Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

At three ugly times when the grass also sleeps, I spare no time to go to my computer while I sleep.

I think my consciousness is still flying because of lack of sleep here. But a little more, a little more.

"Done, done"

A bunch of dirty images on your computer screen.

Images of girls in our high school uniforms and boys in our high school uniforms as well, extending to abnormal acts that make you want to cover your eyes. All of them, they're fictional statues I created.

"Damn, I'm doing good."

When I saw that image printed out on glossy paper, I thought it was convincing.

I guess I've just spent the past week scraping my sleep and working on it.

Most of all, if you look at someone with a lot of knowledge, you'll see that this is just a synthetic photograph, but no problem. I've already confirmed that they don't have such knowledge.

"Now, is it your ruin, or do you get the best toys? Looks like you'll enjoy falling either way."

What I'm trying to do. It is unethical behavior that is so dangerous that it is socially obliterated if you make a mistake and out of humanity. But that's fine.

My life has already been over since I was born. It's no good trying to ruin it now. If I can get the best toys at the price of that danger, I will step out without hesitation.

No, rather, I may want ruin.

When I arrived at the high school lift a lot earlier than usual in the morning, I put a letter inside Makoto Ogasawara's shoebox.

Makoto Ogasawara, a beautiful girl with long dark hair that attracts eyes, big black eyes and white skin that attracts men. Plus, he's got big tits.

Because of his inner personality, he doesn't want to go out in public, so he's not that prominent, but he's gaining a lot of popularity from male students behind him.

Makoto Ogasawara has such a familiar childhood, and this is another picturesque aesthetic. They seem to insist on each other being just childhood friendly, but they are definitely whispered (seriously) by the fact that they are the best couple anyone can admit to in a relationship more than friends.

Even the table has a small number of male students who have feelings for Makoto Ogasawara, and its childhood familiarity is significant.

Tatsuya Sasaki, a childhood acquaintance of Makoto Ogasawara, is a serious honorary student on the way, albeit aesthetically shaped. According to the information I gathered, the two of them go from kindergarten to the same school in the neighborhood. And Tatsuya Sasaki seems to have always had feelings for Makoto Ogasawara.

I have thoughts. As the expression suggests, the two of you haven't even gotten to socialize.

Tatsuya Sasaki seems to be taking a step forward, whether the distance too close to childhood familiarity is disastrous, or whether she is afraid that her current relationship will break down.

What, are you singing sweet and sour youth? It's very different from me twisted and distorted. So, just for a little while, I was going to ask you to put that youth on.

After school, he arrived at the warehouse behind the school building, a designated location.

An old warehouse surrounded by trees. This is a sports warehouse that is no longer used today.

When I was in high school a year later, I came up with my current plan to get this warehouse.

A sorority was set up appropriately, and all necessary expenses were successfully used as a sorority room based on the condition that you own the warehouse.

Remove the key from the pocket, insert it into the door knob and turn it.

When I open the door and go inside, the darkness is spreading.

Only the door I just unlocked can enter this warehouse. Moreover, this door is made of steel and cannot be broken so easily. In the meantime, there is not a single window, and it is highly soundproofed. It's a good property that fits exactly with my ideals.

Close the door and light the indoor lights. This warehouse, which had been turned into a crap yard, was sorted out and remodeled over a long period of time.

TV or computer, plus a fridge or washing machine or bed. I brought in other things that I needed for my life. It's so much more comfortable than the apartment I live in. However, there is a slight smell of mold.

I turned to the fridge and when I opened the door, I removed the pet bottle from the inside and drank its good, cold carbonated beverage all at once.

I've been thirsty since yesterday and I can't help it. I guess I'm nervous. That's right, I have no fear of ruining it, but I'd love to get a toy if I could. To do so, we need to successfully guide Makoto Ogasawara.

I threw an empty pet bottle into the trash and headed to the couch for a carbonated beverage of the newly removed pet bottle.

He sat down on a sofa installed in the center of the room, stirred up a carbonated beverage gleefully, and placed that pet bottle on the table in front of him.

