In the room with dark lights on, a fierce battle was being staged on a large screen made of more than a dozen spherical screens. The ugly but strong man, who had just gotten up from the half-naked beauty, hugged the delicate girl in his arms. As the man hugged the girl in his arms and moved it, the girl's weak moans came from the loudspeaker.
In front of the screen, Akamoto, covered in sweat, was breathing heavily, slapped the butt of the rabbit girl in her arms while staring at the screen. From the passionate scene, he seemed to be able to gain the power of rebirth.
Akamoto likes to watch this ugly young man do such a thing with a beautiful woman. Seeing that beautiful face twisted and deformed under the hideous hide of that ugly face, and watching that sexy body ravage and torture by an ugly man, Akamoto feels particularly excited. He thinks this is an art, an alternative art where ugliness torn apart beauty, and darkness rapes the light. It is so perfect, so tempting, so...
Indescribable
This is the continuation of my life!
At the moment of passion, Akamoto felt as if he was decades younger. His fat body suddenly stood up from the sofa. He grabbed the rabbit girl's hair and pulled her to the front of the big screen, pressing her face directly on the screen.
Look, let me see clearly, does this guy look like me, does he look like me?! His swollen eyes were red and red. Akamoto pointed at Miyashiki Kita on the screen like a beast, and roared
The bunny girl was so scared that she was nobody's face, she only knew how to shake her head subconsciously
Not like it? You dare to say it doesn't look like it?! Akamoto was furious and raised his legs and looked at the rabbit girl's lower abdomen with one foot
The kick was fierce enough. The rabbit girl groaned and moved two or three meters away. A strand of hair was pulled down by Akamoto.
Akamoto refused to give up. He chased after him in two steps, raised his leg and kicked the rabbit girl hard.
After kicking him for more than a dozen feet, he was exhausted and panting, but his anger was still not gone. Finally, he turned around and moved the four-sided table in front of the sofa, lifted it up above his head, and smashed it hard on the rabbit girl.
With a bang, the low table hit the rabbit girl. The poor rabbit girl didn't even snort, and just fell to the ground. The blood overflowed from her forehead soon dyed the carpet under her red.
The closed door was pushed open from outside, and Yeshan Zhikyung rushed in with two strong men in black suits. Behind him, four or five medical staff in white coats
In the past two years, Akamoto's health has continued to deteriorate. His diabetes has reached its late stage. Various complications are threatening his life. Since the beginning of the year, kidney disease caused by diabetes has become more serious. Therefore, there are special doctors following him at all times.
Get out! Seeing Yeshan Tomoki rush in, Akamoto scolded him furiously
Yeshan Tomokyo bowed 90 degrees, but did not leave, but signaled the two strong men to move the rabbit girl out. Then, he signaled the doctors to come in and do a checkup for Akamoto.
Akamoto's anger was not gone, he kicked a doctor who was close to the ground, cursed and sat down in front of the sofa, turned around and saw the ugly man on the big screen lying on the beautiful woman again, and suddenly he became happy again
What an energetic young man, his fat big hands fell on his belly full of fat, Akamoto said with a smile, Chikyo Ah, do you think this guy looks like me when he was young?
It couldn't be more similar. Yeshan Tomokyo walked quickly to the front of the sofa, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and said with a smile, "I always feel that Miyashita and Mr. Miyashita seem to have a very close blood relationship, otherwise, how could they be so similar."
As he said this, he quickly turned his eyes to the pale doctors
The doctors realized that someone ran out to push the equipment and began to busy check Akamoto.
At this time, Akamoto seemed very happy and cooperated with the cumbersome checks quite well. He seemed to have fallen into some strange spiritual realm, squinting his eyes and smiling, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Yeshan Zhikyi sighed secretly. He looked at the ugly and short guy on the screen, then looked at Akamoto who was squinting his eyes, and felt a dazed.
As a confidant who has been following Akamoto for nearly 30 years, Yeshan Tomokyo is very aware of his master's mental state. Although he is unwilling to believe it, he still has to admit that Akamoto, who is over 60 years old, has a great mental problem. It is not wrong to say that he is a psychopath.
Akamoto said that this young man, Miyashige Kita, is very similar to him, and that's really nothing wrong. Both of them are ugly, humble from their backgrounds, and are both very ambitious, and they are willing to give in to realize their ambitions.
