Because of the thick fog, the room is now pitch black, even though it was bright at noon.
Ultimately, the birds are too unruly; they'll fly away without a trace if you let your guard down even a little.
That supreme, perfect God is now filthy beyond recognition.
He wanted to catch it back, to get rid of that disobedient little bird.
Islam gently raised his left hand, causing the chains on the ground to rattle loudly as he pulled them.
His porcelain-white, slender hands were not wearing the white gloves he usually wore; Isri held the small silver ring in his hand.
This is what I'm wearing on my hand.
Islam closed his eyes and gasped for breath.
Her slender, fair wrists were adorned with iron rings. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, repeatedly pleading for mercy and begging him to let her go.
This young master is so beautiful... breathtakingly beautiful, it drives people crazy.
Isri kept picturing Cecil's appearance in his mind, and suddenly it overlapped with the scene he had seen in the red-light district.
Her golden hair swayed in the air, her pink body flushed red from being teased, and her cherry-red lips emitted intoxicating sounds.
This scene seemed to be etched into his mind suddenly, and Cecil's image became more and more distinct.
Isri opened his eyes abruptly and stared at the ceiling. He actually wanted to do such a thing to Ceshir.
Impossible! That's his god! His god cannot be defiled!
Just as Isri was trying to clear his head, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and abruptly sat up in bed, the complex emotions in his eyes vanishing instantly.
Those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were now completely consumed by desire, and bestiality was tearing at her precarious brain.
Yes, his god has become corrupt; that lofty and great god has fallen from his pedestal and is utterly filthy.
Islam leaned against the wall, the biting cold seeping deep into his spine.
He wants to confine his god on an altar.
A slight smile curved Isrith's lips as he raised his hand and unbuttoned two buttons on his collarbone, revealing his delicate and exquisite collarbone, which looked as if it had been meticulously polished.
As he descended, Isri slowly lifted the hem of his clothes, placing his hand on his waistband.
After a pause of a second or two, Islam put his hand down.
I only realized when I touched it that my hands were so cold that I could barely feel them.
Yes, he's going crazy! He hasn't slept for two days.
But now, with Cecil's image filling his mind, he felt a slight warmth creeping up his body without realizing it.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Reason gradually crumbled in his mind, and the person who had been high on the altar finally fell down.
“Sesil…”
Isrith parted his thin lips slightly, and for the first time, he called out Cesil's name without any embellishment. The last syllable of his name rose slightly, full of provocation.
His gaze became slightly unfocused, and suddenly, as if he had no teacher, he did this without any stumbles.
In the quiet, dark room, Isri leaned against the wall, enjoying the pleasure brought on by his cerebral cortex.
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In the dim light from the window, Isrily raised her hand to her eyes. Her well-defined fingers were still glistening with the nectar she had just collected.
A sweet, fishy smell instantly filled the room, permeating every corner. Isri's breathing became heavier, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat.
When it raised its head again, all that remained in its eyes was calmness. The hunter had hidden its desires and was just waiting for the right moment to bite its prey's neck.
"Young master, run faster, I'm about to catch up with you."
"Isri said softly, his breathing slightly unsteady from excitement," he said.
Sesil will always be his!
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A wave seemed to have risen at sea, causing the boat to rock slightly. Cecil lost his balance and his head hit the wooden plank next to him.
His forehead was red from the impact, and Cecil woke up with a start, raising his hand to cover it as tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
Loman, who was leaning against him, was still fast asleep and had no idea that the waves had started to rise outside.
Sehir shifted his body, just as he was about to stretch his neck, when he suddenly looked up and met a pair of dark, lewd eyes.
Beneath those eyes were several scars, staring intently at Cecil. Cecil was terrified and tried to back away, but found himself completely blocked from behind. Running forward was impossible. Cecil had no idea what that person would do.
"What are you doing?" Sehir asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
The man chuckled and kicked the box away, startling Loman awake. He lowered his head again the instant he saw the man.
"What's your relationship with him?" The man glanced at Loman, then looked back at Cecil.
Cecil felt a bit disgusted by the man in front of him who was asking him questions in such a condescending manner, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Meeting Cecil's gaze, the man smiled instead of getting angry, his tone somewhat arrogant: "Little brat, do you know how much money he stole from me?"
“Steal?” Cecil uttered a single word as he looked at Loman, whose head was almost bowed to his chest.
