Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Under Feng Qingyu's gaze, she also removed her "arms" and stood in the center of the basement in her most primitive human form. The scars on Feilin's body were all over her back, more than half of which were whip marks, with knife marks and crossbow scars in between.

"We are quite similar in some ways. My suffering comes from the Victorian nobles and officers. When I was at my lowest point, I lost all my relatives and friends. I was chased by officers and had to escape to the sewers. At that time, I had no food, and I was starving and cold. When I was about to starve to death, the leader gave me a piece of bread and encouraged me to live hard."

Shi Mandela's eyes stayed on the remaining half of the bread for a moment, and then returned to Feng Qingyu. After listening to her story, Feng Qingyu finally understood everything.

"That's why you worship Miss Abrana so much, I understand. She is your world, your spiritual support, your savior. This way it's not just blind worship."

"..."

However, after telling the story, Feilin did not put on his clothes immediately, but instead pressed closer to Feng Qingyu.

19. Deep Pool Leader's Meal Replacement

"Whether it's blind worship or not is not important. The leader won't be interested in a dirty and lowly person like me who crawled out of the sewer. I often wonder what I did wrong that always makes the leader unhappy. No matter how hard I think about it, I can't find the answer. I think I've tried very hard..."

Mandela's story is simply the plot of the Terra world version of the youth pain novel.

The heroine was redeemed by a very powerful man when she was young, and she lived for him from then on. After unremitting efforts, she finally became qualified to become his right-hand man.

The redeemer has his own ambitions, and the heroine also regards his ambitions as her lifelong goal and devotes everything to try to impress the redeemer. However, the redeemer only regards her as a subordinate/sister/friend and has no intention of developing a lover or other relationship.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

The charm of youth pain literature lies in its abuse, which makes readers cry, but the more abused they are, the more addicted they become, and they cannot resist such a plot.

The game Arknights is also similar to the youth pain stories. It likes to deliver unexpected blows, which elevates the plot to another level and fits the story background perfectly.

Generally speaking, a character like Mandela will eventually burn out like a candle, fighting for her leader Abramana until the last moment, and die.

The standard configuration of the second female lead as a tool makes people feel pity for her.

When I see others acting like bootlickers, I feel inexplicably unhappy. I want to give them a hand and persuade them to turn back from their wrong path as soon as possible and not waste time on people they shouldn't like.

The probability of success is visibly small. If the stranger and the savior are weighed on the scale, the weight will ultimately lean towards the savior.

The retreating mood cannot keep up with the body that takes actual action, and this time the body takes the lead again.

"This is completely because I don't like you, Miss Mandela. The main theme of the new era of Terra women is independence and they refuse to be in love. Perhaps you can find something else to do to distract yourself from the depression in your heart."

"That's why I brought you to the basement to relieve my boredom."

Mandela's answer just blocked Feng Qingyu's way out. His original intention was to persuade her to think more about herself and live for herself, but now it suddenly turned into a big gift for her.

The gift was Feng Qingyu himself. The clothes on his body were the outer packaging of the gift. The packaging had been torn open, and the next step was to inspect the goods, which was undoubtedly the most pleasant step.

Imprisoning a young woman in the basement and turning her into a toy that belongs only to you...this idea is both bold and exciting.

Feilin pressed closer and closer to her, his slender body gradually blocking the dim incandescent light on the wall. The light in the room became very dim, and Mandela's back was magnified several times, like a huge gray-black wave covering the sky and earth, mercilessly hitting Feng Qingyu.

The strong sense of oppression caused the air temperature to drop sharply. A chill rose from the floor, and Feng Qingyu suddenly felt a chill on her back. Her "little Feng Qingyu" also sensed the danger and shivered behind her. The person opposite was not a good man or a believer, but a senior cadre of Shenchi, who was not easily offended. Feng Qingyu did not want to mate with her, and felt guilty for betraying Rhodes Island.

Guilt and inexplicable excitement fermented and intertwined in my heart, making me feel confused.

"Ms. Mandela... My tail has been broken for a long time. Even if you use it to massage me, I won't feel comfortable. It's better to ask for help from someone else... Even if I can't lie on your leader's bed, her sister, Ravshini, is also... not bad, right?"

She tried to negotiate with Mandela, asking him to lower his interest and slowly back away. The shackles on her hands and feet jingled as she moved, reminding her that she was now a prisoner. The cold and heavy metal greatly restricted her movements, and Feng Qingyu accidentally tripped.

My back hit the hard concrete floor and my body had to curl up temporarily because of the pain.

The basement was not big, so there was nowhere to hide. There was no way to escape even if they fought to the death. Mandra's magic was very powerful, and even Victoria's army could not do anything to her, not to mention that she was still a wounded soldier.

"..."

Feng Qingyu simply gave up resistance and lay on the ground waiting for a green plant to grow again in the spring breeze. Resistance was futile, so he had no choice but to accept it.

The tail is the most shameful part of the body, the one that is most likely to betray itself. Just by being stepped on a few times by Mandela, it starts to send some indescribable signals to the brain, as if it had not had sex for several years.

