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It was something that Mingi hated a lot.
Without a reason, with a reason, it doesn't matter. He couldn't stand the spirit of this, and the eternal clashes with Hongjoong are direct proof of this. Hongjoong ruled the underworld — he was called a direct descendant of Hades, but he himself denied this, saying that he received this status randomly, being only the grandnephew of the God of the Dead. Mingi complained then — unlike his brother on the throne, he had a direct relationship to Zeus, honored traditions and showed in every possible way how much he was above those who once ruined the lives of a crowd of thousands, and now any mention of the afterlife infuriated Mingi — he even let lightning and grumbled incessantly at everyone in a row, just to stop thinking about all this.
So, recently Hongjoong found a new weapon — more precisely, he had it for a long time, but he began to use it literally like this — and Mingi did not immediately recognize that this was another attack on him, being slightly led by a new creature. And that's exactly how it all happened.
On one of the bright, festive nights, Mingi decided to go down into the world of people — just relax and have a great time. It was quiet on Olympus — he left a Dignity in his place for a couple of hours, so he didn't worry about the throne, other gods and other things. Now Mingi wanted to relax and feel different — in this case, to feel like a real person.
Therefore, delicious alcohol and complete relaxation of the body came into play when Song first met the further cause of its hatred.
His name was Wooyoung, he smiled seductively and that same evening sat down next to Mingi, smoothly touching his thigh with his fingers. "If you're bored, we can have a great time," the blond man giggled and grinned slyly.
Mingi smiled back at him and somehow willingly and quickly agreed to all this, because after not so much time, these two were already clamped in corners and passionately kissing. Wooyoung had such a long tongue, with which he really explored someone else's mouth, allowing Mingi to mumble into a kiss and only squeeze Wooyoung harder in his hands, wanting more. It was as if he really was an ordinary person now: so greedy for sins, for all this voluptuousness, so he did not notice his own clouded brain when he reveled in passion, hammering into the yielding body under him. Lust spread throughout the body, poisoned the brain and penetrated into every cell of the body. Therefore, when Mingi woke up early in the morning and found no one next to him, he went berserk. Lightning instantly began to shoot in different directions, and the bile spread so quickly that God did not understand what he was doing.
"Hongjun, I will destroy you!" — he said then.
But he didn't destroy it, heh, because all his thoughts were occupied with last night.
***
Mingi delved into himself and around a lot after the incident, and only recently found out that that guy was a succubus — a skilled demon of lust, he tricked Mingi around his finger, and even God is weak before such a feeling. It was a huge blow to Song's ego, and the notion that God's enemy was himself grew, because all our weaknesses were projected by demonic creatures, as if giving birth to new us — our dark side.
"Stop loading up", slapped Mingi on San's shoulder and walked past, whistling some uncomplicated song.
Mingi frowned even more, going completely into the bins of his palace of reason. There was a huge variety of different kinds of thoughts, but he definitely wouldn't get to all of them.
Mingi considered the succubus Wooyoung to be his worst enemy, and even if he was led by the hated Hongjoong, Wooyoung was more dangerous, more skillful, more beautiful…
me:
Sending all kinds of devilish creatures to me?
Unable to stand it, Mingi still scribbled a few words to Hongjoong, wanting to get some answers to some of the clouded thoughts. Did you think that the Gods have no way of communication? Well, we have mobile phones, and they have an invisible digital footprint that knew who to send what to, how to deliver, and so on. And now Mingi waited, frowning, and then jerked his head, because it was as if he felt someone else's tongue on his neck again, and God's penis somehow twitched with interest.
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
Oh, Mingi, honey))
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
Long time no see
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
Did you like the succubus?
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
I can give him a contact, you will rub it a little
me:
You give me teeth don't talk
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
So unperturbed, hold on))
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
hT9-+3 is Wooyoung))
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
He's waiting for you)
me:
Waiting?
me:
Are you kidding?
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
I can feel your desire, even being down in the Underworld
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
At a distance, it feels so sweet, so greedy
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
Mingi, did you give up so quickly?
me:
Are you jealous that everything fell to Me, and not to you?)
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
!!!!!!!! what?
me:
Bye, bottom dude))
JY&*1-5: The brat from below
WTF??? If I went to people, it doesn 't mean,
that you're just as cool, cheeky there, understand?
me:
Buy)))
Mingi smiled contentedly — at least he really managed to learn something from people in such a small amount of time spent on Earth.
***
Mingi thought for a long time before contacting Wooyoung after all. Everything had gone to hell somewhere, there was no point in enmity with Wooyoung, all this fake hatred and feelings interpreted only by speculation.
The desire to get in touch with Wooyoung was gaining a logical basis, so Mingi finally decided, painfully not counting on the fact that something good and pleasant could come out of this idea.
me:
Hey you! Long tongue)
Mingi, being a powerful God, a thunderstorm of everything and everything, had a charm in the form of an uncomplicated and sometimes even comical style of communication. That was all of him, and that really was his charm. Well, imagine a huge God who wrote what he thought, who said it so directly that sometimes the interlocutor was even lost because of it. Take Hongjoong, for example: for how many thousands of years he had known Gi, he was still as awesome as the first time.
hT9-+3: long tongue.
eh?
hT9-+3: long tongue.
I suspect that this is...?
and who is it?))
Wooyoung knew his interlocutor for sure, but no one canceled the game — all this was, of course, in the blood of the succubus. His full personal component.
me:
Guess from one time — there will be a bonus)
hT9-+3: long tongue.
sectarians past plss)
me:
Do you even have sectarians?
hT9-+3: long tongue.
you gods are real sectarians)
hT9-+3: long tongue.
So what do you need, Mingi?
hT9-+3: long tongue.
in need of an urgent need
rid yourself of simple human needs?
me:
And I also asked who it was)))
me:
Maybe I need it)
hT9-+3: long tongue.
You don't have to call me — I can feel your thirst
me:
It's kind of bad for you, you know?
hT9-+3: long tongue.
I know, I'm playing
hT9-+3: long tongue.
look away
Mingi turned his head and smiled contentedly: Wooyoung was standing right in front of him, grinning when he jumped on his bed for the next games. And if earlier Mingi considered Wooyoung his enemy, now he is a lover. And Mingi was also thinking about how to set up Wooyoung so that all the intrigues would turn around Hongjoong. So that he gets into his own networks.
Well, in the meantime, Song Mingi was in the networks of Wooyoung — the God of Olympus, the main one among them, and also loving to sometimes show his weakness in front of one cunning and attractive succubus.
hT9-+3 — the connection has been acquired and the extension interruption function is no longer available.
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