Thirty minutes till the promised time. I can't wait, I'm scared.

Makoto Ogasawara is ideal as a prey. There are places where I feel weak inside and hold my worries without talking to anyone. And parasitic habits. You must be anxious not to be with someone at all times. So contrary to my unsociable personality, I belong to a group of women and have an affectionate laugh and am in the mood around me.

One of the factors that makes Sasaki unable to take a step forward seems to be his extreme fear that Makoto Ogasawara will be alienated from the women's group.

Not at all troublesome, and that's why there's so much clearance to get into.

Five minutes before the promised time, Gachari and the knob on the door turned.

Then the door opens and Makoto Ogasawara peeks into his face.

"Um... I knocked, because I didn't hear back"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and came into the dreaded room, politely closed the door. But you're on guard, you're standing by the door, and you're not trying to come over here.

That's right, you didn't realize you were knocking. I was oblivious that this warehouse was soundproof.

"Oh, uh, so, Tatsuya - what's the story about Sasaki-kun?

Makoto Ogasawara lays his hands in front of his chest and asks him that in a whisper. I just used Sasaki as bait, and I didn't know this would be easy to catch. Apparently Makoto Ogasawara is also a Sasaki muscle.

Really good. Clear all the way. Poor girl. I want to see it fall to the bottom of Naruto with these eyes.

"Is that how you ask people? As far as I'm concerned, I don't know what happens to Sasaki. But I thought it would be best to talk to Ogasawara, so I called you here. But if you want to continue with that attitude, I'd like you to go home."

Desperately suppressing feelings of deviation, he asks Makoto Ogasawara in a pale tone. Makoto Ogasawara then stepped out with his eyes swimming.

I caught it. It's a first step to remember. Welcome to Nara.

"Ugh, that's a lie. Oh no..."

Makoto Ogasawara, sitting next to me, is staring at the table with his eyes open.

There were scattered pictures on the table.

Synthetic photographs I made. Something Sasaki is sexually connected to a female student or sucking on her breasts. But such a thing is a shame.

vibes, electrons, enemas, sex, anal fuck, fellatio, iramatio, pussy, fist fuck, gang rape, exposure, etc. A bunch of pictures that make you want to cover your eyes.

There's a reason I'm scattering them. About three pieces were made in the mood as a synthesis. The three pieces were placed in a very visible position, and the rest were laid underneath them. In short, it's camouflaged.

Except for the pictures I made in a temper, if you look closely, you'll know it's fake. To avoid being spotted, the three pictures made Sasaki's face clear. And I darken the fluorescent lights in the room, and I'm also working on it so that I can't see other pictures very well. Adding to that the agitation of Makoto Ogasawara would make it harder to spot the truth.

"I don't care if it's a lie or not. I only saw Sasaki in this picture. If this is true, it's a big deal. So I'm going to submit this photo to the school to see if it's true or false."

Take one of the scattered pictures and show it to Makoto Ogasawara. Makoto Ogasawara, who had defied his face, looked at me in response to my words, "Submit to the school side".

"But to school?

Shaking eyes. Shivering lips. Blue face. So far so good. But this is where the biggest mountain range comes from.

"Oh, I'll submit to the school side"

"Duh, why not?

"What? It's decided because Sasaki doesn't care."

Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes to my words, glanced at me with an eye like he could even see in garbage.

That's good, that's good. That's a great reaction. But do you know what he is? the reality that those you love are encouraged to engage in slutty behavior with other women.

"Why would Ogasawara be angry? Sasaki looks like she's having so much fun with a woman other than you, right? It's not just sex. Look at this. I'm putting my arm in here."

"Please don't!

Makoto Ogasawara, who blocked my words and raised his voice, meditated his eyes and blocked his ears with both hands, leaning down and trembling.

"I have already decided to submit this to the school side. I'm not going to change that behavior. However, I decided that it would be better for you to listen in advance rather than suddenly poke at the fact. So I taught."

