Blade Online

December 25th.

It's Christmas.

The time now is 9 pm.

We were flirting in our beds in the room where we intentionally turned off the lights.

I stroke my crisp, palpable brunette as she hugs her tiny body with one hand sitting on my lap. I smell fluffy shampoo.

"Mr. Akatsuki..."

I'm going to give you a voice to sweeten on your knees, so I'm going to give you a stronger hug, and I'm going to stroke your head with all right in my mouth. He leaks a small exhale and leaves his body completely with me.

"She's cute."

I say that in my ear as I whisper.

This is the story of IF.

What if a world like this is just a bunch of crap that unfolds when life fits?

"Lew."

In Lew's case.

Me and Lew started dating about a year after we got back from Breon.

It was motivated by Lew's visit to my house by herself to discuss pathways, interpersonal relationships, etc.

We both didn't think it would be this relationship at first. Lew will talk to you and I'll answer that. That's all it had to do with anything. Since when has that been a relationship that we seek each other out.

I have not yet imitated it to cross the line. We just hug each other and talk to each other and they fill us up.

Since I started dating Lew, I have become alienated from Lynn, Tsubaki, and the Seven Seas. But I'm fine. As long as Lew is around, I'm good.

"Mmm... akatsuki,"

Crawl your lips on Lew's neck. White and beautiful skin that I don't think of as a man. Liu leaks a small exhalation as she gently sucks on her moist neck muscles to suck. We can't see each other in the dark room, but we can still feel Lew. Warm.

This degree of skinship has fit several times before. But today Lew is hardening his body like he's nervous. Probably, you're guessing. That we're gonna cross the line today.

A little prank sprouted up, and I licked Lew's neck with a smudge.

"No hiccup."

A little soggy.

Lew turns around screaming like a girl. I laughed unexpectedly.

"Mmm."

Lew swells his cheeks, tears in his eyes and a stubborn gaze. The expression inspired me to be sadistic, and I lick Lew's neck even more.

Lew shivers his body with Bikun, moving his body in an attempt to resist. I don't miss holding Lew's body down with both hands.

Lew screams every time he moves his tongue. Gradually losing his ability to resist, he just leaked his wheeze.

"Huh..."

Lew is holding his own mouth and desperately pressing his voice to death. I wanted to hear more of Lew's voice, trying to peel off the hand that's blocking my mouth - -.

"What are you doing?"

I heard a voice suddenly from behind.

The pores all over his body open and the sweat blows out simultaneously. My body is stiff.

That looks like Lew's with me, freezing his body in my arms.

Looking back, Lynn stood.

"I wonder what you're doing"

Flat voice.

Flat voice the same as usual. It was therefore irresistibly thin and irresistibly creepy. I'm laughing at my mouth, but those eyes aren't laughing. The eyes that have lost all light will shoot us through.

Get your arms off Lew and I'll stand up slowly. My legs tremble and I can't stand up as I think.

Lynn sees the condition without changing her expression in any way. That scared me helplessly.

"Yes, no, look, it's not. I was just having a little fun with Lew."

"On Christmas, turn down my invitation, in such a dark room?"

"No, I'm going to call Lynn later."

A painful excuse. My tongue doesn't move the way I think. My head turns white and I don't get a good word out of it. My body trembles. My fingertips are small and cramped. My mouth is tense and sticky. When you swallow saliva, it's like you're tangled up in your throat.

"Ugh."

"Li, Lin?"

"Uhhhhhhh. Funny thing to say, Akatsuki. Is this the time? I think I already had dinner. Ugh."

Something's wrong with Lynn. I'm laughing like crazy. I once saw something close to this grin several times. With katanas, hand axes, and warrior needles. A grin close to them, even if of different kinds.

Instinct is alarming.

Something sucks.

The lew at your feet has hardened out of fear. I'm trembling in small pieces.

"No, Mr. Akatsuki, why are you dumping me with Lew when you said you'd stay with me forever?"

