MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 26 Lilith Night

You know, he is an old churros with rich experience in Winston. If he is let go, he will be scared, and his pride can't stand it.

"Hunter is not yet twenty years old, just a little ghost! Why are you preventing him from exploring this flowery world? Are you fair to him?"

Little Hunt, this is all for you!

You must repay me in the future!

"I want him."

Winston's voice was not loud, but it pressed Donald's nerves, and his brain hurt.

"But I don't like being threatened. What Hunter likes, I have no reason to stop him."

"Then try it." Winston loosened Donald's collar. "Next week at Red Bull, I will send you Sauber drivers off the track one by one."

Donald's teammate shook his shoulder and looked at Donald for help.

Not that the two of them are not seeded, but because of Winston's ability, it is really possible to squeeze them out of the track without being able to judge him.

"What a **** you mean ..." Donald raised his hand and clasped his head, his intellectual and moral struggles.

"I've never been a gentleman." Winston replied.

"Hunt knows you're a bastard?"

"He will know later."

Looking at Winston's expressionless face, Donald greeted God in his heart, and he finally knew what was the highest state of shamelessness.

"Then I ... how can I be friends with him in the future?"

"Take him to a healthier event."

"Like what?" Donald was about to collapse.

Which activities are considered healthy for Winston?

"Tennis, horse riding, barbecue, skiing are all OK."

"... I see, you **** just don't let him pick up girls, right!"

Donald looked at Winston with a lunatic gaze.

He originally thought that Winston just had a bad cold, but now he thinks this is a paranoid and monotonic neurosis.

"Not even a man."

Donald felt that his principles had been destroyed.

Although he was romantic in his life, he never did bad things.

But now he felt like he was pushing a little fart who hadn't even pulled a woman's little hand into the fire pit.

But this lunatic, Winston ... can definitely do it. He suddenly remembered his last race, and Winston gave way to a hooped car. The car instead went sideways and nearly ran into himself who was catching up from behind. Because of this, he fell out of the top three.

At that time, he just felt that he was unlucky.

"Last time, did you do it on purpose!" Donald suddenly realized that he wanted to drag Winston's collar, but the other side avoided it.

"That's a warning to you. But in Austria, I won't show mercy."

"Your mother ..."

Donald tried to punch each other, but couldn't even raise his fist.

Winston glanced over and looked at Donald's cellphone still on the bed.

"You can call him now or fight against me."

"Ha ..." Donald smiled at himself.

"Hit ... it's just a party ..." teammates persuaded.

Donald gritted his teeth and called Hunter's phone.

Hearing the sound of that little ghost on the cell phone, Donald became even more guilty.

With every word he said, he had to endure the pressure from Winston, and it wasn't until Hunt's little ghost hung up the phone that Donald exhaled.

"On the Red Bull circuit, I will block Enzo of Lotus for you in the first five laps. As for whether you will be caught by him later, it depends on you."

After that, Winston closed and left.

Teammates opened their eyes wide and looked at Donald: "My mother! Did you hear what Winston said? He said he would block Enzo in the first five laps! Your old opponent Enzo!"

Donald stroked his chin thoughtfully: "It seems like a good deal?"

"So ... what about Hunter?"

"This world ... there are always some heroes who have sacrificed themselves to save their lives. We can't stop Hunter's heroic dream." Donald nodded in affirmation.

"Hey ... you said Vann Winston was mean, I don't think you're going any better."

"Hey ... we just can't say what happened just now. It's not good for us, it's not good for Hunter."

"Crap! Am I Vann Winston's opponent?"

Yeah ... in the attitude of Vann Winston, they will not get along even if they say a word.

"Then we really cancel the party completely?"

"Crap, of course not! Call the cute bunnies! We're going to another hotel to continue the party!"

"Good idea!"

After rolling the quilt into a mess, Hunter sent a text message to Winston very suddenly: the bunny girl party was cancelled, and the kits bought were wasted.