With his ears blocked, he spoke so gently to Makoto Ogasawara, who was leaning down and trembling.

"That's it. Then check directly with Sasaki, keep your distance from Sasaki, and do as you like."

That's what I said, I sat back on the couch, and I left my hips on my back to meditate my eyes.

Well, how does Makoto Ogasawara get out? Do you love the man who betrayed you, or...

Makoto Ogasawara never stood up and the silence flowed for a while. And a sobbing weak voice that has sounded slightly.

"Ki, I'm sure there's something going on. That's how it's decided. Otherwise, Tatsuya would do this..."

Is that telling me, or are you telling yourself? A whisper of bumps and squeals reaches my ear.

"Right, maybe there's something going on. But that's none of my business. Whatever the circumstances, we can't justify such an act. Besides, I'm not acting in good faith either. I simply don't care about Sasaki. In short, I think there's a place called Musina with the same hole."

Keep your back to your back and your eyes closed, and yes, whine to no one.

"Besides, you know what? Sasaki didn't choose you. No, maybe he was just going to force you to do these things. Well, I'm not gonna make sure of that, so you can do whatever you want."

He groans at the throw and peeks at Makoto Ogasawara's reaction.

Love Sasaki, and if you leave here, that's it. At that point, this play is over. On the contrary, if Makoto Ogasawara confirmed authenticity to Sasaki and exposed that it was all my fiction, I would not be spared from leaving school. If you do poorly, you can also have ample potential to develop into a police shack.

Until Makoto Ogasawara came here, he thought he had a better chance of failing. But when I exchanged words and saw the reaction, I felt certain.

Looking at the photo, Makoto Ogasawara believed that Sasaki was dawning in an act of debauchery. Believe me, Sasaki thinks there are some real circumstances.

And instead of rushing out to make sure of it, I'm staying here and crying.

I guess you're afraid to know the facts. And knowing what Sasaki did, I believe in Sasaki.

"Give me this... I have to submit this"

The sound sounded giddy and Makoto Ogasawara moved. As far as the sound is concerned, I guess they're scratching scattered pictures on the table. Are you going to dispose of the evidence as well?

"I'll tell you what, the pictures are already captured on the computer with scans. The backup is perfect too. If I wanted to make it, I could make hundreds of pictures like that."

Actually, I didn't capture the photo on my computer, I created the image on my computer and printed it out.

I purposefully emphasised it as a photograph because it did not lead me to the idea that I had synthesized images on my computer. The photos were only taken on camera. Makes you think so.

"Ugh... what happens to Tatsuya if this is submitted to school?

A weak voice that sounds like whimpering. Makoto Ogasawara's thoughts would no longer be a state of confusion.

"I don't know, I'm not the one who decides that. Maybe the teachers can rub it off. If that happens, I'll send the photos to the press. If the press is interested, it could be as good as an article even if it doesn't have a real name."

You shouldn't lie around here. If you exaggerate and incite Makoto Ogasawara, it could be a hassle later. So dare to obscure and leave the rest to Makoto Ogasawara himself to inflate his delusions freely.

"Rub it off... But Tatsuya, will Tatsuya be expelled from school?

"That's why I don't know. All I have to do is submit pictures. After that, we'll just sit back and enjoy the situation."

Makoto Ogasawara, who's been asking me, throws it down.

"If so, how can I have my photos kept secret?

Kick-ass, kick-ass. He came to that conclusion sooner than I expected. But not yet, we still have to pack it.

If you want to keep it a secret, follow my orders. With that said, the weak-minded Makoto Ogasawara might pull off. So I dare change direction here. The first step is to take the escape route. That's what matters.

"It's a secret. Well, there's the best way to bury this fact in the dark forever, you hear me?

I opened my eyes and got up slowly. And see Makoto Ogasawara. Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me with a blue expression, was kneeling on the ground, holding a photograph scattered on the table.

"Kee, I want to hear..."

A trembling whisper sounded and I laughed inside out. I didn't know it would really be this easy to catch. The more I want to suspect this woman's head is empty.

