When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"...No...I..."

Suddenly caught fire, faced with this unexpected question, which should be filled with shame no matter whether it is a question or an answer, and also difficult to say, Yong Ye couldn't help but wanted to run away, but he took two steps back and remembered something , and asked the two of them with an ugly face: "...Don't you two have any sense of shame? Why can you ask this kind of question openly?"

"Shame? That kind of useless thing is not necessary in front of you."

"Come on, which one is better?"

"..."

As expected, the girls each holding a tablet computer don't care about shame at all.

Although Jibril was educated by the idle and boring Yong Ye in the elf library to have a sense of shame decades ago and gave her a course in health care and physical education, but... shame There is, but sometimes it seems that it still doesn't.

As for Tobiichi Origami...she herself is a rival to the Flügel in terms of anomalies, although she has the concept of common sense, she is ashamed...

In the living room, there were three people, two women and one man, but the one with the most shame was the man. This situation caused Yong Ye to become vague when faced with this weird question.

"Well... I think... Everyone has their own advantages, big and big, and small and small. Each has its own strengths, and they are all oriented to different markets. You can't say one-sidedly which one is better. , because that is definitely not objective enough, it is wrong!"

With an affirmative tone, he said that neither side should offend, and gave ambiguous answers. At the beginning, Yongye still thought that he had found a way to peace, but then he seemed to recover and couldn't bear his own words, covering his mouth with one hand. Rubbing his own face, he lamented, "What kind of perverted speech am I talking about..."

"Please excuse my impolite questioning, but I also ask Master Yongye not to evade the question. Which one is the better conclusion? I'm not interested in other people's, you just need to say your own."

Jibril is not a person to be fooled, and she is also very concerned about this issue. Her amber eyes are fixed on him. Although Origami doesn't say a word, she also pays her the same attention as Jibril. It is impossible to go up without giving an accurate answer.

"...everyone has different hobbies, and I don't intend to reveal my sexuality, so I can't answer this question!"

After saying this, without waiting for the two to react, and before the two could stop him, he ran away like a rabbit, and quickly ran out of the room to stay away from the battlefield where there was no gunpowder smoke, but it was difficult for people to adapt to.

At night, even though Yongye finally arranged another room for her, Jibril slipped into Yongye's room at night.

Yong Ye hadn't slept yet but was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window with his eyes closed and thinking about something, noticing Jibril's appearance but ignoring her, wanting to wait for her to recede naturally.

Who would have thought... Jibril simply put her hands on the bed beside his waist, just put her knees on the bed, climbed onto the bed and put him under her.

"...You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do you want to do? Night attack?"

Sensing Jibril's movements, Yong Ye opened his eyes and saw her body. She didn't touch him at all but was just above him, a Flügel girl who was about to drool.

Chapter Twenty-eight If I was looking forward to death, would you kill me?

Putting on a sexy navel-baring outfit, Jibril, who was flapping her little wings exposed to the air on her back, asked her inner curiosity with a sweet smile.

"Night attack? No, I was just thinking about what Master Yong Ye was thinking, so I took a closer look, but found that the smell of Master Yong Ye is really good, an extremely powerful and resolute sweet soul, very good smell! It is worthy of me the monarch."

Facing Jibril's praise, Yong Ye was completely unhappy, and couldn't find anything to be happy about. He just sighed helplessly: "...Let's not talk about what you said, just talk about you Now it's on top of me, so it's obviously on the bottom, okay?"

"You don't mind a little interruption, do you?"

Saying this, the Flügel girl who put her index finger to her lips, showing inexplicable sexiness and charm, obviously had no intention of getting up.

"...How can you be sure that I won't mind? How can I sleep like this?"

"Can't we just sleep together?"

"Please, please don't take things for granted, I..."

"I don't care!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jibril rushed over as if she couldn't wait, pressed down and hugged him, put her head on his chest and inhaled: "Haha~ the smell of Master Yongye~!"

"——Hey! Are you a pervert?! Ah... forgot, you are a pervert..."

"It's really rude, Lord Yongye, I'm just interested in you, the main god, um~ body, soul and even smell, all are very interested."

"...So, according to human common sense, this is a perverted speech."

"Ah~ so what? I'm not a human being, why should I care about these things."