In almost two seconds, the other party responded to the text message: If you want to use it, I can help you.

Hunter's eyes brightened, and he remembered that Winston had taken himself to that very special warehouse bar before. This guy was definitely not as inscrutable as an outsider, but he enjoyed a higher style.

Hunter replied immediately: would you like to have a party for me?

Winston: I like bundling parties.

Hunter's face was black, with such a heavy taste, this guy was laughing at himself again.

He originally wanted to reply, "If you have the ability, you can open one", but remembering the other person's words, maybe he will really put together a bundling party.

Hunt touched the tip of his nose, and replied: Let's just party or whatever. I'll go to you, it's boring to be alone.

Winston replied: then you come.

Hunt thought about it and took a screenshot of his chat with Winston.

This is evidence of this guy's indecent!

Hunter reached the door of Winston's room, and just rang the other's doorbell, and the door opened.

The other party was wearing a simple jersey, with his head bowed slightly, and was talking to the team manager.

He glanced at Hunter and motioned for him to come in.

"Wow ... so clean ..."

Compared with this room, my own is almost a kennel.

But when he saw something flat, he wanted to destroy it.

Hunt jumped onto Winston's bed, lay on his pillow, and uttered a big character.

The hotel should haven't changed the sheets and covers, Hunter could smell the faint shampoo and aftershave that belonged to the other party.

"So boring ... so boring ..."

Hunt's head slumped on the pillow.

Winston finished talking on the phone, sat down by the bed, and patted Hunter's back: "Sleep when you are bored."

"No. My party is gone, I'm so stuffed."

"Get up, I'll go out with you." Winston looked up at his watch.

"Will it delay your plane tomorrow morning?"

"So come back before twelve."

Hunter jumped up immediately: "Let's go! Twelve o'clock is coming soon!"

As usual, Winston drove and took Hunt through the night of London to a castle.

It looks dilapidated and crumbling.

"Hey ... isn't this castle going down?" Hunter said with a little worry.

"It will collapse, will you still come in?"

Winston opened the door, clutching his pocket to Hunter to follow him.

Without the lights, this castle is like a realm far from the gods, and in the darkness it seems to be brewing something that engulfed everything.

A closer look reveals several high-end sports cars, such as Maserati and Bugatti, parked in the open space in front of the castle. And Winston's Ferrari is really quite low-key.

Winston came to the door, took out a card, swiped lightly, and only heard a slight sound, the carved iron door opened a seam, and light revealed.

Hunter's eyes widened as Hunter walked in with Winston.

The inside of the castle is completely dark, but it is not scary. Among the low music, waitresses in tight black leather clothes can be seen dancing around several guests, and the walls are dim and enchanting.

"What's the subject today?" Winston asked someone who was tall and looked like a security guard in a black suit.

"It's Lilith's temptation, sir." The security guard's attitude was very humble, completely different from what Hunter saw at some bar doors.

"So is there any special service?"

"You can be Adam of Lilith."

"I can't drink today, you take good care of my friends, that's it."

At this point, Hunter could not hear what Winston had said. He could only see a undulating figure sitting on a VIP in the hanging tulle in front of him, his heart beating wildly stand up.

Winston glanced sideways at Hunter: "Go play."

"I can go play? Are you going?"

Winston shook his head slightly. "You go. Don't drink too much wine here, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

"You ... will you look at me?"

"Yes. At twelve, you must go back with me." Winston reminded again.

"I know!"

Even after the race, the team will open one eye and close one eye to make the driver go crazy to relieve the pressure, but it does not mean that he can come all night.

If Marcus knew that he would not go home at night, he would be furious.

At this time, two or three beautiful women came over and came to Winston's side.

Winston turned his face and said two words to one of the women, the other frowned, then nodded again.

"Dear Adam, we are your Lilith."

Their voices made Hunt dizzy.

One of them put a black tie-like thing around Hunter's neck and dragged him away.

They took him to a leather chair, fixed his hands behind the chair, and fixed his feet on both sides of the chair.