Well, I was hoping to turn my prey into Makoto Ogasawara.

"Kill me. That way, secrets are kept. But kill him well, okay? If they find my body, the police will look into my neighborhood. If you can find that picture there, Sasaki is done. If the killer is identified as you, your life will be over."

Speaking so in a pale tone, Makoto Ogasawara's complexion became even more bloody and blue-white.

"I can't do that."

And I desperately enjoyed holding my belly and wanting to laugh at the expected reaction I had returned.

"If you don't like to kill me, do you, do you want to imprison me? I don't have to go to school for a few days because my parents have left me alone. Anyway, I'm comfortable living alone. But if that goes on for a long time, you'll be suspicious, and if our parents, who cared about the public, even put out a search application, my room will be searched by the police for a home. After that, you don't have to tell me, you know?

Talking pale, crushing the escape route one by one. There's no way to stop me. To make you think so.

"That's enough, right? Will you please disappear because you are blind? Be cool with Ogasawara, too. Sasaki betrayed you. As far as he's concerned, look for a new love. What, you can pick whoever you want for as much as you want?

And only makes me think I'm not interested in Makoto Ogasawara. To make you think that Makoto Ogasawara is not worth one thing in negotiating.

"Well, if there's anything I can do..."

"No, there's nothing. I gave you information you weren't supposed to tell me. Will you be satisfied with that? And I'm not free either. I'm going to have to sort out the photos that I'm going to submit."

Block Makoto Ogasawara's plea and pay carelessly by hand.

"Oh, yeah, you had another way to keep secrets, if you say so"

I said that and loosened my expression like it flashed, and I saw Makoto Ogasawara.

"I knew you'd have to talk to Sasaki. And you can have me killed by Sasaki. Then you won't get your hands dirty, and if Sasaki is caught, you won't be harmed if Sasaki is silent. Look, isn't that perfect?"

Spread your hands and speak loudly.

I'll talk to Sasaki. Equal Sasaki will kill me. Yes, to rub into Makoto Ogasawara.

If I could rub it in well, even Makoto Ogasawara, who is hesitant to ask Sasaki, would never consult Sasaki.

Well, Makoto Ogasawara has one idea around here. I don't know what will happen, but it will be about a wedge.

"Tatsuya... a murderer? Because of me?

Makoto Ogasawara, whose shaky eyes swayed even further and pale to the point where he was about to faint, sat pethan on the spot. And staring at the void in a daze.

This leaps my expectations diagonally. I blame myself for some reason. Whatever the state of confusion, what's going on with his brain? Is it possible that it is also a self-inflicted habit?

Well, that concludes the first phase. I won't hunt down Makoto Ogasawara any more. I mean, I seem to be more stuck than I planned on my own.

Even though it's going well, in addition to the confusion, it's self-immolation, and everything that's been in unpredictable behavior is blistering.

"Ha, if Ogasawara doesn't leave, I'll go home. I would have liked to lock the warehouse if I could, but I wouldn't have any choice. You just have to sit there like that forever. Bye."

He sighed heavily and said so and rose off the couch.

"Ma, wait!

Makoto Ogasawara hastily tried to get up too because I moved. But there was no force in my knees, and as soon as I got to my mid back, I fell backwards as I was.

Inside the exposed skirt. It looked like a modest Makoto Ogasawara, a decorative white underwear.

I would usually hide it in a hurry. But you can't afford that, Makoto Ogasawara desperately trying to get up with his underwear exposed.

"Are you okay? Then I'm going home. I'm going to submit my photos tomorrow, so I can't afford it that much."

I wanted to have a few more views, but I shouldn't be enlightened when I'm interested in Makoto Ogasawara. So I tossed my words unfathomably and glanced at them and walked out towards the door.

Really great. It looks clear and pathetic, but underwear is flashy because it shrivels. After all, Makoto Ogasawara is the best prey for first-class products, both in appearance and contents.

