PitBabe series2

Usually, our lab is not another place because it is a workplace full of seriousness and extreme caution. There will only be the sounds of talking and counselling, and those caused by equipment. But the silence that is happening now is more advanced. It's so quiet that you can hear the footsteps of insects—quiet until sometimes I think there is no air left in this room.

 

Inside the closed laboratory, four humans are standing around a large table. In the middle is an empty medicine tube rack, which is why the room with up to four people is quiet.

 

"I thought you would destroy it," I finally said.

 

Because if I stand dumb longer, my brain will explode as a risk.

 

"But it didn't destroy it. What can I say to it?" Dr Chris said in a low voice. His voice was still working normally. But his face was pale. It relieves me that I'm not the only one who is as cold as a corpse.

 

"So why not break it?" I asked, "Where did you say that if anyone has been tested, how will Work destroy it?"

 

"But we don't want to destroy this one."

 

"Because?"

 

"Because it can still be used," Dr Chris replied with a serious face. While Touch and Liu were still standing quietly, the seriousness on both faces was a novelty for me. In the past, no matter how tense the situation was, I'd never seen it before. My researchers were so distracted before. This means that I felt something swirling non-stop in my chest like this; it's right.

 

"We know that the agreement is that it must be destroyed if it doesn't work. But the latest one is not like the past one. We think it's still an example for the next version, so we kept it."

 

"Some things can be kept for further study. We are researchers. Seeing this, we don't dare to throw it away," Liu added. She seemed to have regained consciousness after standing and listening to me arguing with Dr Chris for a while.

 

"If that's the case, someone should tell me." I try not to blame anyone because no one wants it to happen. But the good brain simulates the ugly probability image nonstop. "At least I will know that we will keep the sample. Will help each other be careful."

 

"But I think the problem is more about the safety of our lab. Whether it's here or not, with or without a drug sample, outsiders shouldn't go in and out." P'Touch raised a more critical issue. It was all wrong because I was always worried about the results that would follow until I prioritised it.

 

"Are you sure no one accidentally destroyed or threw it away somewhere?"

 

I tried to gather my consciousness and gradually re-prioritise calmly.

 

"Normally, the duty to destroy the medicine belongs to Chris alone. We are never busy," Liu replied flatly. She turned to make eye contact with Dr Chris a little, as if to communicate her intentions to him. Because the words just now may be easily interpreted as throwing the blame. But fortunately, Dr Chris is not difficult to understand. He nodded with a relaxed expression.

 

"And we're sure that Chris isn't careless, especially about lab work; he is neater than all of us.

 

This is the first time that my researchers have gotten along well. In the past, these three people always pretended to argue. Thoughts go in different directions, especially between Dr Chris and Liu. These two are entirely different. Plus, Liu also said she was not destined with Dr Chris. She is willing to work with him because she accepts his ability as a doctor and researcher. Both cooperate reasonably only when in the lab. Until I gave up on finding a way to reconcile with stubborn researchers. But today, I know that matter is unnecessary. This is a minor achievement amid the great disaster.

 

"And the one who disappeared is only the one who experimented after someone else left, right?" Everyone nodded in unison after I asked. This answer can be called a short break for me to catch my breath. The chance of outsiders getting a sample of the latest version of the sense decoder is reduced a little more. But of course, the situation has not changed that much. Anyway, the fact that the sensitiser, which should only be in this lab, has disappeared without a trace remains unchanged.

 

"Besides us, who else has come here?"

 

I asked the question again.

 

"Jeff", Dr Chris replied, "Babe, Alan and North."

 

The list mentioned includes only my close friends. There are both ex-boyfriends, younger brothers, and two brothers from Team X. No matter what you think, I can't doubt them because, in addition to personal trust, they are also the most unmotivated group of people. There is no reason for Jeff, Pho Alan, or P'North to mess with the drug.

 

"Jeff is not; you can cut it out," I said confidently.

 

"Did you cut too fast?" Dr Chris asked. I'm not going to say that, but cut off Jeff. Because it's your brother, it's a little easier."

 

"Jeff has no reason to do anything like this and will never do it. I've been with him my whole life. I take my head as a guarantee."

 

I hate acting like a dictator, confirming the conclusion with feelings and intuition, or even answering questions like a fist smashing the earth. But now, we no longer have enough time to get lost in the maze. I must move forward, even if I drag everyone along without a clear plan.

 

"So what about the other three?" Dr Chris continued to ask. I was relieved he believed my words instead of arguing and wasting more time.

 

"North has never been on this floor," Touch replied. "It's always on the ground floor. He's Never Even mentioned research or medicine."

 

"Skip, Babe," I said first because I knew he had to be a target in everyone's eyes.