In the past thirty years, Akamoto has been living in the shadow of darkness. He has carried countless humiliations and stepped on the blood of countless people to this day. His mentality has long been no longer normal.
Those who play power will always sink into the quagmire of power. Chiben is a living example. What's even more tragic is that he has no offspring and has never really loved any woman. In his life, there are dark sides everywhere, and it has been like a day for decades.
It would be strange if people like this don’t have a broken mentality
Yeshan Tomokyo knew very well that Akamoto had no ambition now, of course, he had no room for improvement. Now, he spent most of his time in his memory. The reason why he valued Miyashita Kita so much was not because of how capable and talented this young man was, but because this guy could overlap with some shadows in Akamoto's memory.
This overlap made Akamoto, who was already mentally abnormal, lose himself. He felt that he had been reborn in this young man.
Yeshan Zhikyi didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he knew that Akamoto really needed a successor, and in the past few decades, this psychopath had never considered this aspect, but he didn't know if this equally ugly young man could take on such a burden.
In the spacious large room, Miyashita Kita knew nothing about what happened in the secret room. He was still greedily enjoying Mi Nakamura and his soft body.
Nakamura Mika, Nakamura Mika, Nakamura is the surname of her husband, and the girl who had just been ravaged by him is named Nakamura Nakamura Nakamura Nakamura, and that Nakamura is the surname of the girl's father
At the same time, enjoying this pair of women with close blood relationship, Kita Kitani felt a sense of darkness in his heart. Darkness made him feel excited, darkness made him energetic, and at the same time, darkness seemed to bring him everything.
Amid the heavy breathing, Miyashita Kita let go of Miwa Nakamura's straight and round legs with satisfaction, turned over and stood up from the tatami, took the half-pack of cigarettes on the table, walked to the window not far away, and pushed the closed window open
The night wind was wrapped in a bunch of rain that hit my face, falling on Jing Chi's body, with a slight coolness
Outside the window is the street scene of the night. On the empty and deserted streets, the lights reflect the silky rain curtain. Also under this rain curtain, there are psychedelic lights of thousands of homes.
The cigarette in his mouth was destroyed by the rain. Miyashita threw the cigarette out the window, and suddenly became excited.
He turned around and walked to the piano in the far corner of the room. His thick fingers were zipping on the black and white keys, and then he sat naked on the stool in front of the piano, pretending to play.
The dry piano sound filled the room. Originally, the limbs were wide open, and Nakamura Mika, who was lying on the tatami and staring up at the roof in a daze, trembling, then turned his head and turned to the position of the piano. When he saw Miyashita sitting on a stool, the usual sarcasm showed in his eyes.
Thick and short fingers are suitable for fighting, suitable for holding knives, and also suitable for stroking women's smooth skin, but not for playing the piano. What's more, even thick and short fingers are not complete now.
Moreover, although Miyashita Kita had played so twice in his previous life, he was definitely not proficient. Now he plays it on a whim, just like a foreigner who knows a little bit of fur speaks Chinese, one note and one note breaks out, and it doesn't make a tune at all.
Even though he couldn't play the tune, the stubborn Miyashita Kita never gave up. He was just entertaining himself, or rather, just blaspheming the piano and art?
However, as he pressed one sound after another there, Nakamura Nakamura, with long hair, slowly sat up. She bent her legs and sat there, holding her calves with her arms, and a trace of blood appeared on her pale little face.
In his originally dead eyes, he gradually became angry
She was sitting there looking at the silhouette of Hachihiro, listening to the noise he popped up over and over again, her two light pink lips slightly opened and closed, as if she was talking to herself. After a while, two lines of tears were left in her eyes that were flashing with light.
Miyashita Kita finally lost his patience. He stood up from the stool, stretched his waist hard, turned his head and said: I'm hungry, come with some food.
Mika Nakamura stood up and was about to say something, but her daughter asked in a weak voice: What is its name? It's this song.
You said this? Miyashita Kita is in great interest now. He reached out and pressed a key. With a tingling sound, he said, the street where Feng lives is this name
He suddenly thought of this name when this damn song appeared? His previous life seemed to be 2,000 years later, no matter what, now it belongs to me
I made it myself, how about it? A smile appeared on my ugly face, and the Miyagi Beida said shamelessly.