"Ma, wait! Wait! Please! Tell me my story!

A sad cry that echoes from behind. I ignored that and left the warehouse behind.

Well, I gave you insignificant information that the photo submission is tomorrow, but then there's only a few hours left for Makoto Ogasawara.

You won't be able to afford to convince me again tomorrow. If so.

"Wait! Please! Wait!

You're gonna have to go after me. It's going really well.

Arrive at the apartment and take the elevator upstairs.

Makoto Ogasawara ended up attached to the front of the condo. And then he tried to get into the apartment after me, but he gave up going into the apartment by my word that if I put him around any more, I would call the police.

This play with too many betting elements. If I fail, I will perish. That's why it's fun, and if you succeed, Makoto Ogasawara will gradually fall into Nara like a butterfly trapped in a spider's nest.

The cold runs up my spine just thinking about it and one thing swells up. Really delightful.

My room arrived on the seventh floor and the elevator door opened.

I'm out of the elevator, I'm walking down the aisle to my room.

He arrived in front of the room and opened the door when he unlocked it with a card key.

Apartments are for rent though, and rooms aren't that big either. Kitchen, toilet and bath in one octatami. And veranda. That's all.

I always keep my top grades. But that's possible because it's the high school I'm currently attending, and it's impossible in the high school my brother was attending.

My parents, who cared about the public, decided on my grades that I couldn't take the top in high school, where my brother graduated as chairman, and abandoned me.

I went to a prestigious school outside the prefecture and was forced to take a high school far from my parents' house and was given a room in this apartment.

I'll give you as much money as you like. So don't cross our lair again.

That's what my father told me when he left the house. My mother and brother were nice to me, but when my father abandoned me, he didn't shelter me one thing.

That's good. It's all my fault. Blaming your mother or brother is a mistake. And I guess it's wrong to resent gratitude because you're letting me live a life without liberty.

Yeah, I appreciate that.

"If Makoto Ogasawara doesn't get on my ruse and punches everything over, fuck it, I wonder what my father would look like"

You can ruin it. Yes, if it's going to ruin anyway, I'm going to involve everything and scatter it flashy.

Either way, I will laugh whether Makoto Ogasawara falls to Nara or I perish.

Take a bath, warm the lunch you bought at the convenience store in the range and pour it into your stomach.

In a quiet room that doesn't make a single sound, only the slight cloth rubbing sound I produce sounds slightly louder.

I hate annoyance. That's why I don't watch TV. I also don't use computers except when I need them.

In a gallant room, there is only the minimum necessary, and it is as if there is no sense of life.

I don't need a bed. If you have a cloth, that's fine.

I don't need a couch. Put it down and it's just out of the way.

All you need is a bookshelf and a desk. The bookshelves are narrow and lined with reference books, and the desks are stacked with exhausted notebooks.

It dawned on my studies since I was a child. I wanted my parents to compliment me like my brother did. But that day didn't come after all.

Why, I purposefully purchased and installed unnecessary items in the club room. It's supposed to be a space I don't like, but that place calms down.

Is it because when you're there, you feel like a king?

I didn't give it to my parents, I got it myself, so does that seem like it?

The meal was over and we headed to the veranda.

When I open the curtains and windows, I go out onto the veranda and look downstairs.

The time is after six. It's time for sunset.

A terribly obscure world, just before the cedar stains the darkness. That's where I found one high school girl.

It's dim and it doesn't look good, but it's definitely Makoto Ogasawara. Ever since I walked into the apartment, I guess I'll be waiting at the entrance. Expecting me to get out of the apartment.

I don't have too much time to convince you tomorrow morning at school. That's what you must have decided.

Everything's fine. No, things are carrying on as I expected because I'm scared.

I didn't impose one on Makoto Ogasawara. Everything is judged and acted upon by Makoto Ogasawara himself.

The time is 11 pm. It's time to get into action.

When I changed into my personal clothes and left the room, I took the elevator downstairs.

