蛋蛋来说，他的手心非常温暖，两只睾丸在他手心里非常舒服的运动著，快感在体內积聚，前列腺也在他的玩弄下愈发充血膨胀了起来，我似乎明白了强哥的诀窍，因为刚开始的时候，前列腺没有完全膨胀，强哥基本上刺激不到我的阳心，尤其有时候我会刻意躲避那个又酥又麻的位置，但隨著他对我睾丸的强烈刺激，前列腺跟著充血体积壮大，他的每次抽插次次都能命中我的阳心，而我更是无从躲起。

睾丸传来的快感，让我没有动力拿开他的手，菊花內前列腺的双重刺激又让我欲罢不能，就这样，快感像电流一样从我的阳心传送到全身每个角落，而他的鸡巴就是这套精密系统的发动机，是控制这一切快感的源泉。

在一波波的快感衝击下，我像一只在风雨中飘摇的小舟，承受著巨浪的拍打但位置却被固定在强哥的双手和鸡巴之间，撞出去等到以为快脱离这个鸡巴的侵犯时，又被无奈的拉回来。

一次又一次，反復不止，我的眼神越来越迷离，我试图擼动因为疼痛而软下去的鸡巴，却被强哥严厉喝止：“这一刻，你身体的一切都由要听我的命令！”而事实上，我的身体真的像是已经背叛了我，完全在他的控制下，並且鸡巴也真的神奇的一次次被操硬，强哥更加得意的耸动他的鸡巴，“看吧，你的鸡巴现在也臣服於我的鸡巴了，我的鸡巴让他硬，他就得硬，你等著，一会我还要命令它射精！”。

我低头瞧瞧我鸡巴那高高挺起又不停晃来晃去的贱样，暗自骂了句“靠，真JB不爭气！”

我两手扶著镜子，由於屁股往后撅的厉害，脚尖也不由自主的踮了起来，承受著后面强哥一波波有力的衝击，时间一长，大腿被操的酸软发抖，我提议到床上去玩，强哥痛快的答应了。

我舒服的趴在床上，脸歪著贴在枕头上，身体感受著棉质被套柔滑的触感，回想著刚才经歷那暴风骤雨般的袭击，终於能喘上一口气了但是很快，强哥赤身裸体的跳上了床，还挑逗式的用脚掌踩了踩我的屁股，说道：“小圆屁股挺性感的嘛，撅起来点，让哥哥好好伺候你！”。

「伺候」这个词让我我不禁又一阵害臊，但更多的是刺激与期待，一面想著强哥一会要怎么玩呢，一面配合著把屁股拱了起来，幅度不是很大，但鸡巴已经离开了床面，紧接著一双大手对著我的屁股肆意的揉捏了起来，强哥的手宽厚略带粗糙，一定是没少干体力活，这样的一双大手几乎盖过我两瓣屁股，交替抚摸玩弄著，轻中带重，时不时的还从我身体两侧或大腿之间伸进去，揉捏我的鸡巴和蛋蛋，这种似有似无的抚摸让我非常受用，温存中有带著男人的野性，使我心甘情愿的奉献我身体最为隱私的部分，一览无余的供身后这个男人隨意享用。

我舒服的都快要沉醉了，直到一根手指非常自然的插入我的菊花，非常顺利，没有任何阻碍，我调皮的收缩我的菊花，让强哥感受我的紧致，强哥手指轻轻的转了转，“別急，还有呢，呵呵！”很快第二根也进来了，这次我没敢回应，生怕强哥继续三根四根的弄进来。

还好强哥比较疼惜我，两根都抽了出去，给我菊花加了点油，又给自己的大鸡巴加了点，强哥这时开足马力，准备大干一场了。

强哥把擦手的毛巾一扔，顺势扑在我身上，我的身体被他紧紧包围著，压迫的力度也刚刚好，温暖踏实，说实话，就这样被搂著，啥也不干，我也非常乐意，有种被保护被呵护的感觉，这正是我做0想要找的东西。更何况屁股上紧贴那火热的傢伙也提醒我，绝不可能啥也不干的。