In front of the screen, Akamoto, covered in sweat, was breathing heavily, slapped the butt of the rabbit girl in her arms while staring at the screen. From the passionate scene, he seemed to be able to gain the power of rebirth.
Akamoto likes to watch this ugly young man do such a thing with a beautiful woman. Seeing that beautiful face twisted and deformed under the hideous hide of that ugly face, and watching that sexy body ravage and torture by an ugly man, Akamoto feels particularly excited. He thinks this is an art, an alternative art where ugliness torn apart beauty, and darkness rapes the light. It is so perfect, so tempting, so...
Indescribable
This is the continuation of my life!
At the moment of passion, Akamoto felt as if he was decades younger. His fat body suddenly stood up from the sofa. He grabbed the rabbit girl's hair and pulled her to the front of the big screen, pressing her face directly on the screen.
Look, let me see clearly, does this guy look like me, does he look like me?! His swollen eyes were red and red. Akamoto pointed at Miyashiki Kita on the screen like a beast, and roared
The bunny girl was so scared that she was nobody's face, she only knew how to shake her head subconsciously
Not like it? You dare to say it doesn't look like it?! Akamoto was furious and raised his legs and looked at the rabbit girl's lower abdomen with one foot
The kick was fierce enough. The rabbit girl groaned and moved two or three meters away. A strand of hair was pulled down by Akamoto.
Akamoto refused to give up. He chased after him in two steps, raised his leg and kicked the rabbit girl hard.
After kicking him for more than a dozen feet, he was exhausted and panting, but his anger was still not gone. Finally, he turned around and moved the four-sided table in front of the sofa, lifted it up above his head, and smashed it hard on the rabbit girl.
With a bang, the low table hit the rabbit girl. The poor rabbit girl didn't even snort, and just fell to the ground. The blood overflowed from her forehead soon dyed the carpet under her red.
The closed door was pushed open from outside, and Yeshan Zhikyung rushed in with two strong men in black suits. Behind him, four or five medical staff in white coats
In the past two years, Akamoto's health has continued to deteriorate. His diabetes has reached its late stage. Various complications are threatening his life. Since the beginning of the year, kidney disease caused by diabetes has become more serious. Therefore, there are special doctors following him at all times.
Get out! Seeing Yeshan Tomoki rush in, Akamoto scolded him furiously
Yeshan Tomokyo bowed 90 degrees, but did not leave, but signaled the two strong men to move the rabbit girl out. Then, he signaled the doctors to come in and do a checkup for Akamoto.
Akamoto's anger was not gone, he kicked a doctor who was close to the ground, cursed and sat down in front of the sofa, turned around and saw the ugly man on the big screen lying on the beautiful woman again, and suddenly he became happy again
What an energetic young man, his fat big hands fell on his belly full of fat, Akamoto said with a smile, Chikyo Ah, do you think this guy looks like me when he was young?
It couldn't be more similar. Yeshan Tomokyo walked quickly to the front of the sofa, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and said with a smile, "I always feel that Miyashita and Mr. Miyashita seem to have a very close blood relationship, otherwise, how could they be so similar."
As he said this, he quickly turned his eyes to the pale doctors
The doctors realized that someone ran out to push the equipment and began to busy check Akamoto.
At this time, Akamoto seemed very happy and cooperated with the cumbersome checks quite well. He seemed to have fallen into some strange spiritual realm, squinting his eyes and smiling, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Yeshan Zhikyi sighed secretly. He looked at the ugly and short guy on the screen, then looked at Akamoto who was squinting his eyes, and felt a dazed.
As a confidant who has been following Akamoto for nearly 30 years, Yeshan Tomokyo is very aware of his master's mental state. Although he is unwilling to believe it, he still has to admit that Akamoto, who is over 60 years old, has a great mental problem. It is not wrong to say that he is a psychopath.
Akamoto said that this young man, Miyashige Kita, is very similar to him, and that's really nothing wrong. Both of them are ugly, humble from their backgrounds, and are both very ambitious, and they are willing to give in to realize their ambitions.