Well, is Makoto Ogasawara still there? How tough it would be for a high school girl to be in front of the condo by herself until this time. There may be a curfew, and if you do poorly, you'll be coached by a policeman on the lookout.

There's a better chance of not being there, but it doesn't matter if you're not. But sometimes, at that point, we enter the third stage.

The elevator arrived on the ground floor and the door opened.

Going out through the hall, the hingy air of the night strokes my cheeks.

"Oh, um..."

Turning to the voice I called, the implant on both sides of the front porch of the apartment and the girl appeared from behind on its left.

Were you hiding so you couldn't find it? It's a surprisingly sober judgment. But that's convenient. Makoto Ogasawara is not going to pull back to say that he waited here even when he was calm. Yes, but you're willing to convince me.

"You're persistent, too. Besides, I'm in a place like this at this hour, and it doesn't matter if something happens to me."

That said, I coldly embellished Makoto Ogasawara, and when I defied my gaze, I walked out.

I came out of the apartment because I have business. To never make you think that Makoto Ogasawara needs you.

"Duh, where are you going?

Voices heard from behind and footsteps walking early enough. Makoto Ogasawara naturally has to follow me on early walks because I am unwilling to keep pace with Makoto Ogasawara.

If you walk slowly, you can afford to spin your thoughts. Sharpen anything that can be sharpened, albeit slightly.

It's none of your business.

Answering that without turning around, he quickened his pace. Follow that, and the footsteps you hear from behind also speed up.

I arrived at the convenience store and went into the store to buy two bottles of canned juice. Meanwhile, Makoto Ogasawara comes after me with some distance.

Out of the convenience store, he looked back and threw the can juice.

Makoto Ogasawara, who looked surprised, rushed to take that can of juice. But you don't like exercise, you missed it and hit your busty chest, and you stopped holding it.

Big tits on a child-faced cunt. Plus long, glossy dark hair to flow through. Incites inferiority just by standing... It's just ideal.

"I'll send it."

I sighed heavily and groaned so.

"Huh?"

Makoto Ogasawara tilting his neck. All of a sudden, he didn't understand what I said.

"I'm going to school. You couldn't lock the warehouse because of you, could you? I knew you were worried. Then I'll drive you home."

Makoto Ogasawara, who had listened to my words in a dismal manner, gradually smiled.

"So, you can stop submitting pictures, right? Thank you."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Submit photos"

A brilliant smile vanished in an instant by my words.

"Trouble is, there's something about you. It's not my fault, but you're gonna wake up badly, okay? That's why I said I'd take you home."

Makoto Ogasawara shook his neck to the side as he scratched his head galloping in sigh and inquired.

"Don't worry. Because I told my friends I was staying at their house today. I won't leave until you give up submitting your photos."

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so without hesitation as if he were someone else from the warehouse, complains with his gaze that he will not leave me, even if he is willing to.

You've cemented your intentions in a good way. I'm sure you don't think about Sasaki and just focus on changing my will.

That's a sandy castle that collapses brittle just because the wind blew it back.

"Be my guest."

I grinned inside, so cold I abandoned myself and walked out.

"Let me take it personally"

Voices echo from behind, and early footsteps are heard. Apparently, he jumps into the spider's nest on his own.

Arriving at high school, turning to the back. There's an iron fence at the front gate, so you can't get in.

The back is in the woods, which act to inhibit the entry of outsiders. That said, if I wanted to go in, I'd let everyone in.

There are no road-like paths, but some students use this forest as a shortcut, so there is something like a beast path. But it is very difficult to find its way in the dark.

Unlike me, who walked many times, for Makoto Ogasawara, it would be just like wandering through the jungle of darkness.

"Shah."

Looks like he fell at the roots of a tree or something. Ignore that and move on.

Even if you get lost, it's a residential neighborhood around the forest. There is no danger of shipwreck. If you walk to it properly, you'll be out of the school building in time.

Still, if you keep wandering through the woods and give up after me, I won't be in trouble, so no problem.

