Agath

Chapter 23

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Ymir slowly took off his mud-stained shirt and trousers, and then came to the bathroom barefoot.He turned on the shower head in the bathroom and let the cold water pour over his dirty body from head to tail.

The scene where Dassault's neck was broken is still vivid in his memory, and Ymir's tears flowed down together with the cold water from the nozzle.

Yeorman stood holding him in the woods for a long time, then dragged Dassault's body with one hand, and held him tightly with the other.Together they left the grove and came to the parking lot.Ymir stood aside and saw Yeorman dragging the body into the trunk of the car.

The car was speeding on the small road leading to Gund Manor, and Yeorman was driving intently, not intending to talk to him.

The car parked on the grass in the courtyard of Gund Manor.

Ymir sat on the ground, leaning against a huge boulder surrounded by white roses.He stared blankly at Yeorman, who took a shovel and dug a hole under a boulder not far from him, then threw Dassault's body down and buried it.

For no reason, Ymir felt a chill down his spine.He put his hand into his pocket, trying to get a little warmth, but unexpectedly touched something hard.He took it out and saw that it was the note that Aunt Christine had secretly slipped into him.

"Call me." It was a phone number.

Ymir turned his back and took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number written on the note.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep." No one answered.

Ymir slowly bent down, and put his face on the white rose.

Dear Aunt Christine, are you already lying under the sea of ​​flowers?

The cold water stimulated Ymir's fragile nerves.He sat down on the bathroom floor, sobbing fitfully.

A pair of hands hugged him from behind, pulling him into a warm and dry embrace.

Ymir realized that he was lying on his body, he struggled violently, and suddenly the person behind him grabbed the vitals below.

"Don't move around, good boy." Yeorman bent down, and breathed slowly into Ymir's ear.His usually extremely low voice was now a little hoarse, revealing a different kind of temptation.

"Yorman...haha..." Ymir wanted to stalk his neck to escape, but found that the man's hand was holding his vitals and started to move.The sudden pleasure stimulated him to scream out all of a sudden.

"Ah...ha...you are...but I...my...uncle...ah."

"Yes, I am your uncle. Ymir, why don't you call him uncle?" Yeorman's thin lips pressed against Ymir's slender neck, moving up and down his Adam's apple.

"Call me uncle, Ymir. Don't you want to be an impolite child?" Yeoerman intensified the movements of his hands.He tightly hugged Ymir in his arms, so that his nephew had nowhere to hide, and could only obediently be stamped with a mark that belonged only to him.

All that Ymir could smell in his nose was the faint woody scent of cologne on Yeorman's body.His mind was dizzy, and somehow he remembered the scene in the woods earlier.At that time, Yorman's hands were tightly strangled around Dassault's neck.His eyes were cold and stern, and his face was cold, but Ymir felt that even his rolling Adam's apple at that time was extremely sexy.

"Uncle...uncle....uncle...ha...please...please...let... I..." For the rest, Ymir was too ashamed to say any more.

"It's really my... good boy." Yeorman gently kissed Ymir's red and swollen lips, and then let him release it.