"Um……"

"Can I want you?"

"Hmm..." Hunter tilted his head and revealed his beautiful neck.

Winston picked him up, took off his suit and threw it aside.

Hunter's eyes opened a slit and he faintly saw Winston's fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Then he smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Winston asked.

"...your...your fingers look so good..."

He squinted his eyes and continued to smile, but Winston reached out to cover his eyes. The reckless kiss invaded again, which made Hunter almost unable to breathe. He struggled and pushed the other person's chest to the side, but no matter where he leaned, Winston's extremely aggressive kiss followed him like a shadow.

He curled up his knees and then kicked them hard.

Winston's palm pressed his legs down hard.

Hunter supported his upper body hard and kept retreating.

Winston's arm was supported by his side, constantly moving forward and pressing step by step.

Until Hunter's back pressed against the head of the bed, he had to straighten his back, and Winston's kiss, with the force from bottom to top, forced Hunter to raise his chin.

His fingers clasped Hunter's hand and slowly tightened it, holding Hunter firmly.

The original madness and depression gradually slowed down due to Hunter's dodge. Winston's tongue gently hooked the other party, restraining the desire to oppress the other party, soothing and guiding.

Hunter, who was originally trying to push his tongue out, gradually gave up his resistance, and the battle between the lips and the death-like life-and-death battle finally began to tangle.

"Hmm..." Hunter made a gentle and comfortable sound in his throat.

Winston licked and kissed his tongue as hard as he could, as if comforting the wronged child, until the Hunter Scholar was entangled.

Winston's shoulders stiffened, his eyes closed, his throat swaying, and the feeling of pleasure meant that he was controlled by Hunter.

He retreated, but Hunter closed his eyes and stretched his neck towards him, sucking and kissing.

At that moment, Winston pushed him away, clasped his shoulders with both hands, suppressed his impatient breathing, and asked, "Do you know who I am, Hunter?"

"..." Hunter looked at him foolishly, smiled, and wanted to kiss him again.

"I'm not a bunny girl. If you can't tell who I am, I won't let you kiss me again."

The other party's voice was like dizzying red wine, slightly cool but with a fatal temptation.

"...Lilith...you are my Lilith..." Hunter showed a sudden enlightenment.

"I'm not your Lilith," said Winston.

Hunter suddenly became anxious. He suddenly moved forward, grabbed Winston's hands, and crushed them on the mattress.

Winston's wrist moved, but Hunter showed an annoyed expression, like a child snatching a toy, pressing Winston's wrist even harder.

"You are! You are Lilith! I remember... I remember... your kiss... that's it... that's how you kiss me..."

"I'm not Lilith..."

Before Winston's words could be finished, Hunter suddenly lowered his body and bit Winston's lower lip hard.

"Hmm..." Winston was about to break free from Hunter, but Hunter licked his tongue over the place where he bit him.

Winston's shoulders froze. He let Hunter press himself, letting him squeeze his tongue into his teeth willfully, as if he was looking for something between Winston's lips and teeth, but because he couldn't find it, he kissed Winston's cheek, his chin, and everything became chaotic.

Hunter bit Winston's neck and sucked hard, as if he could drink his blood through Winston's skin.

Winston slammed off Hunter's shackles and lifted his head up with force.

"Look clearly, I'm Van Winston."

Hunter looked ahead blankly, his breathing still smelled of sake.

"...If it was Winston... Winston could not kiss... Winston... I hate you, hate... You are more attractive to women than you, hate... I am a childish child compared to you! I hate you are more sexy and mature than me... I hate your temperament, hate everything about you!"

Hunter's voice was filled with a deep grievance and reluctance.

Winston supported Hunter's shoulder and looked at him for a long time. After a long time, he spoke: "I'm sorry, Hunter... don't be angry with me. You will become more and more outstanding, and more and more people will appreciate you and like you... It's just me... It's just that I can't stand other people occupying your thoughts... It's because I can't tolerate you falling in love with others. I'm not as good as you imagine... But don't hate me. Don't torture me with your annoyance."

"Even if I become outstanding, I still can't catch up with you! I can never be confident when I walk with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you!" Hunter shouted in an extremely willful voice.

Winston's hand, which was holding Hunter's shoulder, trembled gently.

"I want to break up with you!"

Hunter shouted like an oath.

Winston's hand suddenly couldn't hold him up, and Hunter fell down and fell on Winston's body.

Winston closed his eyes and stopped talking.

But Hunter suddenly stretched out his arm, hugged Winston hard, and pressed his head against his cheek.

“…But you can’t leave me.”

"You said you wanted to break up with me," said Winston.

"Yes. But you can't leave me!" Hunter's voice was rude.

"You want to break up with me... Why can't I leave you?" asked Winston.

"Yes... I want to break up with you... but you can't leave me..."

"...You're so bad."

Winston's voice was soft and he said against Hunter's cheek.

"I want to break up with you..."

"I understand. You want to break up with me, but I still can't leave you."

"Yes..." Hunter muttered.

"I will take revenge if you are so bad."

"Um……"

He fell back.

Winston turned his face sideways, not seeming to want to see the guy lying in the pillow.

The next second he pulled him towards him, Hunter's chin leaned back and burst into Winston's arms without any sense.

At noon the next day, Hunter smashed his mouth and turned over, then fell down like weightlessness. He lay on the ground, his chin was so painful that he burst into tears.

He sat up stupidly, his head still buzzing, and when he touched his hands casually on the ground, he saw his blazer and his shirt that was unbuttoned and twisted like a rag.

His last impression was that he was eating Japanese cuisine and drinking sake in "Tiger White".

"Ah... sake is so scary..." Hunter looked around and saw his suitcase, confirming that he must have been sent back to the hotel room after being drunk.

Hunter's mind was still dull, but both his lips and his tongue felt numb.

"Save is really terrible." A slightly cool voice came from the head of the bed.

Hunter looked up and was completely stunned.

Because Winston just sat on the head of the bed and looked at himself.

"...you...how are you here?" Hunter got up and realized that he was wearing his favorite pajamas.

"Who sent me a text message yesterday and asked me to sleep with him?" Winston raised his eyebrows.

"Ah..." Hunter half opened his mouth, "You're kidding me, I'll go back..."

"Who kissed me drunk because he wanted to take revenge on me?"

Winston straightened up and looked at Hunter who was completely stunned.

In an instant, some impressions poured into Hunter's mind intermittently.

He seemed to have an impression of someone he kissed.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind saying to him: Take revenge on this man! Let him be as helpless as himself! It would be better to let him think about some irrelevant things like himself!

"Who chased me and kissed me while I was changing his clothes?"

"Impossible! I have no impression of this at all!" Hunter shouted.

"The first two are real." Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, "So you really want to take revenge on me."

God...what did he do to Winston?

This guy will kill him!

"I'm sorry... I'm reciprocating... Who asked you to press me on your leg yesterday? Do you know my nose is very close to your...? You do that hurts my self-esteem!"

Now we must turn the tables!

As long as the reason is barely valid, Winston will smile and forgive him!

"Then did I stuff it into your mouth?"
To be continued...