It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Forced homology without consent is equivalent to spiritual rape!

"Anyway, it's the same - doing something like forcing subordinates! Don't you think it's too much!"

With both hands pushing hard against each other’s shoulders, bent knees pressed against each other’s abdomen to separate them from each other, the teenager was almost using both hands and feet, and pressed against the man who was pressing on him, clenching his teeth and staring at each other fiercely. .

The hands that had been pressed hard against Troll's shoulder were grasped, raised high above the head, pressed against the sofa, and the bent knee was pushed away. After losing the power of Gamma, Mute, who had almost no resistance, could only watch the man pressed against him bite off the snowy glove with his mouth, and the metal ring on his wrist split into two halves, half of which He flew down and pressed against his neck.

The cold touch of Troll's fingertips stroking the skin on his neck made the most sensitive skin tremble, the whole body was suppressed and could not move at all, and Mute could only watch it with his eyes open. The filaments linking each other's spirits came to him lightly and softly.

He was anxious and tried to struggle, but his hands pressed against his head couldn't help.

Seeing that the filament had become entangled in his neck, he clenched his teeth and burst out a word.

"I look down on you!"

The man who suppressed Mute looked down at him, the gloomy eyes in the narrow and long phoenix eyes, and the faint blue fell into the darkness.

The hand without snow gloves reached over and gently stroked the forehead of the teenager. There was no expression on Troll's face, and what Mute wanted to irritate him seemed to have no effect.

He just answered two words.

He said, "Is it."

The last word fell off, glaring at the young pupil of Troll’s pupil suddenly enlarged, the spiritual barrier was broken, and the outside things that did not belong to him forcibly invaded.

The unspeakable taste that was invaded into his thoughts caused Mute's pupil to tremble violently. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound. He could clearly feel that there was something invisible , Slow, but incredibly hard to invade his spirit—

Mute intended to resist the invasion of the other party. However, the spiritual power of the invasion was too familiar, and it had been entangled and fused with him countless times-it almost became an inertia.

When his consciousness had not yet responded, his mental power had been gently opened, and slowly blended with the other side-and just before the spiritual power of each other was about to merge, Mute forcibly restrained the kind of wanting. Accept the instinct of the other party and desperately want to push the other party away.

Now it has become a very strange state.

If you have to describe it, I don’t know whether it’s better to use ‘want to refuse to welcome’ or ‘want to refuse to welcome’

… It can also be said that it is a half-push...

And this half and half of the strange feelings invaded, and it was unclear whether it was uncomfortable, or there were other things. Mute only felt that there was a momentary blankness in consciousness, and the body began to tremble slightly instinctively.

"Do not……"

The pupils were a little loose, and Mutter murmured unconsciously.

Troll leaned over, his lips were thin, and his lip color was very light, like the arc of the blade, with the coolness and hardness of the blade.

"accept me."

He whispered, undoubtedly, tough. He could already feel his spirit blending into the other party, and the teenager under him was resisting his invasion. He knew that, but he was still forced into the other party's spirit.

Mute's quivering black eyes looked at him, and his shadow enveloped the young man under him. The shadow made him unable to see the young man's eyes at the moment. He watched Mute's eyes struggle a few times, and finally closed irresistibly, falling into a deep sleep.

Troll looked at Mute who was forced into a deep sleep for a while, then leaned over and closed his eyes slowly.

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Is it necessary to take the story of a sadistic romance? !

Mute, who had shrunk into his mental state, wanted to drop the table, although there was no table to drop him.

Although the young Major General teased it, it was funny and easy to bully, but Mute ignored it. After all, it was not a little wolf dog but a real wolf king.

Once launched,...

Ah, seriously, Major General's chasing skills are really negative points.

If it weren't for the so-called former lover, everything was made up... If you really are a lover before, and now you are a bit like a major general, and suddenly this is coming out, I am afraid that love will instantly hate you.

Then from now on, Major General Hengmei was cold, Major General will not let go, he will go, Major General will not let, and then the little black house imprisoned PLAY, and then he runs away, the Major General will chase, and he will come back to abuse his heart, and then he will escape, Major General will Grab it back and continue to abuse the relationship...

Ah, what a great sadistic drama.

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Just thinking about it makes me feel tired.