 

"I haven't said it yet," Dr Chris said with a low chuckle. He seemed to be having fun.

 

See my hot behaviour: "Hurry up to fix the agent."

 

"I don't think he will do these things."

 

"But I won't let this person go. Let me handle it myself," I interjected, Dr Chris again. I know it's rude, but I can't bear to listen to others accusing Babe. Therefore, even if he's a suspect, I want to prove it myself. 

 

"So it's left for Alan. "

 

Dr Chris let go of Babe's story as if he could read my mind. Therefore, he quickly concluded. All eyes looked at me with the same thought: I am the only one with information about the last suspect.

 

Doubting with family is a bad taste I don't want to taste. Just thinking: I must swallow my pride; it's bitter, especially with someone I respect. Love from the heart like Alan. I should bow my head a thousand times to apologise to him and pay for this lack of trust. This brother should not be one of the options. Repeatedly, because for me, he is on the same level as Jeff, whose status is no different from his siblings.

 

Even if I cut off my strong relationship with Alan and look at him through someone else's eyes, I still can't figure out what motivated Phu Alan to get involved. In the past, he was the one who supported me all the time—to be honest, maybe more than Babe, my boyfriend. In addition, he was also the top person who wanted this research to succeed because the person who had directly benefited was Jeff, his lover.

 

None of the three people who said it looked suspicious, but they will say that the Chen sample suddenly can't evaporate into the air. This must have a reasonable origin. And we have to find the answer as soon as possible. The longer it takes, the closer it is to the disaster, which is now called breathing.

 

"How can I shake hands with each person?"

 

I know this sentence will sting their minds, but I have no choice.

 

No one said anything. P'Touch looked at me with sympathetic and understanding eyes. Liu frowned. She understood but didn't feel very good. As for Dr Chris, he just laughed. The fact that I intended to use Chance to lie to the researcher who was by my side at the time. This would be a terrible joke for him. But believe me, I also pity myself no less than anyone else.

 

"The same bloodline still kills each other."

 

And that's the sentence Dr Chris muttered after I shook his hand and found that every word he says is accurate.

 

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Recently, there has been a hustle and bustle in the lab. Charlie's head is spinning in the morning and evening. Send a message, but do not reply. I call. I quickly talked, said I would go, and replied, "Leave it first until I was exhausted to ask about the possibility. I thought the bullish brother would turn back to me if he were too much for him. Until now, I can't help but worry about it. 

 

Today, I intend to stop thinking about everything. Whether it's work at the garage or work at Charlie's lab. Once in a while, both Alan and I will have time to stay at home. It's necessary to spend time together. Therefore, when there is a chance, I don't want to waste it, especially for the two of us who have a calm atmosphere at home. I'm trying to observe and draw conclusions about it. But it's like grabbing liquid water. Now, I don't know anything except for Alan's strange attitude.

 

Throughout the almost three years of our relationship, the strength of my relationship with Alan has been effective communication. Pho Alan is considered a calm person and always tries to communicate in a compromising way with the maturity of a more mature person. As for me, I am pretty straightforward. When there is a problem, I will give time to both him and myself, not too soon and not too late. Most of the time, all the conflicts between me and myself will be resolved with empathy. Because of that, I am trying hard to return to the first point that started the knot.

 

Since when... He started to keep something in his heart and discouraged me from coming out. On a holiday like this, Alan should have invited me to watch a movie, find new trees to plant in the garden, or join hands and jump into the heat. Then, come and help each other make dinner according to the steps. But from what I see now, he probably wants to spend the whole day writing in his notebook. It's more personal.

 

"Uncle"

 

I called him at a normal volume, but the person I called was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the house, with no reaction.

 

"P'Alan"

 

I called him again with a different pronoun, but the other party remained still. I began to suspect that he didn't hear my voice or intentionally ignored me.

 

"You"

 

This time, it worked, and Alan was startled slightly. He looked up at me with a slanted expression as if he hadn't realised he had been called many times. His attitude made me realise he hadn't heard what I had called earlier. He didn't mean to ignore it, as he thought.

 

"Sir?" P’Alan heard this time. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you just now”. 

 

"What do you mean?" I didn't say anything. I just walked to sit down next to him. He glanced at the notebook and a pile of paper on the table. He found that various garage expenses and spare parts must be ordered next week. We usually sat together, but today he returned to do it alone, without even thinking of calling me. And do this alone? Don't discuss it anymore?"

 

"No. It's not like that," the captain put down the open bookmark before folding. The book is closed. "I saw that today is your holiday, so I don't want to disturb you."

 

"But isn't it your holiday too?" I can't help but ask, "Why do you have to sit and work again?"

