【Shine】Vital

Chapter 11

The Heti Plain is located on the east side of the Fuyuki River - the front line is on the west side, which means that once the front line is critical and the alliance attacks, the Heti Plain will bear the brunt.

Because of the protracted war, in addition to the front lines, houses other than defensive buildings have been more or less built in the rear, and military dormitories are also one of them.

As Gilgamesh's guide, Enkidu should live with him, but perhaps the approval for joining the team has not yet been issued, so he can't live in the dormitory, so he can only use the tent as a temporary residence.

He went in and took a look, sorted his poor luggage into categories, and then couldn't find anything to do.

He went out again, considering that his identity was inconvenient, he sensed Aga's location with his mental touchpoints, avoided crowded places, went directly to him and asked about Gilgamesh's dormitory, and was going to wait for his sentinel in the dormitory.

When going up the stairs, I met Ishtar who was just coming down the stairs. The latter raised his willow eyebrows and stared at Enkidu viciously, sneering and sarcastic.

"It's really shameless, this is all in the adult's room? Has the adult allowed it?"

"..." These words were like lines from a romance novel that Sajo Ayaka next door read.

Enkidu smiled, "I am his guide."

"Don't be complacent for too long! How could an adult like you?!"

"I am his guide."

"Oh, my lord hates people entering his room privately, Enkidu, do you know that you are so arrogant?"

"It's okay, I'm his guide."

——You are a great guide!My wife is also a guide!

Ishtar was so angry that she wanted to scream, she was self-restraining and could not say any vicious words, so she could only be so angry in her heart that she weakly spit out the venom without attacking power!

She could only roll her eyes, turned around Enkidu and left.I thought in my heart that I am a practical man, and I can't win with my mouth. One day, the black hand will find a chance to kill him. Although the adult will feel very uncomfortable without a guide, but the pain will pass after a while. If you seize the opportunity, you may be able to win. Take the opportunity to take the lead.

Enkidu felt a genuine murderous intent, but he dismissed it before entering the room.

He walked into Gilgamesh's room, surprised that he wasn't blinded.

This is a single room, which follows the usual simple layout in the army. Except for one whose luggage has not been unpacked, the whole room has no extra decorations, making one wonder how Gilgamesh could live in such a room.

To the left of the small living room is the bedroom, to the right is the bathroom, and directly opposite is a small balcony with a pot of evening primroses on it. Enkidu leaned forward, and there was a conspicuous card next to the flower pot, On it is a woman's delicate handwriting: Sir, I hope you can rest well.

Enkidu recalled the dust and dirt on Ishtar's hands, and wanted to smile a little at a girl's clumsy concern.

Let's buy more flowers and plants in a few days, green will make people feel happy.

He walked through the entire room in one minute, and finally had no choice but to take out the Shakespeare sonnets that Alexandre Dumas had stuffed for him before he left.

During the tower training, he ranked first in the school in terms of fighting, guns/skills, etc., and also ranked first in strategic and tactical thinking. The sentinel guides communicated all based on intuition. He only knew nothing about art and literature.

Alexandre Dumas, who was in the same dormitory, couldn't stand people who had no artistic talent, so he took advantage of this time to go to the battlefield and stuffed books into his luggage.

"...You are just adding to the burden of my luggage."

"I think it's a sweet burden."

Enkidu gave up, and Alexandre Dumas tried to transform his thoughts through literature, so that he could become a new young man with taste, accomplishment and ability to compete with Schopenhauer-this is the same as pressing the head of a beast. It is as futile as it is to read philosophy.

Enkidu opened the sonnet and stuttered to read.

Shakespeare was hundreds of years removed from their time, and the English language was deformed in such a way that Enki even doubted his own literacy.

...Forget it, I really want to give up.

Enki didn't want to take away Dumas' kindness, so he barely supported himself to watch.

Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines

Andoftenishisgoldcomplexiondimm'd

And every fair from fair some time declines...

He closed the book and tossed it aside.

Gilgamesh leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at the sudden green in the room.

Enkidu leaned on the sofa, with his head slightly tilted to one side, closed his eyes and breathed slowly, and fell asleep peacefully.

