Agath

Chapter 21

(21)

"Dassault!"

Dassault Grant had just come out of the game hall with his friends when he heard a familiar voice.He raised his head and saw Ymir of Gund's family standing across the street in a daze, not knowing why.

"I still have something to do, you go first." Dassault said to his friend.

He crossed the street and walked up to Ymir.

"Hi! Why are you still outside so late?"

"I just remembered... I've never been here before." Ymir said.

"Well, it's true. So, want to go in and have a look?"

Ymir shook his head.

"Otherwise where do you want to go?"

The two, one after the other, crossed the railway tracks across the town and came to an abandoned parking lot next to the woods.

"Ymir Gund, an outstanding student in the school, actually wandered in the parking lot in the middle of the night. This doesn't look like you." Dassault looked Ymir up and down, and said jokingly. "But you'd better be careful these days. Degut went out at night a few days ago, and no one has seen him since then."

"You don't understand me at all." Ymir automatically ignored Dassault's next words.

"Ah, you're right. I just... just... uh..."

"I understand what you mean." Ymir interjected.

"Oh, really? What do you understand?"

Ymir didn't answer his question, but asked, "Have you seen a picture of yourself?" Seeing Dassault's confused face, he explained, "It's the kind of photo that was taken without your knowledge. The picture you take, it’s going to be in angles that you don’t normally see in the mirror. And then you’re like, ‘This is me, that’s me.’ You… know what I mean?”

"I think I understand."

"I have this feeling tonight." After leaving these words, Ymir turned and ran into the grove.

Dassault shook his head with a smile, and followed.

"So you are surprised by yourself?" Dassault stood very close to Ymir, staring into his eyes condescendingly, "So you are no longer afraid of being touched?"

"Please don't spoil the atmosphere." Ymir closed his eyes, raised his slender neck, and slowly leaned against the tree.

Dassault looked at this fragile beauty up close, and had to admit that he was fatally attractive to him.The other party's slender body was tightly pressed against the big tree, trembling slightly.It seems to be afraid, and it seems to be just nervous.His long eyelashes drooped down to cover his eyes, and there seemed to be a little crystal drop of water on them.The bright moonlight cast a shadow on his face, making it all seem like a dream or a fantasy, both true and false.

Dassault walked over slowly and kissed those two thin lips.

Ymir's arms subconsciously rested on Dassault's neck, so Dassault took advantage of the situation to hug him and leaned against the tree trunk.He gradually increased the intensity of the kiss, then separated Ymir's legs and squeezed in.

Just when Dassault was about to stick his tongue into the opponent's mouth, a sharp tingle suddenly came from the tip of his tongue.

Ymir seemed to wake up all of a sudden, he pushed Dassault away, and then stood several steps away from him.

Dassault's mouth was full of fishy smell, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and only then did he see a small piece of flesh bitten off by Ymir.

He sneered, and took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two of them.

"Everyone says you're crazy, but you don't know how crazy."

Dassault rushed over and held Ymir tightly in his arms.

Ymir was taken aback by his appearance, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "I want to go home!"

Dassault ignored him, he rubbed Ymir's waist fiercely with his hands, and screamed a few times when he saw that the other party was startled.His lips moved to Ymir's neck, wanting to kiss his Adam's apple.

"let me go!"

"Don't go! If you start, you will play to the end!" Dassault bit Ymir's lip viciously.

Ymir punched him subconsciously, knocking Dassault's head sideways.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ymir broke free from Dasso's arms, and then staggered towards the outside of the forest.

Dassault came back to his senses, caught up with Ymir, and patted his abdomen.Ymir squatted down and covered his stomach in pain.

Dassault grabbed Ymir's hair, threw him down on the grass, and then pressed his knees against his stomach, preventing him from getting up.Then he freed up both hands and hurriedly unbuttoned his pants.

"Go away!" Ymir yelled anxiously, but he couldn't help but couldn't exert his strength.

"Be quiet! Don't move, it won't hurt you."

Just as Dassault wanted to lean down, he found a pair of gloved hands pressing on his shoulders, pulling him away from Ymir.He subconsciously turned around, wanting to punch this person in the nose, but was restrained by the opponent's skillful force.

"Damn! What are you doing?"

Not giving Dassault a chance to resist, Yeoerman threw an overhand directly, knocking him to the ground hard.

"Damn it, take it easy! My bones are broken!"

Yeorman took off the scarf around his neck and tied Dassault's hands tightly behind his back.

"Fortunately, I wore a scarf when I went out. It's really cold this season." Yeoerman kept moving his hands, but looked at Ymir who was stunned aside.

"Bitch!"

Yeoerman patted the face of Dassault who was still scolding, and then stood up.

"It's up to you." He smiled and said to Ymir.

"I'm badly hurt!"

"To shut up."

Maybe it was because the opponent's aura was too strong, Dassault obediently shut up.

Ymir stood up clutching his stomach. He looked at Yorman who was standing calmly, and read comfort and encouragement from his eyes.

He walked slowly to Dasso and kicked him hard.