Sen Xiazhi spent more than ten years taming a wolf into a human. But when the wolf showed desire beyond its canine teeth for the first time, he discovered that he was the one who was tamed.
Taro Morinori is a child raised by wolves. The she-wolf used her last body heat to push him up the steps of the shrine, and the priest Mori Xiazhi gave him a name and a human skin. Teach him to use chopsticks, recognize the fifty tones, and polish his biting instinct into a polite smile. He learned very well. He is gentle and polite to everyone, except in front of Sen Xia Zhi - the first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is to bite his chin. Sentaro said it was confirmation. Make sure the man is still alive, make sure he didn't leave him like a she-wolf.
Later Morin Taro grew up. He became the leader of Yokohama Port, Mori Ogai. Everyone is afraid of him and no one knows his past. And Mori Ogai sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the port every day, holding a shiny wood chip in his hand - it was the bud from the camphor tree at the shrine many years ago. The typhoon blew off the branches, so Mori Ogai put the buds in the hole of the tree to grow. When they were dry, he ground them into amulets, and Mori Ogai hung them for half his life. Waiting for someone. Wait for someone who will never come to him.
Everyone thought Mori Ogai had no weaknesses. Only Mori Ogai himself knew that his weakness was nailed to death under the camphor tree of the shrine on that rainy night many years ago. It was a name that he didn't dare to touch, couldn't bear to let go of, and kept it under his tongue and chewed it over and over again. His adoptive father, his god, the only boundary Mori Ogai dared not cross in his life, and the prey he most wanted to devour. It took Mori Ogai fifteen years to learn how to behave, and a lifetime to learn restraint. But when the restraint finally broke into desire, when he put his lips to the old scar on the man's collarbone for the first time, Mori Ogai noticed that the man was trembling. It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I've endured it for so many years that I've forgotten how to be touched. When Mori Ogai used his fangs to test the old wounds, the man didn't speak and just raised his neck slightly. Just like when he was blocking shrapnel on the battlefield many years ago, he showed a sacrificial gesture. Then Mori Ogai realized that Mori Ogai was struggling, and Mori Natsuki was struggling too; Mori Ogai was restraining himself, but Mori Natsuki was restrained longer than him. It took Ogai Mori fifteen years to learn how to be a good person, and Natsuki Mori took even longer to learn one thing, to be loved.
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