He stepped into the room, and in an instant, the backlit figure was clearly revealed. The dark military uniform neatly wrapped his body, the belt was tightly tied around his waist, and his straight long legs stepped into the room, as if the room seemed cramped. Quite a few, he put down the long coat that reached his thighs, and kicked over with his military boots.

"Get up, are you here to sleep?"

Enkidu's head jerked down, then lifted quickly, yawning sleepily.

"Good afternoon, sir."

Gilgamesh sneered, "It's already night, can't you tell the difference between the moonlight and the lights in the corridor?"

Enkidu was taken aback, and looked at his watch, it was indeed almost ten o'clock.

"Are you busy until now?"

"Those bastards," Gilgamesh threw his long coat on the sofa, "actually want to attack the Leah Plain first, and then go deep into the hinterland from the long river."

Enkidu recalled the map in his mind. Under normal circumstances, it is customary to first Leah and then the long river. However, Gilgamesh must have his reasons for saying this-he faithfully implemented "everything Gilgamesh said must be Correct, if he is wrong, then I am wrong, if I am not wrong, then he is indeed wrong" policy.

"... Lieutenant Colonel Medea is guarding the Lia Plain... Changhe is guarded by a lady from the assassin family? Because of Colonel Ge Mu?"

Gilgamesh gave a slightly approving look, "If my subordinates were like you, I wouldn't have to think about how to keep them from being killed every day. That's right, Changhe is the territory of the Assassin family, and someone from that family This little girl once pursued Ge Mu, the guide of Medea. Heh, a woman who is in a hurry, if we attack Leah first, the little girl from Changhe may help, and then we will attack from both sides. But when Changhe makes a move, Leah will stand by and watch... ...It's really stupid, but it's no wonder, after all, she is the woman who will chop up her own brother and throw it into the sea."

He walked to the balcony and looked at the pot of evening primrose.

"You bought it?"

"No, it should be..." Enkidu paused when he realized that there was no signature on the card, "It should be sent by your admirer."

Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows and kicked the flowerpot off the balcony.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the ground.

"Uh..." Enkidu stared at Gilgamesh in astonishment, "You don't like it? You don't need to use this method..."

"I don't even dare to write my name, it's useless." He turned indifferently and closed the window, "I hate people entering my room without authorization."

"..." Enkidu sighed a little, "...Okay."

He hung the coat on the sofa in the closet and packed his books.

"Let's go into the room now? You know, mentally sorting out." His ears were a little red, and he said to him pretending to be calm.

This time, maybe his sentinel cooperated very well, and he entered the spiritual world very smoothly.

Considering that the spiritual world of Gilgamesh was him when he was a child, Enki was not ashamed to do it—it would be too insane to do it to a child—but he stroked his world inch by inch with his touch tip, every time The grass, every line of sunlight, even the direction of the wind and the whisper of the leaves.

In the real world, he kissed Gilgamesh, who fell into a deep sleep because of the thorough opening of the spiritual world.

Fingers ran along the collar, unbuttoned the military uniform, reached into the shirt, and stroked the sentinel's firm skin texture.

The resonance in the spiritual world excited them both, and Enkidu began to sweat. Gilgamesh held his neck with his right hand, and touched his skin with his other hand. The sweat soaked their palms quickly. Fluid exchange makes soothing grooming more effective.

Enkidu listened to Gilgamesh's scorching breath in his ears, and his fingers accelerated to lure the Sentinel's lower body.

Gilgamesh couldn't help but leaned forward and bit his neck, the blood spread between his teeth, which seemed to further stimulate his senses unconsciously.Excitedly, he rubbed Enkidu's palm with his lower body, ejaculated quickly under the stimulation of pheromone, biting harder.

Enkidu hissed, feeling that Gilgamesh, who was hugging him, gradually calmed down. Finally, after confirming that there was no problem, he slowly retracted the tip.

He hugged his sentinel and fell asleep contentedly.

The night is dark, only the night lights and the hazy moon make the night invisible.

It is late at night, and only the faint chirping of cicadas can be heard.

Broken flower pots were pitifully spread out on the ground, the handwritten cards were half buried in the soil, and the evening primrose was almost withered with its head down, silent and desperate.

Evening primrose, silent love.

Ishtar stood for a long time in front of the broken flowerpot.

There are drops of water dripping.

The faint moonlight was imprinted on her face, and the distorted hatred flashed past, leaving only continuous tears.