"Hey ... what do you want to do?"

Hunter suddenly became tense, remembering the "bundling party" in Winston's text message ... It seems that this guy is not a joke! But really!

"We are all Lilith-do you know what Lilith is?"

One leaned against the armrest, holding chin and looking at Hunter.

"Witch of the night ... Adam's ex-wife ..."

"Only we seduce Adam and never allow Adam to resist."

Then Hunter went through the most difficult time for him.

He couldn't move, and could only watch the women torture him in such a way that his blood vessels would burst.

He had expected one of them to sit on his own body, but they were always not too far away.

The closest moment was just that they took turns to feed him with wine glasses.

The first sip of wine poured into his throat, and Hunter burst into tears, wherever he went, it seemed to burn.

Winston's warning is too euphemistic, right?

This is more than the rhythm of a headache tomorrow morning!

He felt that it was impossible for him to go out from here!

The second glass was delivered to his mouth, and Hunter didn't like the feeling of being drunk, even though he no longer hated alcohol like he used to, but he didn't want to be drunk by himself.

Once drunk, it reminds him of a drunk father.

"Do you hate us? Dear, all guests who come here need to drink at least three glasses of wine. Otherwise we will send him back from **** ..."

If everyone had to drink three cups ... Hunter would swallow the second cup.

The heavens and the earth revolved, and he felt his body became very light.

"There is still a cup ..."

Lilith whispered in his ear. He wanted to think, but his brain could not turn.

It's like getting out of control on the track, spinning around and hitting the buffer at any moment.

The last glass of wine was sent to his lips.

Unlike the previous spicy, this cup has a cool taste. When he swallowed, every cell in the body seemed to be penetrated by that power. He felt like a feather, floating up.

A woman held something in her hand and approached him, blindfolded his eyes.

"It's time for pleasure ... Hunter, never forget the night we gave you ..."

With the voice of the other party, his soul floating in the air was dragged down instantly, no matter how struggling, everything was falling.

In confusion, someone sat on him.

The other's fingers gently shuttled between his hair, and then let them slide off between the fingers.

The hands stroked his cheeks as if to hold him in his palms, crush him, and destroy him.

Without knowing why, Hunter suddenly became afraid.

"I ... want to go back ... I want to go back ..."

"Don't you want us? The game is not over yet ..." Lilith sounded a little ridiculous in his ear.

"I'm going back ..." Hunt's tongue began to knot.

His consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.

No matter how touching these Liliths were, he hated the feeling that he couldn't control himself.

Go on like this ... He knew he would soon be unconscious.

Someone was kissing his eyes softly across a cloth towel, the tip of the other's tongue touched the tip of his nose, a dragonfly licked, and a string deep in his thoughts was provoked. Hunt felt only a tinnitus and was about to collapse.

Then his cheeks, and his ears were the other's broken kiss, as if suppressing something, unable to release.

In confusion, Hunt knew that the other party was in control of himself, in a seemingly gentle manner.

If alcohol is in control of his father, is it alcohol or Lilith who is in control at this moment?

His ear lobe was bitten gently by the other party, and the slight pain reminded him that the person who kissed him was real.

His chin was raised and his neck was exposed.

Hunt became more and more scared. He always felt that the other person would bite his neck like a beast, and he was just a fawn.

"Winston ... Winston, where are you ... let's go back!"

Yelled Hunter.

He remembered Winston saying that he would look at himself here!

The man kissing himself stopped.

At this moment, his head was getting heavier, and he could only call the person's name with soberness.

"Van Winston ... You roll over to me ... Where did you go ... Where did you go ... Winston ..."

Suddenly, a force slammed down, as if suddenly pushed, crushed strongly into his lips, and kissed frantically.

He wanted to call for help, but it was tantamount to opening everything up to the other side. He wanted to push out the other side, but in return was a more unstoppable invasion.

It is like a flame that breaks the **** of God from the depths of hell, and arrogantly ignites the world.