"Li, Lin, Chi"

"No, you can't."

Lynn took a step forward.

That's when I finally realize.

Lynn is turning her hands back. Do you have anything? If you have it, what is it?

When I thought about it that much, I ran a Zun and a heavy impact on my abdomen.

"Huh?"

There was a knife stung in my belly.

Why, what? Hey, why, you know,

"I don't need Mr. Akatsuki like that"

Zupuri and blade are pulled out of the belly. The blade is red and black and wet with my blood. There's null and tecateca and red bright red blood with blood erupting from the belly.

My stomach's hot, hot, cold, cold. My body can't stand cold. My vision's shaking. I can hear Lew screaming.

Painful, painful, cold eyes. I didn't have dark electricity on them. I need electricity, electricity,

"I don't need Mr. Akatsuki like that. Ooh. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Samurai.

In the event of a fire.

Holy night.

Inside a karaoke room lit by colorful lights like yellow and pink, I was singing some pretty old songs with a guy. The other person has a pretty sinister voice.

"I knew the song would be good"

Take a breath after singing. Man as he hangs on the couch - Kekamaku said so.

Even thin jaws, tight flesh with no waste, eye-catching like shooting, dark hair twisted like wet.

It's winter, but it's jeans and a white shirt. The chest and abs that are emerging from the shirt are successful.

I've had people look at me naked before, but my whole body muscles are awesome. I can feel suppleness and ambition from my forged deltoids, biceps, triceps and forearm muscles. The cap muscles, the broad-spinned muscles, and the vertebral erector muscles are so forged that when they exert their strength, they appear as if they were ghosts. The upper body is not the only one being trained. The Grand Hall muscle is tightened to the extreme and feels artistic. The shape of the biceps femoris is also great.

Kedaimaru said that this muscle was not gained through muscle training, but was apparently worn in the course of 'work'.

Kemaku's muscle strength is terrific. I have enough power to wonder if people's heads can be squeezed just by gripping them.

"Even so, I didn't expect to have this relationship with you."

When I put Mike on my desk, he reached out to me, licking his tongue. He grabs his arm and makes it irresistible.

When I came back to reality, I started again in the middle of a certain job. How many times did it take him to get killed? But he's settled into his current relationship.

"Keh, keh. It's a karaoke room, surveillance cameras."

"Kuhihi, there's no surveillance cameras here. It's a great place for a deal or something. Don't call me that all over again. I told you it was Kukuri."

"Ku, Kukuri"

Don't call me names. Kukuri smiles satisfactorily. Then he keeps grabbing my arm, and he keeps his face close.

"I thought we were busy fucking kids when we killed each other in that world. Wow, it's cute when we conquer each other like this, Oi"

I don't even try to hide my feelings of abuse.

Kukuri always holds me down like this and flaunts me unilaterally. It's an S. I'm not an M, but I have to be in front of Kukri.

Hold my arms down with one hand, Kukuri reaches for my blade with the other. Mine is a blade, but Kukuri's is a demon sword. A demon swordsman who ravages everything with just one blade that can't be fattened. That's the crunch.

And eventually, with the Blade and the Devil's Sword, our Blade Online begins.

For the hand axe.

"Say I love you a hundred times, Mr. Akatsuki."

"... Love, Love, Love, Love..."

"Ah, you bit it. Please stroke my head as punishment."

On Christmas Day, I had a Christmas party in the house alone with my hand axe. When I say party, we both eat cheese fondue and cake, and then we just flirt as usual.

In the punishment game, I stroke my hand axe head.

Dark-haired big head, body that only looks like an elementary school student, white skin like snow. The hand axe looks pretty neat, and it's going to be mistaken for a doll, if anything.

Except for the age of such a hand axe, it is surprisingly over twenty. He's older than me.

When I heard that, I thought my heart would stop.

Katana seems to be an axe brother (sister?) and a few years older.

"Well, you can't be satisfied with a stroke like that."