In the past thirty years, Akamoto has been living in the shadow of darkness. He has carried countless humiliations and stepped on the blood of countless people to this day. His mentality has long been no longer normal.
Those who play power will always sink into the quagmire of power. Chiben is a living example. What's even more tragic is that he has no offspring and has never really loved any woman. In his life, there are dark sides everywhere, and it has been like a day for decades.
It would be strange if people like this don’t have a broken mentality
Yeshan Tomokyo knew very well that Akamoto had no ambition now, of course, he had no room for improvement. Now, he spent most of his time in his memory. The reason why he valued Miyashita Kita so much was not because of how capable and talented this young man was, but because this guy could overlap with some shadows in Akamoto's memory.
This overlap made Akamoto, who was already mentally abnormal, lose himself. He felt that he had been reborn in this young man.
Yeshan Zhikyi didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he knew that Akamoto really needed a successor, and in the past few decades, this psychopath had never considered this aspect, but he didn't know if this equally ugly young man could take on such a burden.
In the spacious large room, Miyashita Kita knew nothing about what happened in the secret room. He was still greedily enjoying Mi Nakamura and his soft body.
Nakamura Mika, Nakamura Mika, Nakamura is the surname of her husband, and the girl who had just been ravaged by him is named Nakamura Nakamura Nakamura Nakamura, and that Nakamura is the surname of the girl's father
At the same time, enjoying this pair of women with close blood relationship, Kita Kitani felt a sense of darkness in his heart. Darkness made him feel excited, darkness made him energetic, and at the same time, darkness seemed to bring him everything.
Amid the heavy breathing, Miyashita Kita let go of Miwa Nakamura's straight and round legs with satisfaction, turned over and stood up from the tatami, took the half-pack of cigarettes on the table, walked to the window not far away, and pushed the closed window open
The night wind was wrapped in a bunch of rain that hit my face, falling on Jing Chi's body, with a slight coolness
Outside the window is the street scene of the night. On the empty and deserted streets, the lights reflect the silky rain curtain. Also under this rain curtain, there are psychedelic lights of thousands of homes.
The cigarette in his mouth was destroyed by the rain. Miyashita threw the cigarette out the window, and suddenly became excited.
He turned around and walked to the piano in the far corner of the room. His thick fingers were zipping on the black and white keys, and then he sat naked on the stool in front of the piano, pretending to play.
The dry piano sound filled the room. Originally, the limbs were wide open, and Nakamura Mika, who was lying on the tatami and staring up at the roof in a daze, trembling, then turned his head and turned to the position of the piano. When he saw Miyashita sitting on a stool, the usual sarcasm showed in his eyes.
Thick and short fingers are suitable for fighting, suitable for holding knives, and also suitable for stroking women's smooth skin, but not for playing the piano. What's more, even thick and short fingers are not complete now.
Moreover, although Miyashita Kita had played so twice in his previous life, he was definitely not proficient. Now he plays it on a whim, just like a foreigner who knows a little bit of fur speaks Chinese, one note and one note breaks out, and it doesn't make a tune at all.
Even though he couldn't play the tune, the stubborn Miyashita Kita never gave up. He was just entertaining himself, or rather, just blaspheming the piano and art?
However, as he pressed one sound after another there, Nakamura Nakamura, with long hair, slowly sat up. She bent her legs and sat there, holding her calves with her arms, and a trace of blood appeared on her pale little face.
In his originally dead eyes, he gradually became angry
She was sitting there looking at the silhouette of Hachihiro, listening to the noise he popped up over and over again, her two light pink lips slightly opened and closed, as if she was talking to herself. After a while, two lines of tears were left in her eyes that were flashing with light.
Miyashita Kita finally lost his patience. He stood up from the stool, stretched his waist hard, turned his head and said: I'm hungry, come with some food.
Mika Nakamura stood up and was about to say something, but her daughter asked in a weak voice: What is its name? It's this song.
You said this? Miyashita Kita is in great interest now. He reached out and pressed a key. With a tingling sound, he said, the street where Feng lives is this name
He suddenly thought of this name when this damn song appeared? His previous life seemed to be 2,000 years later, no matter what, now it belongs to me
I made it myself, how about it? A smile appeared on my ugly face, and the Miyagi Beida said shamelessly.
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