Through the woods we arrive at the warehouse, open the door and go inside. All you have to do is wait for Makoto Ogasawara to arrive. If you don't come, I'll reveal the night here as it is. Anyway, it's more fulfilling in every way than the apartment room. Enough to live as it is.

After about twenty minutes, the door opened. I was just amazed at this, and I accidentally looked at the door twice.

By the time fifteen minutes had passed, I wondered if you had given up and returned, but had you wandered through the woods before?

Makoto Ogasawara's appearance, who had now entered the warehouse, was a tragic one.

Glossy brunettes are intertwined with dead trees and leaves, and their faces are dirty with dirt. The same was true of the uniform, where black sailor clothes adhered to dirt everywhere.

And did you rub it off when you fell, and your palms and knees are red? But they don't bleed enough.

Nevertheless, it will take too long to do anything at all. Is it possible that Makoto Ogasawara is extremely directional phonetic?

"Or didn't you just tighten the lock?

You're pretty exhausted, I ask you that with my breath absurd.

"Also, could it be that you waited until I got here?

And he seems to be taking the liberty of interpreting it conveniently to himself. Though, it's true that I've been waiting for Makoto Ogasawara to come.

"There's no way. This is my only space. I took the time to make it up. Calm down, this is it. That's why I came. I was just taking a break."

Speak to Makoto Ogasawara with a frightened look and voice.

"I'll put it that way."

You want to assume that you waited only for yourself, so obsessively returned Makoto Ogasawara walked over to the couch where I was sitting. And sit next door without even taking confirmation.

Kind of a strange close distance. I guess that's not all you're wary of. Anyway, I don't treat Makoto Ogasawara as a woman. On the contrary, he's posing as a wind he's not even interested in.

Makoto Ogasawara, on the other hand, may have some kind of intimacy because of his current abnormal situation and environment, and the fact that he chased me around.

Can juice given to Makoto Ogasawara at the convenience store. A statement saying I'm sending you home. And that I waited until Makoto Ogasawara arrived.

It's really no big deal. It's kind, and on second thought, it's heartless. I left him in the middle of a dark forest.

An event that makes you feel affectionate about the person when you are at all nice to the kidnapper. Did you say Stockholm syndrome or something? Maybe it's close to that.

"Talk to me, will you listen?

Makoto Ogasawara, sitting close to me so that his body touches him, looks at me so that he can peek into my face and asks me yes.

When I sighed heavily, I stared back at Makoto Ogasawara carelessly.

"I'm not willing to listen to you, but you can do it if you have a chance to answer my question"

Makoto Ogasawara, whose eyes shined in my words, stretched his spine and chest as he straightened the posture that had been a foreboding. And nod loudly.

"Go ahead, ask me anything"

He seems more than happy if he doesn't listen to me.

As for Makoto Ogasawara, I guess it's the hardest thing not to be dealt with by me. So even if you can't listen to me, maybe it's just good to have a conversation.

And it seems like you also have the soul and the guts to get along with me and get emotional and stop me from acting.

Not a bad hand. I'm sure he worked out a lot of measures while he waited outside the apartment. But I'm a little too alert to follow you in a place like this.

If you were dealing with Makoto Ogasawara and a guy who just wanted to do one shot, it's a situation that's already packed. Even then, they can still be raped, held weak, threatened and forced into a relationship.

If you look at something that you haven't been so concerned about, is the information still confusing or natural?

Either way, I'm not planning on raping Makoto Ogasawara, so it's no use worrying.

Rape doesn't make sense. Then you won't fall to the bottom of Naruto. On the contrary, Makoto Ogasawara could be broken.

It's not that cliché I want to see. I want to see him gradually and gradually fall into the fallen, and then fall apart and forsake his dignity as a human being, and become one.

"The question is a simple one. You can also call it a question. Mr. Ogasawara, why are you sheltering Sasaki? Sasaki is having fun with a woman other than you, right? I don't understand why you're sheltering."

Makoto Ogasawara, hearing my query, clouded his exasperated expression in an instant. And I dropped my shoulder and leaned down.