 

"It can be remembered, so I want to finish it," Pu Alan replied. The corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled, similar to his regular facial expression. But it just looks identical because I can't overlook the glitter. The eyes that look far away can. "You can rest. You don't have to help. There's nothing much this time. I'll show you when I'm done."

 

I don't know what to answer. The words that come into my ears don't mean much. When I don't feel his identity at all. The person sitting in front of me now looks like my boyfriend. But at the same time, it doesn't seem to be. On the outside, he's like someone I'm familiar with; there is no distortion. But his insides don't make me want to approach him. Not radiating warmth as usual. I don't think I should even touch him.

 

"What?" Pu Alan said, afraid to laugh. He looked at me in confusion because I stared at his face as if he had forgotten how to say it. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

 

"Jeff feels strange lately," I replied. I can't explain what it is, but it's uncomfortable."

 

When Alan was quiet, his concern was clearly shown on his face. I felt a little moist because, at a glance, I felt like I had got my acquaintance back. And I didn't say that just because I wanted Alan to worry about my story instead of his own, or to confirm that he still cares about me. But I didn't think about asking, 'Is there anything?' Or saying, 'If you have something to tell me,' because what could it help?

 

"Is it because the sense is missing?" Pu Alan asked, "Is it related?"

 

"Hmm... I don't think so." I refused. When asked about this, I immediately realised that Alan was still worried. However, I had repeatedly told him that the lack of crazy power made my body and mind lighter. "That story is only a moment of heartbreak at first. If you cut out what worries you about Charlie, since looking at the future, everything is much easier."

 

"Is that so?" Pu Alan nodded slowly. "If that's the case, that's good."

 

"Don't worry about that."

 

"So what should I be worried about?" He continued with a worried attitude.

 

That I'm not feeling comfortable lately... How long has it been?"

"Well. It should be a month."

 

"Is it a month?" Phu Alan looked shocked by my answer. Which I thought he would already know. But looking at his attitude now, it would seem he had something else he was obsessed with in the past. And it was so important that he forgot to notice the person next to him. And if it's true, there will be a heartbreaking issue, but I don't feel that way. What I care about is what is distracting him.

 

"So why did you just tell me?"

"I want you to ensure I didn't think of it myself."

 

"Oh.... Don't let it last long next time." The older brother made a busy face. He reached out and held my hand while gently twitching to tell me to move closer than before. "Why is it? Is it because of you?"

 

"Not sure"

"This means yes."

 

"There may be a part." I didn't answer the truth one hundred per cent. But this answer should be clear enough for him to understand my feelings. "Jeff, we haven't spent time together lately. I'm busy with myself. Jeff is also busy with his affairs. Sometimes it's a little lonely."

 

"Ah... It's true," Pu Alan nodded slowly in agreement. "I forgot to think about it.

 

Ah, I'm sorry."

 

"Don't apologise. Jeff means that Jeff is busy, too. I don't have time for you like before."

 

"I feel guilty anyway. I don't want to leave Jeff lonely."

 

I like it when Alan calls me by my name, not just calling me, but on my behalf. I like it when he calls me Jeff instead of himself. He's just calling me Jeff; he's used to it. I don't like that he doesn't hate me for calling me like that. He doesn't hate being called uncle. It's just when he calls me by my name. It makes me feel cuter. Yes, I see it like this, but I want to be pretty in my boyfriend's eyes, too.

 

"So I don't work today. What does Jeff want to do? I'm all I want."

"Really?"

 

"Hmm..." I pretended to be thoughtful. Even though I had an answer, I moved closer to him. It was so close that there was no space between us. I put my face down with my broad shoulders. I stayed still like that for a moment. Alan raised his arms and wrapped them quietly around my waist. He probably thought I just wanted to beg, like when we were just the two of us together. But the young captain held his back straight when my lips were on his neck. The stiffness seemed to be spelt.

 

I moved to the next stage when the other party didn't respond. The lips swirling around the neck moved up to the earlobe. And, of course, I didn't just blow the air to pretend or snap the earlobe; I played cutely. I bit, crunched, then flicked my face back and forth as if to bite it off the mouth. Next, the tongue licked the whole earlobe. Then, insert the tongue tip inside until my big man wrinkled his throat and fled. The sound of his breath is stronger and more frequent than before. The hand that used to be placed on my waist began to squeeze gently, instinctively.

 

I admit that I can be calm with everything except this. The passing days also increase the experience. From the first time, I was still brave and afraid to follow the lead of an experienced person like Alan. I'm confident I'm good enough to bring it up myself. After trying to bring it up many times, Alan's rhythm is consistently off.

 

Even though I know it's more stable and romantic. But sometimes I don't want that much romance from him. I want sex that arouses Rome. I want a touch of raw and unflavoured instincts, aiming at only one point of thirst. It makes me feel like I'm just an empty object that I wish to fulfil. 