The noble Rhodes Island logistics operator had no choice but to become a hot weapon of the Deep Pool cadres... Her 【】 shed helpless 【】.

Under Mandela's coercion, Feng Qingyu had no choice but to obey her orders and lie down obediently on the worn-out single bed in the basement. The single bed had a mattress and cute cartoon sheets, which contrasted sharply with Mandela's dark skirt.

By the way, the black dress was thrown on the ground.

The slender, pale hand caressed Feng Qingyu's face without any scruples. There was not a trace of warmth in that hand, and the temperature was not what it should be in this season at all.

Is it the coldness of heart or the coldness of people? Or is it both?

If I just push Mandela away, her fragile glass heart will surely break into 114514 pieces. In order to prevent such a bad thing from happening, I can only accommodate her.

Life is a long journey of constant change and accommodation.

The tail behind him sensed the change in his mood and immediately began to jump slightly. Mandela grabbed the dragon's tail, which had grown a circle in size compared to a few minutes ago, and breathed rapidly.

"This is Draco's tail... It looks ordinary. Your tail is not as beautiful as the leader's. The leader's tail has purple flames hanging on it. I have never seen such beautiful flames in my life."

"As long as you are happy, I am not your leader anyway. There is no need to humble yourself and do that to a Draco like me whom you look down upon. You can question other aspects of me, but never question my tail. It is a humiliation."

Feng Qingyu was quite upset by that remark. An appropriate comparison would not hurt people's face, but if even the tails had to be compared, it was really a bit crazy. None of the female operators of Rhodes Island had ever complained about her tail.

The cat and the dragon were in a brief standoff, but this time Feng Qingyu was not forced to retreat by the sharp gaze. Once the topic of the tail was involved, he would never give in.

Anger ignited in his bloodshot pupils after a long absence, and there seemed to be flames dancing inside.

Mandela was stunned at first, then her smile became even more...weird.

"Draco, I like the look in your eyes right now. Since you are not convinced, then conquer me with practical actions and try to show me that your tail is no worse than the leader's. Come on, don't think about anything, and show your advantages as Draco to your heart's content."

20. I don’t mind three people together

"You...I know."

Feng Qingyu understood instantly that what he just said was a provocation.

Now Mandela has revealed her true intentions, and she is not pretending to be a serious person. She has put her true intentions on the table, which is not even seduction. She is as direct as Kal'tsit, and she never hides when she wants to tail.

A straightforward person is more likely to hit home run than a devious one. Mandela grabbed the tail with one hand to keep it still. The tail was particularly hot in her hand, like a balloon filled with hydrogen, and its volume increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There is a ready-made tactic in front of him - drain Mandela's physical strength by constantly consuming her energy, causing her to fall into a weak Great Sage mode where she is exhausted and unable to think and act, and then take the opportunity to leave the basement.

But... there's something wrong with the collar around my neck.

If it was set to explode automatically when it was a certain distance away from Mandela, the head would move without anyone noticing. The scene would be too bloody, and Feng Qingyu didn't want to think about it.

She couldn't think about escaping from Mandela for the time being. Even if she did, she would have to get rid of the collar around her neck first. She would have to endure the imprisonment in the basement for a while longer, and the length of time was unknown.

Feng Qingyu felt desperate to spend hundreds of hours in a strange and small space. Before this, she was free and yearned for absolute freedom. She didn't like a life bound by others.

As exciting as I used to be to read novels about imprisonment, I feel as depressed now.

Mandela turned Feng Qingyu's face towards her.

"Don't be distracted. Without my permission, your eyes can only be on one place, and that is me."

"Yes……"

Feng Qingyu's response was weak.

Her physical condition was not optimistic, and she was not told to take antipyretics. In addition, no one helped her change the dressing on her back, so her temperature, which had just subsided, began to soar again.

The weak body had no resistance at all, and the head being hit by a heavy object should have caused a mild concussion and a dull pain in the back of the head.

Even though Mandela pressed on her unscrupulously, she did not have a strong urge to push him away, and instead developed a negative mentality of letting things take their own course.

Now she can't do anything.

Feilin's body temperature is low, so it's especially comfortable to be close to her. A feverish body is hot and weak, and it's especially necessary to hold something cool to cool down.

The soft hair caressed her navel, and the hair was in a semi-wet state. The local air temperature and humidity had just soared, and if there were any measuring instruments, they would definitely show that the values ​​almost exceeded the measurement limit of the instrument.

The air in the basement is very dry, and the source of the damp smell is self-evident.

The large wound on his back was itchy and painful, making Feng Qingyu feel irritated. Mandela's breath occasionally fell around the wound, like the hair of a feathered beast brushing against his heart, with no concealment of the teasing meaning.

"I remember your code name in Rhodes Island was Kuroba. Poor Miss Kuroba, how does it feel to be subdued by the enemy?"

"Pull up your pants, generally."

"I also like your unruly temper. Hei Yu, you will like me, right?"

"..."

