Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Chapter 146 Stolen Happiness

"What are you doing?..."

The doll-like boy was immersed in the soft and fluffy bed, dressed extremely beautifully, lying comfortably in the quilt and allowing others to play with him.

His eyes had lost their former luster, as if he had drunk some potion that slowed his will. His every move was dull and he looked easy to bully.

Xia Yujie helped him take off his pajamas and put on a more comfortable robe. It seemed that he was helping him sincerely, but in fact... he had already taken advantage of him so much.

"Be good, I'll help you change your clothes before going to bed, okay?"

"I, I don't want to sleep."

"Tsujimi is a good boy, isn't he? You need to be obedient and get enough rest to recover your health."

Geto Suguru gently lifted the boy's silver hair, "Tsumimi looks beautiful with long hair. Do you want to keep it forever?"

Keep it.

Same as me.

Tsukuyomi was in a daze, his brain unable to process the information and he could only blindly obey his actions, lowering his head and mumbling a reply: "Okay."

"so nice"

Geto Suguru moved closer, and his hands, which had been stained with countless curses and human lives, lifted the god's chin and gave him a kiss on the forehead, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

“This is a reward.”

But it’s a reward for myself.

His movements were so natural that he didn't give Tsukuyomi any time to think or react.

If only we could cuddle together like this, for a long, long time...

Integrate into the bone marrow, indistinguishable from each other... forever.

Xia Youjie felt sad. He was a complete madman who was always longing for young boys.

This desire and this emptiness have been with him for too long, since his last life.

From the initial regret, to the later disappointment, to the fear.

His constant thirst was never truly satisfied. Over time, he became hungry on the road of pursuit and fell into the dark seabed.

Even though he could already sense the boy's return, his body temperature, his breathing...

But the fear and emptiness always occupied his mind, without a moment's rest. Only by paralyzing himself with killing and busyness could he get a brief peace.

He might never be able to let go.

This feeling... is so annoying.

Just like what Nozomi said, maybe he and Wu have really gone crazy?

Rotting in the mud, uncared for.

……

These three days were neither long nor short. The medicine that Geto Suguru fed Tsukuyomi did help heal his body. The side effects were drowsiness and slowed thinking ability, which gave the body time to repair itself... but it would only last for a few days.

Not only are the drugs scarce, they are also very expensive. You must pay special attention to your personal safety when using them. After all, you are in an unconscious state and must be supervised by someone you trust.

On the first day, Tsukuyomi was still very ignorant and did whatever he was told to do.

The next day, when it was Gojo Satoru's turn to take over, the effect was apparent.

Tsukuyomi began to sob quietly, but still did not resist. He trusted them too much, even though he did not like this kind of environment and did not like others touching him.

——Because they were people I trusted, I endured it obediently.

And he was truly afraid of this claustrophobic basement.

His childhood experiences had a huge impact on him - he was locked in a small, cramped basement every day until he was eight years old.

When he was three years old, he showed some differences from other children, and they felt anxious at first.

I put down my work and took him to various places to seek medical treatment.

As time went by, even though he was already stretched to the limit, there was still no improvement. What was even more terrifying was that "seeing itself meant a kind of ability". The moment he looked into the eyes of those weak cursed spirits -

Will be entangled.

When the neighbors heard about it, they started pointing and talking about them and stopped at their doorsteps.

Even his parents began to question it. At first, perhaps in order to protect him from the outside world's criticism, they reluctantly locked him up in a basement of less than three square meters, or in other words, a storage room. Only in this way could they go out to work with peace of mind.

At first they would feel guilty and would unlock the basement as soon as they got home from get off work.

"Sorry, baby, you must be lonely today. Daddy is really busy at work. It's great that Tsujimi is so well behaved."

"Did you eat well today? You really made your mother worry so much. I'm sorry for making you wait for so long!"

His parents would also bring back various snacks and toys to appease him, to which Tsukuyomi would always respond with a big smile.

But then,

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi is five, six years old...

The couple would forget to leave food for him when they went out, start complaining to him after get off work, and sometimes forget to let him out.

"Tsukuyomi can only be locked in the basement" has become a default fact.

There are a total of thirty-five tiles in the basement, seven of which are pressed under the cabinet, and the small bed takes up six of them.

Later, the wall in the southeast corner began to leak, and soon mold and three small mushrooms grew.

He always wore inappropriate, tattered short-sleeved shirts. He was an unpopular, dirty child. When his toys were broken, he could only talk to the "fly head" that only he could see.

The basement is too cramped.

When he took his anger out on me for no reason and beat me, I had nowhere to hide. Sometimes, while I was sleeping, my father, who was completely drunk, would drag me across the ground and beat me.

He always knew that he should not cause trouble for his parents, but trouble never let him go.

He has always been self-conscious and would secretly pry open the door and go outside to look for medicine to apply to his wounds the day before his grandmother came to visit him.

But Tsukuyomi was illiterate because the couple did not want him to appear in public, and he was not allowed to go out even when he reached school age.

Staying in the basement was the best they expected of him.

"Stop embarrassing us! Don't you understand?"

"Mom already said! You can't sneak up here without permission. What if we have guests at home?"

"So annoying! You keep talking nonsense every day, are you just pretending?"

He is really a very beautiful and well-behaved child, so when dense purple and yellow bruises are all over his body, it is particularly abrupt.

Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi knew that he must not embarrass his parents and cause them trouble, so he would find medicine to apply to his wounds.

But how is this possible for a child who has no common sense and cannot read?

"I'm so annoyed. My mouth is chapped again. It must be that little brat that pissed me off. Nothing I do has been going well lately. I'm so annoyed."

"Isn't the lipstick right there? What's there to complain about such a small thing?"

Tsukuyomi once saw her mother applying that lip balm.

amazing

Your chapped mouth will feel much better the next day.

Therefore, in the eyes of young Tsukuyomi, if he was injured, he just needed to apply that small tube of ointment.

Because there was too little paste in this tube, Tsukuyomi didn't dare use too much. He only dared to use some secretly the day before his grandmother came to visit him.

This has always been one of the sources of his inferiority complex.

He did not forget those unpleasant words, which took root and sprouted in his heart.

Yega Masamichi's love is too "normal". The more he loves him, the more Tsukuyomi will realize that -

His parents don't love him.

Such unconditional love is so pure that he, who has low self-esteem, feels unworthy.

Perhaps deep in the young man's heart, there are always two rules of survival engraved:

“Don’t cause them any trouble.”

“Don’t embarrass them.”

The older I get, the sadder I get.

From beginning to end, he was the thief who, when he was young, sneaked into the toilet, stepped on the stool, looked in the mirror, confused how to use lip balm, and applied it to the bruise on his forehead.

He was never a god, he couldn't even save his own miserable self, but if there was a chance,

Tsukuyomi is willing to do something for others.

This life is his stolen happiness and stolen time.