There's No Need to Feel Inferior About Being Diavolo's Dog

Chapter 33 I know how to stop repairing. But it's not my fault that the stand-in was so easy to use that all the traces were lost in an instant, hehe. Diavolo ignored me. He was reviewing his physical condition. Forgive me for my unintentional speculation. I think the switch between him and Tobio is similar to the hero in the game console who defeats the devil and is crowned king, changing the crown and cloak, but because the soul is different, the body is changed in shape, instead of hiding the model and a new individual appears. For example, he lifted the quilt and sat on the bed now... Some parts were still wet and shiny with a sticky oil. Why is there a sheen? Here I want to describe the texture of that jar of cream. I bought spray-cream just to be lazy. After all, it doesn't need to be whipped. Just shake it and you can create a fluffy and dense decoration on the dessert. Taking it from the supermarket shelf to the shopping basket... No, probably its makers didn't even think it would be used for that. The snow-white foam falls on the skin, first becoming three-dimensional and delicate like its job, decorating a cake. Then it slowly collapsed as the body temperature heated up, turning into a translucent milky white liquid that slowly flowed along the buttocks////groove and legs. It melted too fast. It's too hot. The air outlet of the air conditioner, which had made me feel cold not long ago, was blocked by the sweetness that permeated the air. The hot oil seemed to be gurgling and puffing, and the small bubbles were broken little by little. The scent of milk and sweat were mixed, white, red, and black, flowing with a transparent dream, so hot that it made people lose consciousness. It was a long and painful disaster. Even afterwards. The goddess Vesta punishes sinners who desecrate food and family, and the oil and slime mix into something worse. The translucent oil film solidified between my legs, tightly adhering to every part of my skin, turning into a fine and annoying sting with my breathing. But it was not just pain, it was the scab of memory, and Tobio's crimson face kept flashing back. "Sissel..." He took over the cold nozzle, and milky white frosting blossomed everywhere on my body. "... Very sweet..." Of course, I never complain about the quality of food. Maybe Tobio is not doing it anymore, he just wants to eat some sweets. That's why I'm standing here like a discarded cake embryo. Cream parties are fun, but the people cleaning them don't think so. I don't think I'll have a cream-topped dessert on the table for a long time. But now, I feel a little unknown and irritable. I can't tell why. "Sissel." "I'm sorry, Master." I quickly pulled my thoughts away from the memories and returned to reality to prevent the things in my mind from disturbing the man who also took over the disaster. "Tobio is still young, he doesn't know how to make everything better, like a young butcher who only knows how to chop meat into pieces with a knife." To my surprise, the words were hoarse, gentle, elegant, and dangerously calm. The curves of his body are completely different from the slenderness of the young man. He is strong and muscular, and his long plum-pink hair with spots slides down his smooth back. It is rotten and beautiful. I know that Diavolo will take time to exercise, but this is the first time I can appreciate it so... Intuitively and openly. It's like it was actually us who had sex just now. Oh my God. The moment this thought crossed my mind, I heard a chuckle. He can hear what I'm thinking - I think. "You too, Sissel." The voice changed from pity and helplessness that I couldn't understand to indifference. It was the kind of hatred that Bellicle had when facing his incompetent subordinates. "I asked you to go to Campania to study, and you learned this?" The shame of Italian men. He probably wanted to say this. Tobio used to say the same thing about me, but I think he is no longer qualified. "I'm sorry... I don't..." I couldn't go on. "You think it's punishment." He pointed out mercilessly, "Face it with the thought of suffering." "Go take a shower." I raised my head suddenly. "Let's see." Diavolo sighed, as if my resistance was expected, "Suffering, bad fast food, friction, brute force and soreness. Sissel, I dare not think about you saying this to your subordinates... What they will think." Che disonore (serious disgrace) What is lost is the master's face. Like a skilled chef, his apprentices are known to send high-grade foie gras and steaks directly into the oven without any processing. "Don't make me say it a second time." I turned around stiffly and went to the bathroom. The wounds on his body have almost healed, but the mess between his legs and the memories keep stacking up. He is right. The oily substance with heavy skin folds was so difficult to clean that it made me want to peel off the skin and replace it with another layer. Maybe the bloody mess would dampen the owner's interest, but this kind of violation is more difficult to perform than the pain. The hot water continuously hits the skin, which means that the clean water gradually becomes clear, but it becomes the beginning of the next disaster. The bathroom is filled with Di Saronno's water lotus shower gel, where the iris in the morning mixes with the cedar musk in the evening and melts. I'm just too scared. Yes, afraid. The mad dog who is not afraid of death, self-harm, the unknown, vampires... Is afraid of the understatement... There is no set time... The door was opened. I look back. The cigarette on his fingertips was half-burned, and the green-white smoke was wetted by the thick water vapor in the bathroom. He frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it. He put the cigarette out on the tile and threw it outside. "Both the government and the people recognize the rise of Passione, but the old mafia is too restless. I need an assassination team to do shady things for me. Baileycroft is too busy. Polpo's character is not suitable. Sissel..." "I..." I finally heard a familiar field, and I hurriedly wanted to ask for credit. "You can't." The bathroom door was closed, and the water mist made a soft sound as the pulley and metal collided with the wall. Form a confined space. I was shocked. "You're just one person." Fortunately, he didn't mean that I couldn't do it, but that I was the only one who couldn't do it. "I need a lot of substitute messengers with 'arrows'." Those deep green eyes did not look at me who was constantly getting wet under the shower. "I want to become the emperor of Italy and establish a dark rule that cannot be overthrown. The current lineup of subordinates is far from enough." The trust in me that was vaguely revealed in his words made every pore in my body feel a pleasant tremor. "I will make you the sharpest knife." "Yeah." There was no emotion in the plain voice, but my body, which was a little soft due to the long-term high temperature, instantly fell from the clouds. "Come here after you're clean." Still no emotion, just simple statements and orders. Back to the cloud again. Of course I will not disobey his orders. But I still want to struggle, because I am Sissel: "I am in Egypt..." I don't obey orders... In just one year, he has gone from being cute to a lifeless man standing in front of me, giving me a mountain of oppression. I know. He was not angry from the beginning. He knew I would do that. He guessed and saw it, but he was not angry. On the contrary, relieved. Why, I don't understand. "You always have a lot of ideas... Subordinates are like this, full of all kinds of unpredictable little thoughts. As a qualified boss, how to make a collar and what is a suitable collar are required courses for driving." Those calloused hands moved upward one by one along my bare spine. The force was neither heavy nor light, but it made my tight back soften little by little, and there was an incomprehensible thirst in my throat. There is obviously a lot of water. Bathroom. "... Master..." Water lotus, cucumber, musk. The taste is not as elegant as diluted with water, but is heavy and distracting. I'm very tired. But unlike the young boy's restless hormones that pull people upward, his breath is like a thick net. The heavy pressure keeps the person falling, never ending, and there is always a spider thread hanging at an arm's length. I stretched out my hand, but couldn't catch it. This is a hunter's trap. He is very patient. Extremely slow. With absolute power and calmness, he controls a rhythm that is unfamiliar and unrealistic to me. He smiled: "You are very hungry, puppy. Tobio didn't feed you, right?" I leaned back with great effort and swallowed in a big and weak way. My whole body was filled with an extremely unfamiliar sourness and fullness. "Master, Trixiu..." I know that Diavolo knows what I have done, and I want to talk to him about my goddaughter. This is both a confession and an escape. I'm sorry I lied to Tobio I'm sorry I'm sorry... ​…I'm sorry… A short, strange gasp that seemed to come from the clouds, but definitely not something I could send out, came out from the rolling lips. Senses become sharper in an instant. I noticed his anger and murderous intent rising in an instant. But I was not killed, grabbed my hair and hit the mirror behind me. Instead, the devil possessed me and kissed me lightly under the corners of my eyes with my black lips. Move to the cheek. Like being crawled by a snake. In the end, his fangs pierced his ear. "Sissel." The voice was very soft, but more dangerous than any time he had killed me or drowned me before. Although he was still hot and unhurried, and his voice was as soft as a feather falling into the water, "You will kill her for me." My breathing stopped for a moment. Like falling into an ice cave. "Look, it's your little idea again. Do you think I will indulge you this time, my Sissel...?" His movements were gentle, but his words were like a sharp whip hitting my nerves, "There are not so many good things that have the best of both worlds." I opened my mouth and gasped feebly, like a fish being thrown to the shore. The brain is working. If there was a scale, Terry and... No, my goddaughter, whom I have known for a short time, is not even qualified to be on the scale, or in other words, no one is qualified to be on the scale. The other end of the scale opposite to the master is my soul. This is a no-brainer question. Replies can be given instantly. "Will..." "Good boy." He got an answer he had known for a long time, but he seemed to be pleased. Water droplets dripped down the tips of the hair, chin, collarbone, and finally onto the pink hair that had been soaked by the water mist. "Ti meriti un premio (You deserve a reward)." I got it.  …Alive.

Good dog, good dog! The master is also a human being. Sissel's physical strength is also obtained from the boss and used for the boss [covering face and laughing]

When will it be unlocked? [Heartbroken] [Heartbroken] [Heartbroken]

Don't be anxious, adjust slowly, we will all be waiting for you ❤️ It is my honor to read such a delicious book [Spread Flowers]

How are you, Dad? I see that the next door is still updating normally, but I don't know if it's the manuscript box. Are you okay?

I really miss my dog. Do I still have one? 😭 😭 😭

When will the next chapter be updated? 🥺

Boss...😭

[Heartbroken][Heartbroken] Teacher, don't give up, oh oh oh

I miss my dear nth day [hug my thighs]