The axe grabbed my arm when I said so, and brought it to my neck.

The eyes of the axe that look at me are swinging. Order me to punish you next with my pink little lips.

"Strangle me, please"

I tighten my hand axe's neck enough to make a critical noise. My fingers eat into my bright white neck and turn bright red.

The hand axe does not make you feel bitter, rather it is neck-tightened with a tranced look. The face of the hand axe, which turned bright red, gradually stains blue and white. The saliva falls zero from the edge of the lip, which is starting to turn white.

"Huh... hahahahahaha"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

When I let go of my finger, my hand axe coughed in momentum. I raise my hand and control it when I try to call to see if I'm okay. For a while, all I hear in the room is me and my rough hand axe breath.

"It's great, Akatsuki."

That's what the recovered hand axe says with a lucid look. The expression was very seductive.

The sexuality of the hand axe is changing.

He likes to suffer.

The hand axe loves to be strangled, hurt with a knife, beaten, and all that pain.

"Because of this, my colleagues call me Argophilia."

"Painful Hobbies (Argophilia).................."

Honestly, the hand axe is unusual. The same goes for her painful hobbies, and the work she does is off track. My personality, my ability to recognize, everything is wrong.

The hand axe is crazy.

But I like her like this.

I fell in love.

So I shook Lynn. I won't be in touch with Lynn anymore. Otherwise, the hand axe could kill Lynn.

I feel lonely that I'll never see Lynn again.

Gush.

Something stings.

What? I'm sorry.

When I turned my gaze toward the noise, there was a knife stabbed in my thigh. At the moment of perception, heat strikes my thigh rather than pain.

"Ugh, no."

"Mr. Akatsuki, you've told me not to think about other women when you're with me."

I grind the knife with my hand axe stuck in my thigh to see where I took it from.

Hot as the wound area burns. The discomfort of having foreign objects in the meat. It conveys a coolness that is hot but bottom-cold from some of the meat. The feel of a knife blade.

"Mr. Akatsuki, Mr. Akatsuki, Mr. Akatsuki, Mr. Akatsuki"

"Wow, okay. Sorry, hand axe. I got it, I got it. Forgive me, I have you, because I'm the best."

A knife is pulled out of his thigh by making a noise with a nickel. The blade has black blood and flesh fragments sticking perfectly to it.

"True?"

"Ah, oh. It's true."

"Mmm, okay! Be careful."

"Oh, oh."

"Are you okay, scratches"

"It's all right."

The hand axe smiles at my response and brings the knife closer to my mouth. I peek my bright red tongue from my lips and lick my blood and flesh pieces attached to the blade. As he crawled his tongue until the knife was clean, the hand axe slowly moved his mouth and swallowed it.

"There's someone I know who's called Cannibalism, but I kind of know how that person feels. Ah, Akatsuki, you're delicious."

"Oh well."

To be honest, I have a fear for my hand axe.

Abnormality sticking the knife out fine, innocence like a young child trampling an ant.

I had a feeling that one day I'd be killed by an axe.

But.

But that's okay.

I love the axe.

So I don't mind if I get killed.

I'm so happy.

"Mr. Akatsuki, Mr. Akatsuki, Mr. Akatsuki. I like it. I love it. I love you. It convinces me that I was born to meet you. I don't think I could have had such a good day without you.

What, you're not gonna rap today?

Uh, hey, when I'm with Mr. Akatsuki, I'm tense. And it's Christmas.

Do you hate me for being so tense, Mr. Akatsuki? Do you think it's depressing or disgusting?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't hate, don't hate, don't hate, don't hate.

Don't you hate...? Is that true? Is it really, really true? Absolutely? Absolutely not?

Good.

I, Mr. Akatsuki, can't live if you hate me.

I would kill myself if Mr. Akatsuki hated me, not as a joke or something. It really is. It's not a lie or anything, really.

So don't hate me, Mr. Akatsuki - don't kill me, please.

Haha, I believe you, Akatsuki. "