There was an unspeakable urgency in Mandela's eyes - an urgency to be recognized and rewarded.

She really was like a pet dog that was pampering its owner, with a pitiful look in her eyes, and those words of praise were the most tempting meat bones. When the words of rebuttal came to her lips, Feng Qingyu was afraid that it would make her crazy, so he changed his words immediately.

"Of course I will... Miss Mandela, I just ask you to be gentle with me. My body is still running a fever and I can't stand too much exertion. Forget about the intense play. I don't want to have any more scars on my back."

"I promise to be gentle with you. Without further ado, let me feel Draco's tail—"

Film turned into a flood beast, attacking with unimaginable speed. Her body was not very heavy, so it was no burden to press on her. When the key was about to be put into the "keyhole", with only two centimeters left, the door of the basement was pried open open by someone.

The way to pry the door open is a source stone technique that can open the lock, not a traditional lock picking tool. Mandela was so engrossed just now that she didn't even know there was someone outside.

The person who came in was a girl with short light green hair. She had a very distinctive look, a pair of upward-slanting eyes, her gaze was both casual and sharp, and she had the temperament of a little devil.

She doesn't look like a high school student, but she is wearing something that looks like a high school uniform.

Is this cosplay?

Many Eastern films also feature scenes where mature women dress up as high school girls and have sex with others. Such scenes are simply discordant, and the contrast caused by the serious mismatch between age and appearance often leads to a decrease in the audience's desire for mating.

The strange thing is that there is no sense of incongruity on this green-haired film.

Mandela's actions were interrupted by Filin's intrusion, and he immediately showed an annoyed expression.

"Ahmoni? Why are you here? I didn't invite you in. Is it bad to barge in without permission?"

Feilin, who was called Ahmoni, kept smiling all the time and was not angry at all because of Mandela's bad attitude. On the contrary, she showed a high spirits, which made Feng Qingyu feel cold.

The pink tip of the tongue looks like the tongue of a snake when it is excited.

As expected, no one in the deep pool was a normal person. Except for Wei Cao who seemed relatively normal, the others were either crazy or freaks. They were even more terrifying than the cadres of the Integration Movement.

The tail suddenly tightened. It was still held by Mandela, who obviously didn't notice that her hand was getting stronger and stronger, almost pinching it to death. Although some people like the suffocation method, it was too advanced for Feng Qingyu.

"Miss Mandela... it hurts... be gentle... it's going to die..."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that your Draco's tail is very sensitive. It can't be abused easily. Sorry."

"Your expression clearly shows that you are cheating on your taxes. It makes me suspect that you are enjoying it."

"Nothing."

Mandela temporarily let go of the tail in his hand.

That was the source of her happiness and comfort. In order to continue to obtain high happiness, she must never exhaust the resources at this time and let the source dry up.

The two Feilins were facing each other at the entrance of the basement. When Feng Qingyu thought they were going to fight——

"Ahmoni, you'd better not get in my way. If you want to join us in the Three Player game, go ahead. There are still many things this guy can do. I don't mind playing with three people."

"I mind! You'd better come one by one."

Feng Qingyu didn't want to be enjoyed by two deep pool cadres at all. Playing together consumes more energy than playing alone, 1+1≠2. When this is over, it will be time to live the life of a great sage who nourishes the kidneys, she thought.

21. Forced unlocking

"I might prefer to be a spectator rather than join. What if you kill Draco, the one favored by the leader? You can mate with her, but you must send her back after mating before the leader finds out."

Ahmoni unfolded the folding chair in the basement, crossed her legs, and opened a novel that she had "picked up" from the bookstore. She liked to observe her surroundings while reading, and she could calmly finish a few chapters even if someone was mating in front of her.

She followed Mandela all the way and found out that Mandela had kidnapped Feng Qingyu without the knowledge of their leader Abrana and imprisoned him in the basement.

The leader would not be happy to see his subordinates killing the few remaining Drak bloodlines, even if the Drak was unwilling to become an ally of the Deep Pool. Mandra was doing something new, but very dangerous, and she felt it necessary to persuade her foolish colleagues to stop her from making mistakes.

In addition, she was also very interested in how Draco looked when mating. It was not easy to observe a profound academic exchange on the origin of Terra species on the spot, especially when the objects were Draco and his colleagues.

Interesting, really interesting.

Mandela's sharp gaze lingered on Qi Ahmoni for a long time, and the burning fire of impulse was instantly extinguished.

"Does the leader know?"

"she does not know."

"You'd better not talk too much."

"Since I'm here, it means I can't tell anyone about this. If you want to put out the fire, do it quickly. The leader will assign tasks in the second half of the night. Do you want to be late for the cadre meeting?"

"I hate the way you plan things, Ahmoni. You can watch if you want, but don't interrupt me like you did just now."

Although she said harsh words, Mandela's nervous expression disappeared. If the leader didn't know, then there was nothing to worry about. She didn't mind being seen by Ahmoni. They were all women and had bathed in the same bath. Even her embarrassing manual casting during the courtship period was seen by Ahmoni.