 

"Calm down..." I know he had to say this when Alan said I tried to put my hand through the edge of his pants into my favourite corner. But because of the desire, it made my ears and eyes go crazy, so I ignored his words. Send the Link to the earlobe. The hand penetrated the forbidden area for others. But for me, it is no different from a private amusement park.

 

"Right here... In broad daylight?"

 

"This is my house," I whispered. Now, my hand has reached the innermost layer of the fortress. The heat spreads across the palm of my hand until I feel it. Seeing this, I also wanted to tease a calm person like him. The mouth forbids me to calm down. But he was so alert just because he was teased in the ear. Does he think he's an anime hero? That's why he likes to act like his mouth doesn't match his heart. 

 

"What are you afraid of?"

“Speaking to them is so polite.”

 

The people Pu Alan is talking about are the racing gang. They usually go in and out of this house, which is no different from theirs. Or it would not be wrong to call it the second branch of X Hunter Garage. On a good day, he drove to the park in front of the house and walked to ask for food. Some days, they came to sit and lie together in the living room because there was nowhere to go.

 

The security system isn't that safe because it's not unusual for many people who know the code to enter the house. Therefore, it's not uncommon for homeowners to be wary of uninvited guests who might open the door and rush in at this moment. I don't care.

 

"What are you excited about?" I said as I moved to sit on Alan's lap. The more I see his nervousness, the more excited I am. I am afraid some people will see us in such a precarious situation. But fear and fun are only separated by the air molecules. "This should be lonely." He looked up at me. His eyes still reflected the faint worry, but I could see the erupting sparks even then. Even though it wasn't in the bright zone, it was considered that my movement worked. He revealed his mouth as he stretched up to me. So I put my hand on his shoulder, not to invade until invited. I push the talented captain to lean on the sofa's backrest before leaning his face down to find it. Close until the tip of the nose almost collided. Lips are only a few cents apart. But I chose not to let the nose touch as we are familiar with.

 

Instead of sticking my tongue out to say hello, I attach my lips to a kiss, gently touching the tip of his lower lip before slowly entering the trunk into the mouth cavity until our tongues touch each other. I realised I was startled when the other party responded, like a short circuit. Now it's like I'm not myself. As for Alan, it's not for Alan, as far as I know. We are both new people who never thought we would be in the house that is quietly and terrifyingly changing.

 

Phu Alan took the time to take off my shirt after kissing me for a fraction of a second. The old stretch shirt was badly pulled off my head and thrown to the floor. The remaining shorts were the next target. But because I straddled him, it was impossible to take them off. Therefore, people who were once brave and afraid temporarily shook off their worries. Pho Alan grabbed me and flipped me to lie down instead of him. He grabbed the fabric of my pants before pulling them down at once. My body was naked in less than a minute. While he still had all his clothes on.

 

I looked at the older man who went down to kneel. He chased and kissed my calves and knees. I recognised his care and cherished it in every touch before being reinforced with eroticism when the hot tongue dragged on the skin of my body. From the tip of the toes, chasing toes to the shins, knees to the soft legs, the talented captain kept it smooth, not to leave any part of the heart. Even at the most sensitive point, He took good care of me, which I, who thought I was the leader at first. Now, I could only crumple that dark hair and vent the mood. My mouth was constantly open, but no sound came out because of the excitement.

 

The heart that I received was so tight that I couldn't cry anymore. Pu Alan’s reaction to my arousal was considered significantly different from my expectations. Because of this group, they seem to have something to think about at all times. Sometimes, sitting there, I accidentally made a frown without knowing it. And most importantly, he didn't come close to me for a while. Before deciding to use this stick, I feared it would be rejected. People with stress will have less desire for sex, which is normal. But with Pu Alan now, I feel this theory has an adverse effect.

 

He was taking the anxiety accumulated in his body into his hands. With every movement, without thinking, he went crazy. He hit hard and violently. The oversized sofa was so loud that it bothered our ears. Now, our tile floor must have already been scratched. But the worry about that matter would not pop up in his head until the fire that was erupting in that body was extinguished.

 

"Hmm.."

 

The young man said nothing. In his head, he seemed to have the ambition to reach the top. Two big hands squeezed my waist tightly. He gritted his teeth as he sent the youth in without lightness. And it will only be heavier with every passing moment. I don't know what the sex of the boys of the same generation is. Because the first and only one I've been with until now is him. The captain of the racing team is about 4 years old. A kind man whom everyone calls uncle. But now I can't feel the kindness or being an uncle. He is both raw and fierce. It makes my body tremble like yours. Even if I've never experienced anyone before. I'm sure he's better than many young boys. Having an old boyfriend is good.