那傢伙一跳一跳的，让我想起蓄势待发的摩托车，响起阵阵的轰鸣，而主宰这个硬傢伙的强哥此时牢牢抓住我的手腕，脚顶住我的小腿，仿佛我就是那辆他轻鬆驾驭的摩托。

我再一次被完全控制住，强哥总是这样，在开动之前就已经把我降服，让我丝毫没有还手能力，只能乖乖的任由他摆佈。这次和前几次不同，

我们全身上下大多数部位都紧贴著，强哥还呼呼地在我肩颈边催著热气，我感受到一种水乳交融的感觉，整个身心都被强哥所拥有。强哥没有要用手的意思，身下的大傢伙不停在我菊花附近滑来滑去，寻找最有利於进攻的位置，我虽然手脚受制，膝盖也勉强可以挪动些许，配合著让我的菊花快些早到后面这个冒冒失失的大傢伙，因为此刻，我被挑逗的也有点等不及了。

突然，我感觉到菊花口和强哥的大鸡巴契合上了，像是打桩机的头对准了位置，我括约肌还紧紧的闭著，我想是不是要完全放鬆放他进来，但想到之前的疼痛又有些犹豫，就在我迟疑不觉得时候，一股衝击力贯穿而来，直接突破所有防线，直达阳心！！

我倒吸了一头凉气，忍不住哼出声来，“啊！疼……”强哥这次没说话，鸡巴也没再动，只觉得他握我手腕的力道更强了，舌头一边舔我的脖子，我感觉到脖子凉凉的，软软的，有些舒服，但还是无法忽略菊花后面传来阵阵疼痛，难受的直哼哼，强哥放开我的手腕，双手分別从我的腋下穿过，紧紧扳著我的肩膀，我和他之间贴的更近了，我感受著他胸膛的温度，甚至还能感觉到他的心跳。

一系列的动作让我分散了注意力，菊花那里貌似也没有变的更疼，我深呼吸了一口，呼吸的节奏也慢慢平缓了起来，不再像刚才哼的那么厉害。强哥搂我肩膀的手也放鬆了下来，一只手还摸起我的乳头来。

我小心翼翼的调整了一下姿势，適应强哥的角度，过程中强哥稍微抽出一些鸡巴，缓缓的，坚硬的，未等我回过神来，很快又重新填了进来。强哥问“宝贝，好点了没？”，虽然还有些疼，我被强哥男人磁性的声音一刺激，不由自主的点了点头，紧接著，强哥开始抽动，过程漫长而绵绵不绝，我闭上眼，仿佛看到工地上打桩机，「啪啪啪」的往下击打的场景，我能想像当前的画面和打桩机是何等相似。

强哥雨点般的攻势下，我努力的承受迎合著。「啪啪啪」每每都落到实处，我像一个做错事的孩子，默默接受这一切。强哥重心仍在我背上，抽查的幅度不是那么大，但声音却出奇的大，啪啪啪不绝於耳，我还能感受到蛋蛋击打我洞口的感觉，大棒子欺负我就罢了，你们俩也来教训我，简直就是帮凶，哼哼！

强哥这次似乎没有前几次怜香惜玉，可能他估摸我也不会有太大的问题了，便不管不顾的操起来，我做一的时候有这种体会，不少0就是喜欢1爷们一点，不用太顾及他们的感受，我此刻也有相同的感觉，虽然生理上希望他能慢一点，轻一点，可以减少疼痛，但心理上却又喜欢他这样爷们的横衝直撞，按他自己的思路操我，整个过程全然託付与他，每一次撞击都能带来新鲜感。於是我咬紧牙关，疼中带爽的享受著，享受著后面爷们的撞击也好，惩罚也好，一切开心就好。

这时，强哥保持恒定的速度操我的同时，手也开始不安分起来，一会抚摸我的胸部，一会伸下去抚摸我的大腿和腹股沟，搞得我又睾丸紧缩，努力想发射又一波了，不行，我这样非被强哥操死不可，我假装膝盖支撑不住，屁股往下一沉，大鸡巴一不留神从我菊花中溜了出来。“强哥，我想坐单人沙发上，你站著操我。”强哥也许不知道，这是我使出的一招缓兵之计……