"Oh, that's..."

Growling shivering whispers.

"Wow, I'm not Tatsuya's girlfriend. I'm not socializing. So whoever Tatsuya socializes with, I don't deserve to complain..."

Words spinning as if they were telling themselves. Its painful sounds really comfortable.

"And"

Makoto Ogasawara, with his face raised abruptly, stared at me with his strong willed eyes, turning away from how depressed he was.

"Oh, yeah, some of my friends do that, too. The content, you know, may not be that great, but I think there are a lot of guys and kids with that kind of experience."

Experience of saying that, I mean sex. Well, I guess so. Well, there you are.

"So, I think it's odd to blame Tatsuya alone. And, uh, if the other person is agreeing, don't you mind?

Is it hard for you to tell me yourself, Makoto Ogasawara, who turns away with his face?

If the other guy agrees. But that's none of my business.

"If you don't think there's a problem, isn't that okay? Keep your chest open if I submit a photo."

Makoto Ogasawara, who groaned in order to switch between me, leaned down for a while before staring at me with his face up.

"Tatsuya is my childhood friend. He's a really sweet guy. Please, do not submit photos"

And I bowed my head deeply.

You're healthy. I can't believe I've done this much to the person who betrayed me. Even if it doesn't belong to me, can I just stare? You're like the protagonist of a girl comic book.

"Rejected. Listening to you doesn't do me any good. The question is closed. Now it's time to lock this place up and get the hell out of here."

Makoto Ogasawara also stands up to me when I say so. Those big, black eyes, with their strong will, told the silent story that they would never back down.

"I'll do anything. I'll do anything I can. Doesn't that benefit you?

Whatever. That word would mean something different than what I was about to say here after school. Makoto Ogasawara isn't even a kid in elementary school. You understand that saying anything to a man naturally involves sexual activity.

But understanding is different from reality. Even if you intend to be prepared, that will can shake if it extends to various acts.

Then I'll make an escape route. We need a way out where Nara can wait.

"I'll do anything, hey. Then why don't you just be my meat potty? Oh, you know what a meat potty is? Simply put, it's a meat toilet. presence to spit out a man's desires. So you're gonna be a sex processor."

Makoto Ogasawara, who moved Pickle and his eyebrows, still stares straight at me without turning away from me. He's not going to bend his will.

"Okay."

And I answered that with a lower than usual voice.

You're only ready for one. Perhaps I can't even properly imagine what it means to say that a man will attack me. I've always been protected from the tender childhood familiarity.

"Just kidding, I just wanted to make sure you were ready"

When I said that with a sigh of sigh, I glanced over my shoulder, and Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes, also dropped his shoulder like a hoe.

"What if I told you to take my place? Me, I'm interested in massage."

To my words, Makoto Ogasawara twitched his eyebrow root like nervous again.

"I swear I'll never get my hands on it. I mean, if you were gonna get your hands on it, you'd have agreed to be my meat potty, right? At that point, the contract is in place, right?

Makoto Ogasawara, listening to my words in silence, nodded cocklessly as he tilted his neck.

"Me, I want to be a masseuse in the future. My dead uncle was a masseuse and I admired him."

Of course my uncle is not dead and I have no respect. My uncle is not a masseuse in the first place.

"Our high school doesn't allow part-time work, does it? I'm going to college when I graduate, but I was hoping I could practice before then. What do you say? I don't think it's a bad condition."

I get a massage from the first guy I've had a conversation with today. Normally, I would say no. Or you should be on guard.

But he even told me to be a meat potty and a scattered cornered phrase, which once accepted, would have been a much lower hurdle for Makoto Ogasawara.

"Well, if that's okay with you, I'd be happy to..."

On the contrary, Makoto Ogasawara nodded and admitted that he was too low on hurdles to catch up with understanding or that he was not convinced of one thing at the moment.

Well, is it hell to fall to the bottom of Nara for Makoto Ogasawara, or...

Either way, I'm gonna have the most fun.