 

When arriving at the dream side, the moaning sound is the loudest sound I've heard from his mouth in the week. It's a strong fist smashing on the sofa two or three times to vent the overwhelming compression that can't be released. It's not often that I see Pu Alan this calm. Even though it is our hottest time, there has never been a time when he has lost consciousness like now.

 

"Is it okay?" I asked Alan, who was still in front of my neck. He gasped hard; his breath was hot. His hands were clenched as if he were holding back something, which seemed contradictory. Because we just released at the same time as "Ugh... Wait a minute," Phu Alan replied in a blurry voice. I gently rubbed the back of his head, thinking that I wanted to grab his face and kiss him like he did every time after making love. But this time, I went back. I felt like Pho Alan was trying to avoid that action. Just now, he said he felt nothing. Now, I might have to withdraw his words.

 

"Pu Alan. "

 

"Huh?"

 

"Jeff loves you."

 

Instead of replying immediately like every time, Alan was silent for a moment before hugging and withdrawing. He looked at my face, revealing a faint smile and talking.

 

"I've known for a long time, kid."

 

That was the first moment I was sure that something was changing. It's not just stress about work or my brothers. It's not temporary fatigue or boredom. It's something bigger than that—I don't know exactly what it is. Because I chose not to use my own power with the person I love for any reason, I only know that it has a strong power to scare me, like I haven't felt in a long time.

 

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I arrived home when the sun was about to set. The new handsome man moved into his small house. Next to the attractive older man, I locked the car and stood looking at my two sons with admiration mixed with guilt. I know better than anyone how much potential they have. They were built for the racetrack, not just the general road or garage. Therefore, every time I see my son lying in the garage, I feel like a mean father who locks his child in the house, even though they are capable enough to do more.

 

But what can I do? I've already left the team. And even if I want to go back, I have time to practice as others do. He went in and still did half of the duties. In the middle, it's a burden for others. Now my life is tied to other things. There is no time left for personal needs. It would have to wait until my goal was achieved as intended. I can't tell when it was, and if I could still drive at that time.

 

I pressed the garage door before entering the house, but didn't enter the code in front of the door. Suddenly, I felt some strangeness. The plant pot is next to the sliding door in the original position. Pieces of soil from the pot are falling on the floor. Even if it's a little, I'm sure it's different from when I left the house this morning, which is impossible in a house where I can go in and out alone. 

 

The feeling of relaxation when I get home becomes a thrilling tension within a split second. I moved my hand to grab the gun case at my waist. Pulled the locked strap out and touched the handle of the gun in a prepared position. In my mind, I was grateful to Dr Chris for forcing me to carry a gun all the time since it was released in the media. In the past, I almost didn't use it. Because I was usually better at fighting with my bare hands. But because the doctor said that if you can stop the bullet with your bare hands, we will be ordained, so I had to.... There is a way to do it.

 

I pressed the door code as fast as possible. The sound of pressing the button and unlocking was so loud that I couldn't believe I hadn't had a problem with it before. I pushed the door of the house open. Slowly stepping in carefully as if I were sneaking into someone else's home. The right hand was still touching. Stuck at the handle of the gun hidden in the jacket. While sweeping around, everything in the house seemed normal. But I was one hundred per cent sure there was someone in the house, because before I came in, I heard something moving inside. So I entered the living room. The closer I got, the clearer it became because the smell of people kept wafting into my nose and grew more intense.

 

The last sign of the intruder was a gurgling sound from behind the counter in the kitchen. I approached the handle of the gun tightly. Prepare to pull it out of the envelope before

 

"Oh! Papa"

 

Babe stood up and popped out from behind the counter.

 

I was still for a moment, shocked and relieved at the same time, until my brain couldn't command it. It took several seconds for the breath to return to a normal rhythm. I slowly let go of the gun inside the envelope, thanking myself for not being so quick that the gun was pointed at Babe. Otherwise, it would have been explained for a long time.

 

"How did Babe get here?" I was confused. Today I asked him to come back home to sleep for a night because there are many things to think about and manage. I don't want to sit on my temples and make a frown for him to see. Therefore, I have to force myself to sleep separately for a night. Which, when I called. I went to tell you. Babe responded easily. I thought he would grow up and understand something easily. But I expected too much. "Which one night?"

 

"We slept separately. But before going to bed, we can meet." Babe replied hypocritically. On the one hand, holding a big tomato while holding a knife in a pose that is quite scary, to be honest, and I just noticed he was wearing my apron, which is considered a hundred-year-old image. It can be seen once.

 

"So why are you so shocked? Your face is so pale."

 

"Well, Babe didn't tell me. Come back and meet other people in the house. Who wouldn't be shocked?"