The man's sudden agitation drew the attention of the surrounding tourists, but they were ultimately too afraid of his ferocity to approach.
"How much did you steal?" Cecil took a step forward, shielding Loman behind him.
The man exhaled softly, the mockery in his eyes becoming even more pronounced: "A top-grade gemstone, can you afford to pay it back for me?"
"No way! You're lying!" Loman was displeased and stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her.
The man's gaze fell on Loman, he chuckled, bent down slightly, and said, "Do you know anything about something called interest?"
As the man spoke, his gaze turned sinister. Loman, being just a child, could only keep her mouth shut and remain silent.
He never expected that this person would also be on this ship, and that he would happen to run into him.
Lohman grabbed Cecil's clothes, looking somewhat bewildered. The man broke off a wooden stick from a nearby box and stuffed it into his mouth, then kicked aside anything that had fallen out.
The man whispered in Loman's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you can't pay it back, your sister's fate will be your fate!"
Fear instantly filled Loman's eyes, and he gripped Cecil's clothes even tighter, his fingertips turning white from the force.
The man's actions were like firing a shot into Cecil's minefield, and Cecil's disgust immediately surfaced without any attempt to conceal it.
“Hey…” Cecil’s lips parted slightly as she tilted her head to look at the man, her deep blue eyes like an abyss that could suck you in.
Before the man could even open his mouth to curse, Cecil had already stretched out his hand in front of him, his tone as cold as if he had just come out of an ice cellar.
Is that enough?
The man froze for a second, staring blankly at the object in Cecil's hand. It was a crystal-clear ruby, its edges polished exceptionally smooth, without any impurities. It shimmered with a soft, pale red light, making it instantly recognizable.
"Enough...enough." The man's eyes were fixed on the ruby, and he was practically drooling.
A look of disgust flashed in Cecil's eyes as he threw the gem into the man's arms without a second thought.
The sudden appearance of the gem left the man somewhat bewildered. This gem was even a level above the best; just one of these gems would be enough for him to live on for a lifetime.
The man clutched the gemstone in his hand, as if afraid someone would snatch it away at any moment. He coughed awkwardly twice, then looked at Loman and said in a threatening tone, "Consider yourself lucky this time."
Long after the man left, and the tourists outside had returned to their daily routines, Loman stood there, still not having reacted.
Sehir picked up the boxes from the ground and put them away, creating a small space for the two of them once again.
“Loman,” Sehir called softly.
Cecil's voice pierced through the ice like holy spring water. After a second or two, Loman's tears fell like beads from a broken string.
For a moment, Cecil didn't know how to comfort him, so he handed his handkerchief to Loman.
You should stop crying after a while.
Loman sobbed, looking at the white handkerchief in his hand. After thinking for a long time, he finally took out his sleeve and wiped his face clean.
Lohman handed the handkerchief to Cecil, his voice still trembling slightly: "Thank you, brother."
Loman patted his clothes, as if trying to shake off the bad luck from earlier, and sat down next to Cecil, recalling what had just happened.
"Brother, where did you get your gemstone?" Loman asked in a low voice.
He could tell that the gem was definitely worth a lot.
"Want to know?" Sehir turned his head and asked Loman, whose nose was red from crying.
Loman nodded, his eyes gleaming.
"Still stealing?"
Loman paused for a moment, then quickly explained, "I had no choice; I didn't mean to steal it."
Cecil narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to support his head, and Loman panicked, hurriedly opening his mouth: "I won't steal anymore! I'll be good."
Chapter Sixty-Three
Cecil nodded in satisfaction and said, "The gemstone was a gift from someone else."
Upon hearing this, Loman's eyes widened even more, and he stammered, "Given...given away?"
Sehir looked blank and simply hummed in agreement.
Loman swallowed hard and explained, "Brother, do you know how expensive this gem is?"
“I know,” Cecil replied softly, his tone completely flat.
“You know you still…” Loman opened his mouth to say, but the words caught in his throat and he couldn’t get them out.
After all, it was Cecil who helped him.
Seeing Loman's troubled expression, Cecil seemed to have thought of something and smiled wryly: "You don't need to pay me back."
Instantly, Loman seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, abruptly raising his head to look at Cecil, his voice excited: "Really?"
Sesil was taken aback by Lohman's sudden reaction. He forced a smile and nodded stiffly.
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