Even though Yong Ye said she was a pervert, Jibril didn't care at all, instead she smiled like a girl sniffing delicious cakes. The vivid analogy is probably a hooligan who meets a beautiful woman.

Although it is extremely weird, sometimes it makes people feel very funny, but if he is the object of being entangled, it is really difficult for Yong Ye to find it funny, but he just feels dumbfounded.

And it's not just that Jibril can smell him, even he can't smell it, he can also smell the girl's sweet fragrance on Jibril.

Not only does Jibril not feel heavy on her body, she is still under a load that feels good, and even because of its softness, people can't help but want to hug her delicate body tightly. It really makes people feel like turning over and pressing her on the bed impulse.

It's just... From Yong Ye's point of view, Jibril seems to be grown up by him... From a small one to a beautiful girl like this, it's very difficult to have that special feeling when you think about it. ...

"Master Yongye." Jibril suddenly stopped her sexual harassment of Yongye, raised her head and looked at him seriously and asked, "What is your definition of emotion and love?"

"...Is it such a difficult question all of a sudden?"

"Well... the Flügel is a race with eternal life, there is no need for reproduction at all, and there are no chemical substances such as hormones that induce love, so... I don't really understand love and affection, can you teach me ?"

"It's this again..."

"You must know, right? You haven't finished talking in the past. This time it took a very long time, and the night is still very long. Please tell me little by little." Out of her trust and admiration for Yongye, Jibri My eyes looked forward to him with the expectation of knowledge.

And this question was completely asked to the wrong person, so it was really difficult for Yongye, who can be called emotionally deficient to some extent, to answer. He wanted to refuse but was worried about destroying what he thought was in Jibril's mind. The image of omniscience and omnipotence, especially when meeting Jibril's gaze, makes it difficult to betray Jibril's trust in herself.

The problem is that although he is omnipotent in the world controlled by the star cup, he is indeed omnipotent in the true sense, but in terms of omniscience...in the sense of physics and laws, he is omnipotent in the space he occupies , but emotionally...

He can easily manipulate the emotions of all beings, including gods, in the field of control, and fabricate countless emotions such as family, friendship, love, etc., so that it is no problem for all other gods to truly fall in love with him, but the problem is that this does not mean that He will know what love is.

Just like a billionaire suffering from depression, he can easily make people happy, but he can't make himself happy. He can control other people's feelings, but he can't control his own.

Although he can literally understand what love is, but he can't explain the ambiguous concept clearly, because he himself is really just talking on paper.

But... for Jibril who doesn't understand love, maybe this is enough?

"Cough, since you're so curious, then I'll tell you." Yong Ye, who wanted to fool around casually, played with Jibril's long hair scattered aside, pondered for a moment and then said: "Not only Just you Flügel, the six upper races you are familiar with, whether they are giants, dragon spirits, phantoms or even gods, they all have eternal life, and the ability not to reproduce belongs to regular life forms rather than Creatures, right?"

"Yes, but what's the matter?" Jibril tilted her head blankly.

"Well, what I want to say is that although you all don't have hormones, you are all living beings with emotions rather than machines. No...even if it is a machine, doesn't Shubi understand emotions? She doesn't even have cells Existence, that is to say...love does not need hormones to appear, as long as there is emotion, the rest can only be felt and unspeakable."

After saying a series of long foreshadowings, it felt like it was almost done, and then Yong Ye gave it. It was quite a confusing ending to say or not to say, and by the way, after a little thought, he asked in order to change the subject: "...say Get up, didn't you often ask Hubby this kind of question before? Doesn't she know that she is married now?"

"There is no exact answer, all are ambiguous answers, and before she finishes speaking, she will overheat and smoke on her own, and keep reporting errors for a long time." Recalling the past contact with Shubi, Jibril revealed With a troubled expression, it seems that he is still dissatisfied with the situation where Hubby smokes halfway through his words.

"...Is it overheating? It really is an interesting Ex-Machina."

"I don't care if that Ex-Machina is interesting or not, but your words are not as good as hers, and have no value at all."

"Hey, hello... I'm your monarch and main god, right? Wouldn't it be too hurtful..." Hearing Jibril's words while resting her finger on her chin, Yong Ye couldn't help but feel a little depressed , This is the answer he racked his brains to come up with. Although it is indeed completely meaningless, he cannot deny this, but even if he fails to muddle through, he should be more tactful anyway, right?