The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano shook his head in pain. He wasn't in the mood for fun at all right now, and his body wasn't ready for it, his dry **** hole wasn't juicing as usual. Without lubrication, he was in terrible pain and Enzo was having a hard time moving forward. At first he wanted to wedge in with brute force, through the soft hole, and then work his way out until Giuliano got used to his intrusion. But Giuliano was so painful that tears came out, and Enzo could only withdraw slowly.

"What's the matter with you?" the assassin asked. "You've never been like this before."

Giuliano wiped away tears, and let out a snort of laughter. He couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't pretend like Enzo didn't care. "Disappointed you?" he asked with a sneer.

"What did you say?" Enzo frowned puzzled.

"I can't please Leixi, sorry, it seems that your 'teaching' is not so successful."

He heard Enzo's breath stagnate, and he couldn't help feeling a burst of revenge in his heart.

"You... heard?"

"You didn't notice that I was eavesdropping outside the door?"

The assassin shook his head: "You have improved."

"Regressed in bed."

"How much did you hear?"

"I should have heard it all." Giuliano couldn't hold back any longer, his tone was sharp and his words were even more confrontational, "I heard you sold me to Leixi in exchange for the chance to sneak into the ball. I heard everything Yes! I know all about your deal! You are so shameless, how could you do this to me!"

After speaking, he gritted his teeth. He thought Enzo would get angry, so he was prepared to be slapped, but Enzo just clicked his tongue regretfully: "You didn't hear the end."

"…so what?"

"I didn't promise him."

Giuliano held his breath. Their eyes met, and Giuliano noticed that when the light was dim, Enzo's eyes would appear a very transparent gray-blue. How could these eyes hide so many secrets?

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't promise him." The assassin repeated.

"But I clearly heard..."

Enzo spread out his palm and showed Giuliano the red scar on it—a neat edge, as if it had been scalded by some round object.

"Punishment for lying," he murmured.

"Deal." Enzo said decisively.

Leixi curled his lips playfully: "I'm so surprised. I thought you would find an excuse to shirk, but I didn't expect it to be so straightforward."

"For revenge, he is willing to give anything, including his body. Besides, he is an apprentice of the Reticent, so it is no big deal to trade his body."

"It does make sense, but are you willing? I thought you were..."

"There's nothing to be reluctant about."

"Is that true? Don't go back on your word. Giuliano would be very sad if he heard you."

"He should have been ready."

Lexi leaned back, sinking comfortably into a pile of cushions. His eyes were like torches, like a pair of treacherous lights in a dimly lit room. Neither of them spoke. Silence enveloped the entire room, only the roar of the wind and rain echoed in my ears.

"I advise you not to force it," the bard teased, "Do you want your hands to be destroyed?"

Enzo hissed, let go of his hand, and the holy emblem fell out, revealing a dark red burn on his palm. The assassin grabbed his wrist, bit his lip, frowned, cold sweat slipped from the corner of his eyes, like a drop of tear, ran across his cheek, and finally fell on the soft carpet under his feet.

"Just now you promised that you would never tell a lie, but after a while you are duplicity."

Enzo stared blankly at the scar on his palm.

Rexi smiled.

The assassin picked up the holy symbol with his other hand. At first he was worried that the holy emblem would burn him. It turns out he was overthinking. The holy emblem was still cold, as if it was something else that scalded him just now.

Enzo put the holy emblem back around his neck and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I think it's ridiculous." He shook his head. "People use us as weapons, and we think so, but we call each other brothers, cherish each other, and swear never to betray. What the **** is this?"

"You ask your gods this question, will they answer?"

"...No. The gods are not obliged to answer human beings' questions. Human beings can only torture their own hearts."

"Interesting. So you are using me to test your bottom line? Want to see how sincere your heart is?"

"I..." Enzo hesitated to speak.

"If you had known your intentions long ago, you wouldn't have spoken against your will."

The assassin froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly became clear. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shot at the bard like an arrow from the string. "You see it better than I do, so you knew it long ago? But you still ask this kind of question on purpose to embarrass me. Aren't you also testing my bottom line? You want to see if my **** can restrain him Believers, can you stop a lie."

The bard let out a deep laugh: "That's the end of the discussion about the gods. The philosophers of the past and present have discussed it for hundreds of years, and I don't have the time to discuss this with you for hundreds of years."