In short, now that I have been forced to be homogenous, I can only think of other ways first.

Mute gritted his teeth. There was no way to do it. Now he could only split his memory first, divide the part of his memory from the major general, and hide it deep in the subconscious mind.

However, this will cause a short period of confusion in his memory and mental body... well, just a moment of confusion, there should be no problem.

Mute thought so.

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Troll did not invade Mute's deep consciousness. The real spiritual homology is to blend in with the other party's subconscious, but now he only stopped synchronizing with Mute's apparent consciousness and stopped the invasion.

He only intended to do this from the beginning, and he did it because he just wanted to take a look at Mute's memory.

In the youth's memory, the figure that he could not erase no matter what he did.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself suspended in a huge and dense forest. He looked around and his pupils contracted hard.

This is a very familiar place for him-where he was born, the planet he grew up on.

It was late at night, but there was firelight below. He looked down and saw the familiar figure.

Next to the burning bonfire, under the huge trees, the dark-haired teenager sat under the tree, and a slender young man leaned on the teenager's shoulder, looking like he was asleep. He saw Mute's fingers lightly rubbing the strands of the man's forehead against his own, the fire shining on Mute's side, and he saw Mute's smile when he looked at the man beside him.

At the same time, he also saw the man's face-exactly the same face as him.

After taking a breath, Troll's fingers tightened firmly.

It's that person.

When the previous empire had not yet perished, the man he had the same genes as he encountered when he went to the planet he was born to find the secret of his life experience!

At that time, the man attacked him but was defeated by him, and finally the man chose to explode in the laboratory and die.

Mute... know that man?

Do not……

The so-called dead lover... is it just--

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The fragments of countless memories flashed before Troll's eyes.

He saw the figure of Mute and the man shuttled in the jungle, and saw the man carefully guarding Mute behind him when he met the beast...

He saw Mute curled up and slept well in the arms of the man, and saw the man gently stroke the hair of the man in his arms...

He saw the intimate ears of the two people, and saw the moment when the two eyes met, smiled at each other...

He saw that in the room, Mute held the man's hand, and his fingers gently crossed the palm of the man...

The moment he saw the man finally choose to die, he pushed Mute away from his arms. He saw the young man sent away by the teleporter sadly gaze when he reached out to the man lying under the broken device at the last second. ...

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Troll was cold all over.

At this moment he finally understood why Mute's eyes always followed his figure.

At that time, he thought he was just similar in shape to that person. But he still felt weird, because even when Mute was looking directly at his face, there was unstoppable tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes-it turned out that from the beginning to the end, when Mute looked at him, Is looking at another person through him.

The man Mute really loves.

The man who has the same genes and the same appearance as himself.

So he said that he liked him, that he said to that person.

So he smiled at him, to that person.

So when he saw him, he shouted that it would always be that person.

What the child saw would never be him.

From the beginning to the end.

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All the fragments of memory had been passed, leaving only Troll's figure standing in the darkness.

Soon, the gleam lights up, and the moment the master of this spiritual picture appears, the darkness recedes, and the surroundings become endless universe stars.

Mute hovered in the starry sky, and countless stars shone in the black starry sky.

Then he flew towards Troll lightly and landed in front of Troll.

"...This is revenge?"

Troll said that his eyes were drooping, and his fine eyelashes covered his pupils, making it difficult for him to see the look on his eyes.

"Because I forced ‘him’ to death, you come near me.”

"........."

"In order to avenge'Major General'... so you stay in humans, not to miss that person, but to avenge me."

"..............."

"Because you are treated like that person, you can't start, so you decide to leave."

"..............."

For a long time I couldn't hear Mute's answer, but perhaps silence was the default.

The mental body cannot lie, nor can it lie.

Because you can’t tell lies, you can only choose to be silent.

The endless starry sky seems to be a huge endless, but the dim light is suffocating.

In this endless silence, Troll suddenly reached out his hand, and his hands forced the young man who had been silent into his arms.

"I'm not him."

Troll's voice seemed to suppress something.

He was as dark as if there was something cracking deep in his pupils that had swallowed all the light.

His tight lips seemed to be stained with pain.

He said, "I am not."

The author has something to say:

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Hmm... the misunderstanding is getting bigger.

Mute is silent because...

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A look of stunned.