 

"Oh! Well, I told you I'll come. What else will you be shocked about?"

 

"Huh?" His answer made me confused again. "When did you tell me?"

 

"In the afternoon, I called. I'm going to find you," Babe explained with a serious expression, but my brain was empty. Not even a single scene of the incident he was talking about.

 

"I said I would like to come in the evening, late at night, and then you complain to me about driving. At night, I don't know what I will eat."

 

What is he talking about? Why don't I know anything about it?

 

"Did you forget this much, Charlie?"

 

I don't know how to answer. I'm trying to think. I'm trying to dig into the incident he mentioned, but it's nothing. I only remember calling. I found him at noon to tell him I wouldn't be returning to bed today. In the afternoon, my head spun because of the lab with my brothers all day until they dispersed. Then I drove back home. Now I remember everything except what Babe talked about. It's not that he made up a story to confuse me. Because his face looks grave. Plus, Babe is still not good at lying. If he lies, how he lies, I can catch him.

 

"There are a lot of things today. I may be blurry." That's the most reasonable conclusion. However, this is extraordinary; I can't remember the event at all. But I may be focused on something else and worried about it until I completely forget it. "I'm sorry."

 

But forgot about Babe?

 

I must have a serious condition.

 

"Are you okay?" Babe asked with a worried look, which I don't like. And I've tried not to make that kind of eye appear often. But in reality, I'm not good at anything.

 

"Okay," I answered casually while walking up to the trainee chef, who didn't seem to know what she would make. "So what are you going to do? Go sit down, and I'll make it."

 

"No!" Babe threw himself away. But he seemed to forget that he was holding his hand. Fortunately, I was able to dodge in time. The sharp tip of the knife is just a little bit. If there were no Sense of stealing now, I would have carried it to the emergency room. "Hey! Got hit?"

 

"I didn't get it right," I replied in a voice. Looking at the talented racer who turned into a wetter. Every time I was in the kitchen, it seemed that in the past, I was only wary of poor outsiders. I forgot that insiders were equally dangerous. In the end, I might die because Babe accidentally threw a knife at my guts or caused a gas explosion. "But it's dangerous, Babe, just stay alone."

 

"Mama is worried about me too much again."

 

"I'm worried about myself. I'm afraid of death." When I told the truth, I was hit by a big hammer. Babe, he just used his mouth unpleasantly. But he agreed to let me have the knife, but well, which is expected to be the result of that I just risked my life just now.

 

"I want to make you eat something," the trainee chef grumbled. His mouth was full and upside down, and his eyebrows frowned until they almost collided. From what I was tired of, now it's a pity. How far are you planning to play with my heart?

 

"I see that I'm tired lately.. I want to please him." Look at him.

 

Is he not afraid that I love him so much that he is heartbroken?

 

"What else do you want to please? This has got a lot of hearts," I said with a smile before pulling my new boyfriend in to hug him. My nervousness and fatigue decreased by more than half just from seeing his face. It is considered that Babe did the right thing to come to me here, because if we hadn't seen each other before going to bed tonight. Unfortunately, I would have missed a moment like this.

 

"I know that you have to say this."

"So it's not good?"

 

"That's good... But can't I do something for you?"

 

"Babe has done a lot," I replied while sweeping the supermarket bag on the counter to the side. Before carrying the talented chef up to sit instead, Babe still bent his face as before. But didn't rub anything. Plus, he raised his arm to hug my neck again. "I can't go anywhere."

 

"But I want you to eat some of my skills."

"I've eaten it before."

 

"Eat my craft... It's not eating me," Babe said knowingly. The index finger was stuck between my eyebrows and pushed. Gently with determination.

 

"It's also full."

"Eating me is satisfying, not full of stomach"

 

My favourite menu is very annoying. But the slightly raised corners of his mouth are not a lie. I know that he most likes this kind of speech. Even if he doesn't accept it directly, people like PitBabe. He is with every sweet word in the world except for my sweet words.

 

"So will I be satisfied today?"

 

"Find?" Babe narrowed his eyes in distrust. Of course, my hands circled his bottom like this. There are only fools who don't realise that they are being caught. "What's yours.. Where did you tell me during the day that we were separated?"

 

"Yes, but Babe won't separate."

 

"Oh! It's my fault again," he shouted in a high voice. "I'm just here to cook for you to eat. Then I'm going back."

 

"But Babe doesn't know how to cook."

 

"Do you want me to try it first? I've already practised."

 

"No need, cook, it's my duty." I tried to lull him gently. While one hand cleverly sneaked into the space under his dark T-shirt. "As for Babe, I must give myself the strength to cook."

 

"You're talking."