"Fine. We could talk about other things. But the deal we 'closed' just now is void. I've already been punished for it."

Lei Xi thoughtfully rolled up a strand of her silver hair: "Of course. Then can I make a separate request?"

"Yes. But this time I will tell the truth. If I don't want to agree, I won't say 'deal' against my will."

"The request this time is much simpler, and you can definitely do it." Leixi tilted his head slightly, "Maybe one day in the future, you will receive a commission to assassinate me—please be sure to refuse at that time."

Enzo raised his eyebrows: "That's it?"

"What do you mean by 'just like this'? This is related to my life and wealth."

"Even if you don't tell me, I will refuse. I regard you as a friend, and I will definitely not kill you for a little profit."

"Don't think that you can predict the future, businessman. Maybe you will think that I can't die. Maybe you can't refuse the price offered by the client. That's why I made a special request—don't kill me."

"I promise you."

"Is this really a 'deal'?"

Enzo touched the holy emblem on his chest, and his fingertips felt as cold as ever.

"Really," he said.

Giuliano curled up in Enzo's arms. He was naked, he didn't feel cold just now because of his rage, but as the rage subsided, the chill rushed to his limbs. He had to climb onto Enzo's body to take his body temperature.

"So... you finally made an agreement with Leixi that he would help us sneak into the ball, on the condition that you won't kill him in the future?"

"Well. If you'll be patient until the end, you don't have to bother me with a whole bunch of explanations."

Giuliano's face suddenly swelled like a ripe tomato. "I... under such circumstances, who would still be in the mood to continue eavesdropping!"

"Then I deserve to be scolded by you?"

"That's not what I meant!" Giuliano buried his head in Enzo's arms, not daring to look at his face, and said hesitantly, "I thought...for you, I was just a tool you could use..."

Enzo kissed the top of his hair, and gently inserted his fingers into his hair. "That's not the case." He whispered, "You are...very important to me. If Lei Xi wanted me, I wouldn't say a word of objection, but what he wants is you..."

Giuliano's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled: "You, you care about me, right?"

Enzo didn't answer, but cupped Giuliano's face and kissed him deeply. Giuliano closed his eyes and responded enthusiastically to Enzo. It was so strange, just now he wished to break up with Enzo, but now he just wanted to hug him tightly, wanting him to enter his body, and become one with him closely.

Giuliano leaned back and touched the honey pot on the table with the back of his hand, almost knocking it over. He was startled, and rushed to grab it, but Enzo was faster than him. He directly held the jar, dipped his fingers into it, dipped it in honey, rubbed it on his lips, and kissed Giuliano again. The young apprentice greedily sucked the assassin's lips, the honey was so sweet that his heart fluttered, and he refused to part a little until he was out of breath.

Enzo dipped some more honey and rubbed it on Giuliano's chest. The two red and tender **** on the fair skin have already stood up due to the cold, and after being stained with honey, they are even more crystal clear, like a pair of delicious snacks. Enzo bit his nipple, biting lightly or hard.

The itchy feeling spread from the chest to the lower body. With a soft moan, Giuliano bent his knees and rubbed Enzo's thigh, urging him to get to the point quickly. The assassin took his time, licking his tongue along the areola, licking the honey clean. The **** on both sides have been taken care of by him and have become extremely sensitive. Enzo blew on the red and swollen thing, and Giuliano immediately raised his head impatiently.

"Hurry up...I want you..." He took Enzo's hand and reached down to his lower body.

Enzo withdrew his hand, and dug out another lump of honey. This time, he didn't apply the amber viscous liquid on Giuliano's body, but on his lower body. Not only his face, but Giuliano's whole body was flushed. He could almost guess what Enzo was going to say next.

"Come here," Enzo dragged him off the table, "eat it."

Giuliano looked hesitantly at the huge, honey-smeared **** in his crotch. He remembered that when he performed oral **** for Enzo for the first time, he hurt his throat because of poor handling. After that, his throat was uncomfortable for several days, and his speech was hoarse. Enzo felt sorry for him and never gave him oral **** again. Could it be that Enzo deliberately let him use his mouth in order to punish him for his indiscretion?

He knelt down in front of Enzo, held the other's penis, and was about to swallow it. Enzo stopped him.

"It's not like that." The assassin raised his chin forcefully, "Eat it with your small mouth."