Hunter's tears fell, and he got deeper and deeper ...

The ringtone of the mobile phone rang frantically, and there was a clap outside the room.

Hunt touched his phone for a long time.

The head exploded with pain.

"Hunter! Evan Hunt! Are you dead?" A team assistant's voice rang out from the door.

"I'm alive ..." Hunter noticed that his throat was a little dumb.

"Scared me! You don't eat breakfast! You don't eat lunch! It's dinner time now! If you don't eat any more, Mr. Marcus said he would like to feed you!

"No ... don't ..." Hunt glanced at his head and looked around.

This room is neat and tidy, where is it?

Looking at the suitcase again, it seems to be his own?

So ... this is his room?

What happened last night?

Hunt remembered Winston taking himself to a castle and attending a special party ... Lilith's night.

Then I was trapped in a chair and drank three very powerful glasses ...

"Hello! Hunt! Hurry down for dinner!"

"I see ... soon!"

I didn't expect to sleep until six o'clock the next day!

He came to the sink, turned on the faucet, squeezed toothpaste, raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

"These ... what are these!"

Hunt lifted his chin, and there was a red mark on his neck.

"My mother ..." He tucked up his t-shirt, and found his chest, belly, and waist almost unbearable.

The crazy, irrational kiss poured into his mind.

"Oh my **** ... these women ... wow ..."

Hunter's mind is not clear about the details, but he faintly remembers that he is like being stuck in a deep pond and unable to extricate himself, and that all senses are out of control.

And he seemed to have been "taken care of" by the women ... released many times?

He curled up his pants, only one glance, was frightened!

There were deep marks in his thighs, which were shocking.

"These women ... are you going to eat me?"

Hunter was suddenly grateful that he could come back alive.

Then he felt that his knowledge of Winston had risen to a new level.

Donald can only have a cheesy bunny girl party, and the "Lilith Night" that Winston took him to see is just killing.

He was completely hollowed out!

Hunt now feels weak on both legs.

It's really hard to imagine, where will Winston take him next time?

After washing, he walked back to the room, only to find a note on the nightstand.

It was elegant and sharply typed. Even if he just looked at him with his eyes, he seemed to feel the strength of the other person's pen: you are drunk, and I will bring you back. See you in Austria.

Hunt felt a little embarrassed and touched the tip of his nose. Why did Winston bring him back? He doesn't remember.

Alcohol is really scary.

But after being drunk, everything in the coma, even intermittently, he could remember the crazy attraction.

Blurred the distance between fantasy and reality.

Is this why my father is addicted to alcohol?

"And Winston is ..." Or he didn't know where he was drunk.

As for the clothes he piled up all over the world, they were all neatly packed into the trunk.

Thinking with his toes, he knew it was Winston who cleaned it up for him.

This guy is in the morning flight. He must know that he will sleep late before he can organize his suitcases.

In this case, Winston should not have slept all night, right?

Hunt felt warm.

There was a t-shirt by the bed, and Winston didn't take it in, just to change it for him.

The moment Hunter dragged the body down and bent down, he accidentally glanced at his own back in the dressing mirror ...

"I wipe it! Why are there on the back!"

Obviously he was trapped in a chair, his back was leaning on the chair, how did these women get up?

And all the way down, even near the tail bone!

Hunt felt that he had a new understanding of women's initiative.

So when Hunt came to the restaurant for dinner, everyone looked at him with curiosity.

"Hunter ... why are you hanging the towel around your neck?"

Because he was wearing a shirt, it wouldn't look weird if it was t 裇.

Hunter seemed to take the plate calmly and said, "Oh, my neck seems a little allergic."

"Allergic? You have to apply medicine! I'll call the team doctor for you!"

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Sleep! I am covered by kisses!

Winston: So what?

Hunter: I want revenge on the world! I want to find out that person!

Winston: What then?

Hunter: I ... I ...

Winston: You can kiss him all over.

Hunter: ... is that even revenge?