 

"Eh, why is that?" I said Scared and laughed, 'Babe should be shy."

 

"Don't be shy, I'm persistent."

 

"Oh... Look at me." Because I realised I had been tricked, I had to hurry up and beg him to change his mind. The first step was to lean his face, bury it in his neck, and gently crunch it and lick it calmly. The second step began while the first step continued. The fingertips were dragging under the shirt. When he found a goal that he liked, he crushed it and played with his hands. Both left and right positions were attacked no less. "Where did you tell me to please?"

 

"I'm going to cook"

"Then finish here, and I'll do it."

 

"How can I get it?"

 

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "I'll give it to you."

"This is your character"

 

Even though he complained, Babe still indulged me like every time. He leaned his hand behind me, opening the way for me to remove the hem of his shirt. Plus, he was a good boy and opened his mouth to snap the hem without me having to order again.

 

Babe seems to complain only enough during a ceremony. As soon as I turn my mouth down to act instead of my hands, the good chef immediately fights. The counter still supports one hand. The other hand is raised to rub my head. Both peck and crumple until I lose shape. The sound is only in the throat. The mouth still has to bite the shirt so it does not get in the way of my eating.

 

His body skin is smooth. The muscles are as beautiful as a statue. But in fact, Mr PitBabe sculpts himself with every bundle of hands. Wherever he drags his mouth, he can't help but flinch. Take a second bite that relieves the symptoms of fangs. But overall, now it should be beyond the word. The second time has gone far. When I came out to see the full work, I found that the celebrity's body was carpeted with traces of me, which, as the owner of the work, is very satisfying.

 

"How are you today?" I asked while kissing the skin over the edge of his pants. His two hands were trying to unhook and pull it down. The clear main goal is to release the fortress that blocked me and me as soon as possible. "Are you at home all day?"

 

"What are you asking now?" Babe made a messy face. It's likely because my question doesn't fit our current situation. But I don't feel that way at all. This time is the best time to ask for the most raw suffering... Isn't it?

 

"So can't you ask?" I asked back, "Well, I want to know what Babe did today. 

 

"The mouth asks, but the hand takes off the pants. Do you want to know?"

 

"It's true."

"Stop making a horny face first"

 

"Don't quit," I replied firmly while using my hand to throw Babe’s jeans away. The experience I've accumulated has taught me that the farther away, the less cluttered the needle is when entering. "Answer questions before taking off your underwear."

 

"This guy..." Babe smirked and cursed again as usual. I glanced at his face for only a second. Because there is now another goal that needs more attention, as a professional eater, I can't be flawed. "I didn't do it. What? Eat and sleep."

 

"Is that all?"

"Is it already afternoon before I wake up?"

 

"Hmm... Mrs wakes up late."

 

"Bastard", Babe raised his leg to kick me in a serious posture. It also seemed to aim at the head again. This is the size of me and peeled him in half. The legs were held on both sides. He still relied on my psychedelic rhythm to attack. Suppose it wasn't for me, faster than me. The kick just now, I would have been able to play with a broken ear bomb as well.

 

"Playing hard." I didn't say anything. I punished my legs with a spoon under the knee. Lift both legs high, then snatch the remaining inner layer in one go. "I've already hurt you twice."

 

"It's your mouth."

 

"Why my mouth?" I tilted my neck to look at him, holding the slender left leg up over my shoulder. Before tilting my face to press the kiss, the calf gently, even though my eyes were still locked on the face of the culprit. "Kiss?"

 

"No"

"Very stubborn"

 

"Be careful"

"Thank you for your concern."

 

After receiving another small set of silent curses, enough to be happy, now I need to take a break from the name of Nam Ho first because my mouth has another mission that is more important than it must be dealt with urgently.

 

I like that the name matches my feelings and that I am not shy to express myself sincerely. While I raise my favourite thing to my mouth, my ears hear his loud voice all the time. It's not wrong to call it. Although it's noisier than what normal people should listen to, I'm used to it. Because it's like I was sucked into Babe's world. Everything that covers me is a piece that comes from him. Both the moaning, the familiar body smell and the pheromones that radiate heat on the body and the smooth touch of the tongue. I can't recognise anything else. He has occupied all of me.

"Papa.. ...Papa"

 

He called me repeatedly. The sound of the sound was heavy; the rhythm of breathing ran for kilometres. Even though he was still the same. I am still lying on my kitchen counter, which has become a delicious food platform. The excellent menu that I eat, no matter how much I eat, I don't get bored. It's up to the chef to create various flavours, sometimes sweet, sometimes spicy, hot, as he likes each meal. And what's even better, this menu is special to me alone.

