He prepared a gift but didn't even have a chance to give it. Corneille saw Diaz crying while leaning against the wall after the music ended. He sighed. Fernando and Angelica only planned to give Diaz a simple birthday party, and Diaz would be even more sad at that time. Corneille walked over, accepted the gift - a carefully folded paper rose, and said he would pass it on. He also agreed with Dias that he would come to celebrate Dias' birthday next week and prepare a birthday gift. The paper rose could not be given to Beatrice. There was no brotherly and sisterly love. Even if one folded the paper carefully, it was just a flower made of paper. Corneille felt even more guilty. Over the next few days, he took good care of Dias so that he could go out on his birthday. He also applied to the Duke and Duchess in advance. "You want to take him for a walk? Sure, just not too far." Fernando covered his lover's head with a newspaper: "I don't want to be accused of being a negligent father." Angelica was busy with a business, and she apologized to Corneille and said that she hoped Dias would stay in the mansion. The mansion was a bit boring, but the rooms, decorated at great expense, were good for Diaz's health, whereas going out would bring unexpected events. Their attitudes strengthened Corneille's determination to take Diaz out...even though he was only 19 years old and was just a grown-up child in the eyes of outsiders.
On the birthday, the Duke and Duchess held a birthday party for their child in the morning. Angelica stayed a little longer but also left at noon. In the past, Diaz would often spend the entire afternoon in a daze. Although it was his birthday, it became the most uncomfortable moment of the year for him. But this year, he had some expectations. Corneille had not promised him many things, but he could do everything he promised. Dias had a great reputation. Dias sat in front of the window, waiting for an hour. He felt that Corneille would not come, just like those people who once loved him and then abandoned him without his permission. The bone-chilling cold made Diaz hug himself tightly, and just as tears were welling up in his eyes, a dark shadow fell from the tree. It was Corneille. Corneille observed carefully for more than ten seconds, walked over, opened the window and said: "Sorry, it took some time to get rid of the guards and bribe the maid. Dias, come here, I'll take you out to play." For Dias at that time, his birthday present had already been received. He climbed onto the windowsill and jumped down without hesitation, and Corneille caught him steadily. Corneille naturally noticed his tears and teased him, "Are you crying because you are so hungry?" Diaz wiped his face with the back of his hand: "No...Mr. Count, thank you." Corneille squatted down, let Dias lie on his back, and took him over the wall. They first went to a nearby place to change clothes, and then took a public carriage to the outside of the city. March in Eagle County is a good time for outings. Families are everywhere out for a picnic, and where there are families, there will be business. Food, circus, various small games, cookies baked by Corneille, and children of the same age playing together made Dias spend a perfect afternoon. Diaz's gloom and boredom were melted by the sunshine, and the palm holding his hand was warmer than the sunshine; the outline of the light and shadow was more reassuring than the city wall. "I wish you were my dad." Dias' wish was crushed by the wind, and at dusk, Corneille took him to an open place. The sound of the fireworks frightened Dias so much that he hid in Corneille's arms. He saw the red buds fly straight into the air and bloom into gorgeous flowers. Dias grinned and looked up at Corneille. The fireworks that kept blooming made Corneille's eyes shine brightly. He smiled at Corneille, and Corneille smiled back at him. Fireworks are fleeting, but happiness will remain in the hearts of the viewers for a long time.
