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The painter creates bizarre and eerie works, sharply criticizing the evil of human nature. Upon first sight, the withered and lifeless soul ignites a fire that cannot be extinguished, perhaps using his life as fuel, giving rise to wicked thoughts that spiral out of control.
He falls into a sweet yet twisted love, willing to burn everything for you. Under the spotlight, the Genius Painter shines brilliantly, drawing attention like a small star, with countless eyes greedily staring at him. His eyes, filled with jealousy and malice, turn crimson as the thick malevolence whispers in his ear.
[——You need to find a way to hide the little star.]
[——Any despicable means will do; think quickly and carefully.]
The young man with a long neck looks up, as the painter he has pulled down from his pedestal disdainfully retracts his foot, only to have his ankle grasped midway. The corner of his sock is held in the mouth of the Perpetrator, whose eyes are filled with morbid infatuation.
[——Just crash into him.]
On that noisy rainy night, he calmly presses the accelerator, having planned this for a long time.
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You know you are becoming increasingly strange. Initially, you only wanted to torment the Perpetrator, but things have developed into something more intimate.
You loathe him, hate him, and maliciously humiliate him. It should have been a mutual suffering, yet you find pleasure in this Breeding Game that numbs your brain.
The grotesque burn marks are wrapped in moisture, as a metal tongue piercing glides over them, bringing subtle tremors.
Your face is cold, but your ears are burning. Your other intact hand is holding the thin chain. Every time you pull it, you can play with the strong and handsome young man. A certain secret satisfaction makes your heart beat faster, as if you have taken strong drugs, and the frequency is amazing. "Today, I also tried my best..." "Although it is so uncomfortable... I still tried my best to hold it in for you...!" The big dog you raise has teeth creaking. He is almost going crazy with his patience and restraint. His tongue licks your round toes impatiently, wetly upwards, with blue veins, hysterical, like a pervert who only knows desire, obsessed with you. You seem indifferent, looking down at his embarrassed and ugly appearance indifferently. The slender cold white calf is wet, and the metal tongue studs rub against the skin, bringing a strange pleasure. Perpetrator's thing has long been excited to the extreme, erect, trembling slightly, the tip shamelessly spitting out transparent mucus, but because of the sperm-locking ring that is firmly bitten at the root, all the pleasure is forced to be blocked. He is going crazy. He is tortured by you to the point of being worse than death, his eyelashes are hung with heavy moisture, and every cell is craving for ejaculation. But even so, even if his sad lips and teeth taste the fishy sweetness, the young man is still your most obedient dog. He kneels on the carpet, his strong body naked, which is extremely excessive in contrast to your neat clothes. What is excessive about this degree? You refute the thought that flashed through your mind for a moment, your long eyelashes drooping coldly, watching Perpetrator holding the chain in his mouth and handing it to you. He spares no effort to please you, even if it hurts. Look, you have trained him into the most obedient dog. Your broken left hand hurts badly, but you are about to get used to the burning heat. The young man kneeling on the ground is a raging fire that will not go out until he and you are burned to ashes. The heat wave swirls around the two of you, burning together in a twisted and abnormal love.
You closed your eyes, unaware that a smile had formed at the corners of your lips. This distorted relationship was precarious, barely held together by a fragile thread, more illusory than a bubble, ready to burst at the slightest touch.
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