 

My body is all hot even though I'm acting alone. Touching the tip of the tongue is soft and enchanting. My heart beats like an innocent boy who has just tasted something suitable for the first time. His voice intoxicates me. The youth of Charlie tortures the fortress until I have to slide one hand down to deal with it. The trembling hand, trying to unbutton the pants and pull the zip down to send my hand to relieve the heat there first, because I want to spend a little more time with the appetiser menu.

 

"Hurry up."

 

But Babe doesn't like anything.

 

Even though the voice is so shaky that I almost don't notice it and the body is in a far-from-comfortable position, the talented person is still good. Babe urges me to hurry up and do what I should do instead of asking me to calm down with him.

 

"The second question: "I finally let Babe’s back plate return to the flat ground. Hold the slender legs open. Insert yourself in the middle. Rub the tight youth. This is the channel that I remember as great. "Is it good today?"

 

"What are you asking..."

"Answer"

 

"Ah!" The talented man was slightly startled because I changed the gentle ploughing into a hard hit. Instead of punishing him for avoiding answering the question, Babe accidentally came to the chest. The thigh was tight and squeezed together, so that I had to hold it open before holding one side up to the Shoulders to make us closer to each other.

 

"Not stubborn... I told you that I didn't do anything."

 

"Just eating and sleeping?"

"Yes"

 

"Are you sure?" I asked repeatedly, using what the other person wanted as bait, tempting him to enjoy it, acting like he gave it to me but didn't, until Babe twisted back and forth. Send his eyes to beg without hiding "To answer again"

 

"Ugh... Don't pretend."

"I'm not kidding, I'll answer first."

 

"Oh... So what do you want, Papa!?"

 

Talented people start to complain when they are offended. I solve the stubbornness by giving him what he wants... Give it almost all. Babe opened his mouth and took a breath. But I let it go. It stayed like that for him to be happy for a while, before confiscating it back again.

 

"Charlie!'

 

He will realise how much he needs it.

 

"Don't yell." I lightly patted the angry person on the cheek. But instead of getting angry, the person who was hit slapped back and accidentally smiled like that. "Talk to me well, and I'll do as you want."

 

"Well... I'm talking on the phone," Babe replied in a soft voice, trying to reach out and grab me. But he was caught with both hands until the end of the fight. 

 

"Don't..."

"Who are you talking to?"

 

"Do you think Phu has an affair?"

 

"No..." I put it in again slowly, and this time, I didn't pretend to pull it away anymore. But I let it hang in the middle of the road because I knew this was not enough to satisfy people like Pitbabe. "I just want to know. I'm just at home every day. I want to know if you talked to anyone you have talked to."

 

"I'm talking to you."

 

"Except me," I replied while holding hands with Babe on both sides. If only the hands were seen, we would now look like a very sweet couple. But if you step back and look at the big picture... It may not look very sweet, but I guarantee that it will definitely be pleasing to the eye. "But if the lover refuses to answer like this, I will think that secretly talking about a real affair."

 

"Where is the affair?" Babe moaned while twisting his waist back and forth. Squeeze his hips towards me. Hoping that something that lingers in the middle has filled the feeling of wanting to disappear at "Talk to Pu Alan"

 

"Oh... Then go." I nodded slowly instead of recognising. Before holding both hands coordinated, I pressed on the counter. Babe now seemed to be completely arrested. But it looks like the suspect is not afraid of the police at all.

 

"I've answered. Are you satisfied?"

"Very satisfied."

 

"So?"

"Come on"

 

That's all I answered. Before pushing the hardness in one go into Babe, the bent body gasped like a cork until he couldn't cry. But for a few moments, he began to breathe normally. Leave the back plate attached to the cold stone counter and let me play. The rest of the melodies are as he pleases. And it's not just because he's exhausted or emotionless. It's not just because he's exhausted or emotionless, but because he knows that in the world, no one knows his heart more than me.

 

"This is... Talent Award"

 

Where is the paradise of the beloved? Why don't I know every second we fuse into one? I can't take my eyes off the other person. In my eyes, there is only him. My vision frame is shaped like a beautiful body twisting before me. His eyes are greasy. The red mouth reveals that the clear water penetrates the corners of the mouth uncontrollably. The corners of the eyes are wet with tears flowing down to the temples. He cried repeatedly, reminding me of my name as if that was the only word he knew.

 

It's not just me; he makes me feel like he's the most beautiful and precious thing. He makes me drift, making me feel loved, praised, and worshipped. No matter where I stand, his immense love flows around me gently and warmly. Babe is so good that he feels like this, just lying here and looking at me without being distracted.

 

His love is so realistic, beautiful, and tangible. I swear I've always admired it sincerely and am ready to believe in and worship it forever. Only I can solve one puzzle.

 

"... Another... More than that," why does he have to lie?