Dias put his arms around Corneille's waist and rested his head on his ribs, carefully expressing his closeness to Corneille in this way. Corneille touched Diaz's head and hugged him with his backhand. He felt the little hand grabbing his clothes with all his strength. Like right now. In Hecheser's plays, there are often scenes where heroes are defeated by women's tears. Corneille is not a hero, so he was moved by a man's tears. "What you said makes sense. We will stay here for one night and send you back to the mansion the next day. I will then report to Her Highness Isabella," he said. Diaz nodded vigorously and whispered, "With you here, I don't have to worry about being exposed as a girl." The reunion in Nebuchadnezzar turned into a welcome party for Merit, and everyone drank a lot of wine except Corneille and Dias. They were all drunk and dispersed at ten o'clock, each returning to their rooms. Corneille took Dias back to the room as if she had been pardoned. The moment the door closed, the blonde put her arm around his and her soft flesh pressed against his belly. "It was a close call." Dias saw that there were two beds in the room and felt a little disappointed. Soon, the regret turned into shock, because the drunk Polly walked into the room through the wrong door. Corneille hurriedly lay down with Diaz in his arms, covered him with a quilt, and turned sideways to block Polly's possible prying sight. Although Polly was drunk, she smelled a familiar scent, which was the scent of Corneille's kept lover that she often smelled on Corneille and in Toledo Mansion. He brought her here? Polly did not find this suspicious. She followed her instinct and wanted to see what Corneille's mistress looked like, so she touched Corneille's bed. As a result, the alcohol destroyed her ability to move, and she fell on the bed, hugged Corneille's waist, and did not move. Chapter 139: Stains Under the dim light, Corneille and Diaz looked at each other in silence. Diaz saw the hand on Corneille's shoulder and nodded, motioning for Corneille to move away. Corneille did as she was told, but Polly muttered something and moved her hand away from Corneille's shoulder and towards her. Dias was so scared that he leaned into Corneille's arms and touched her neck with his nose. Polly was drunk but half asleep. Corneille was worried that the noise he made was too loud and would wake her up. If she saw Dias, everything would be unclear. He planned to wait until Polly fell into a deep sleep, then have Diaz get up and go out for some shelter, and then send Polly back to her room. Polly's body temperature was higher than that of a human, and Dias's female body was full of vitality, with a body temperature higher than when she was the Duke of Toledo. The result was that in the hot weather, Corneille felt like he was being squeezed between two stoves in front and behind him, and he himself was also a stove. Soon, drops of sweat condensed on his skin. Another effect of sweat is that the barrier feeling of clothes that absorb sweat is greatly reduced, and Polly and Dias' body touch is clearer. They held him tightly, and Corneille's divine weapon, which was supposed to be resting, unexpectedly regained its vitality and started up. Dias felt her clothes being lifted up and was confused at first. Her hands were curled up and Corneille's hands were on her. How did her clothes move? After a few seconds, she figured it out. Fear and shame made her eyes misty. Cornell felt like he had died once. In the past, he would not have any reaction that night after a fierce battle, but now, he was so excited that he could not control himself. How could he explain to Dias? Was it Polly who turned him on? No, that would make him a pervert who was turned on by reproductively segregated interracial women.
Did Diaz arouse his excitement? No, having feelings for a man, even a man who had turned into a woman, was as perverted as having sexual interest in a different race. Diaz will be frightened and hurt, and perhaps left with a lifelong trauma - what man likes another man to point a gun at him? In Corneille's eyes, Dias had no opinion of his own, was easily submissive, had weak male dignity, and was very devoted to him, so he was likely to compromise, acquiesce, or take the initiative to serve him. The proportion of homosexuals and bisexuals in the upper class of the Federation is very high, but Corneille does not want Dias to be one of them. But what his body was doing was undoubtedly destroying Diaz's masculine dignity. To his relief, Diaz moved awkwardly, trying to dodge. However, fearing that Polly might wake up, she only moved her body a small amount, and as a result, the frightening and shy touch actually had a teasing effect. Dias' heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands again, but the breath that leaked out from between his fingers brought an even more provocative itching sensation to Corneille's neck. "Oh, it's narrow! Go away, Pudding!" muttered Polly. Pudding is the name of Polly's pet dog. Although there is a subtle sense of humor about dog people raising dogs, Polly thinks there is no problem. Polly wondered what she was dreaming about, as she slid her hands along Corneille's arms and pressed them against his hips, pushing him inward. Inevitably, Corneille and Dias were huddled closer together. "This stupid dog!" Corneille grumbled, and he turned to see what was happening to Polly, and Dias wanted to see it too. As a result, when he adjusted his position, his lips crossed the tip of Dias' nose, or in other words, he left a light kiss on the tip of Dias' nose. He was fine, because he had kissed Diaz's forehead and cheeks like an older brother and a father in the past, so this kiss only made him feel intimate but sacred emotions. However, for Dias, who was being violated by Corneille, this kiss seemed unusual. "Diaz, today's battle made me angry, so some inappropriate things happened out of control." Corneille said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You will encounter this kind of situation in the future. When a man is single for a long time, it is easy to..." "Yeah, I understand. I'm a boy too." "As long as you understand." Diaz's tone became stern: "Do you think I'm that woman?" Corneille didn't think so. Her touch made him completely unable to associate it with Angelica. However, Dias's inferiority and "self-awareness" seemed to be the best solution to the current dilemma. So he said, "Yes... I'm an asshole." "You finally admitted it." Diaz's voice trembled, "Even though you chose me between her and me, I'm actually not that important, right?" “You are all important.” "No wonder. I'm a burden. I can't help you. And I can't please you like a real woman." "Don't say that." Dias said hurriedly: "Pierre, I will do anything to keep you here."
Dias's declaration made Corneille break out in a cold sweat; their relationship seemed to be heading in the saddest direction. The girl turned around and arched her back and golden hair into Corneille's arms. This was a rather difficult action, and the result was that although Dias no longer had to face Corneille, the latter was embedded deeper between her buttocks. Corneille felt Dias's arm intertwined with his right arm and pressed against it. Her palm slid under his arm like a snake, and her five fingers caressed the thick calluses on his palm and fingertips. The person in Corneille's arms was not satisfied and tried to squeeze his fingers into the gap between Corneille's fingers. He resisted such an intimate hand holding, but he couldn't bear to hurt Diaz's delicate fingers, so Diaz got what he wanted and let the smooth feeling fill Corneille's fingers. Corneille's palm was lifted up, and the heat flow told him that his palm was very close to Dias' face. The next second, a soft touch came from his wrist, and Dias kissed the injured part of his wrist. "Don't." Corneille tried to pull his hand away, but Polly put her hand on his shoulder again. In order to prevent her from touching Dias, he had to deal with the situation on the Western Front first, and the result was that his Eastern Front was penetrated. The moist and slightly itchy feeling was applied to the injured area, and Corneille could imagine the small, pink tip of the tongue sliding across the skin. Saliva was the medium through which Dias let the magic flow to heal Corneille's injuries. Her magic was weak, her healing technique was immature, and the hot weather evaporated the moisture on Corneille's body. What Diaz did was to replenish water over and over again. The injured part of Corneille became sticky, and the injury recovered to a certain extent. The cool feeling dissipated Corneille's restless desire, but Dias's legs together would not let him leave easily. "There's a limit to what I can do now, but in the future..." Diaz whispered. Corneille interrupted her: "No, you can't continue to be a witch..." Dias leaned back and blocked Corneille's mouth with her hair. “I can’t bear to watch you get hurt and not be able to do anything, it feels terrible. Pierre, you have the power and can still be counted on to fight, but as for me, regardless of my happiness or future, or the conspiracy of some "imperial killer", I live at the mercy of others. I also want to make my own decisions and really make things happen the way I want them to. But if Pierre wants me to be a good little bird, then I will stay in the cage and only look at you forever." The consumption of magic power made Dias tired, and soon she fell into a deep sleep. Corneille got up quietly, carried her to the other side, hid her with a quilt, and then picked up Polly as well. Polly was lighter than Corneille had imagined. When the others had already rested, Corneille opened the guest room in the middle where there was no magical fluctuation and sent Polly back. "Mother," Polly said suddenly. Corneille originally had some opinions about Polly, but this sentence touched his homesickness. How long had it been since he went home? Polly's situation was much worse than his. She would never see her mother again. She was in a foreign land, working hard for her younger siblings and the elderly at home, and her earning age was soon passing. Corneille covered her with the quilt, stroked her head, and whispered, "Good night, Polly." He went out, and the moonlight illuminated the corridor, casting the same crisscrossing shadows on his body, one of which was particularly strange. Gao Naiyi reached out and touched it, and felt a sticky and wet feeling. At first, he thought it was the result of not controlling his body and getting aroused. But this smell is much lighter than his, and there is still some residual magic... It's Diaz's.
He was not the only one who failed to control his body's instincts. Dias also failed to control her own female body. All along, Corneille has avoided thinking about whether Dias's female body would react to external stimuli in the same way as a real woman. He knew the result, so he deliberately ignored this issue. However, the menstrual issue and the stain on his pants were extremely eye-catching and made him unable to avoid paying attention to it. Not to mention Diaz's mind, his body after the sex change has become exactly the same as that of a woman, and it has been less than three months since her sex change.