Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

He sat down scratching his claws on the floor of his room, drooling and exhaling a great sigh.

Massage training. When they give me this word, I get in trouble for the words I say back. In the first place, massage training was what I said, and it was a means of making Makoto Ogasawara fall to the bottom of Nara. That's why I've been trying so hard to pretend to encourage training.

How can I say no when I receive a training offer from Makoto Ogasawara to return the holiday?

Only this time, you can say no. But then, maybe Makoto Ogasawara would come here many times and complain about wanting me to stay. We know that it will be difficult to properly treat it every time.

If you can't cut it off anyway, you'd better invite him in before you feel uncomfortable from Makoto Ogasawara. But if I could, I still didn't want to be in my room right now.

Even if you look up and look around, there is nothing particularly distinctive about it. It's still an inorganic space.

Speaking of unusual things, mugs that still raise the hot air on the table and luggage placed all over the floor.

Makoto Ogasawara was sitting on the floor drinking tea. That Makoto Ogasawara is currently taking a bath.

I asked him how it would be if I even took a bath, and he went for a bath in two replies.

It was assumed that Makoto Ogasawara would be here any day. But that was supposed to be a long way off. Still, when I found it, I kept the bad stuff under constant control, so even if Makoto Ogasawara came to visit me suddenly, I didn't think I would be so disturbed.

It's a rush when you can actually come. Don't be tested for your ability to act in disregard of this appointment. If something unexpected were to happen, I would need the ability to survive with a flexible response, but apparently I was found to be lacking in those abilities.

No, I feel more like his behavior is overflying than my ability to say. But blaming him and crying won't start. Nobody else set him up as a prey, because this is me.

"Now you can pull..."

I thought it was time to finish the tutorial I called massage training and cut the edge with Makoto Ogasawara, but then I admit defeat.

If you're going to lose to your brother, I still don't want to lose just to that idiot.

Besides, you can't just run away. If you run away here, I'll be the one who falls to the bottom of Nara. And I'll never crawl up again and this will go away. That's what I feel.

That's why Makoto Ogasawara took a bath to drag her to this pace.

What we need now is information. Why did Makoto Ogasawara suddenly come to my house? Have you really come to train for a massage? Or......

The quickest and most efficient way to find out is to ask Makoto Ogasawara directly. But I can't deny the possibility of suddenly saying something unusual about him.

If you've come to train for a massage, there's no problem, but if it's different...

So I decided to check his stuff and get some information.

The items to be examined are mainly the contents of the bag and mobile devices. Mobile devices in particular are a treasure trove of information. It is also possible that he has been in contact with Tanaka, who has been close lately. If you check the email history, you might be able to take the back of Makoto Ogasawara's sudden actions.

Clarify your ears and you will hear a slight water noise. Makoto Ogasawara is in the shower.

I put hot water in the hot tub, but I guess I'm washing my body out in the shower before I dip it in that hot tub.

To say that he likes it pretty enough already turns out.

Even at the end of October, I always take a shower when I finish my tutoring at the warehouse. No matter how much hot water you start to get, use the coarse shower room you set up outside the warehouse and take a shower at the risk of exposing yourself to nudity outdoors. There's no reason I don't like beauty.

Plus, he's dumb on the head, but he seems to care about familiarity. I've never even seen a sleeping habit.

Besides, it's not the usual day. I walked up to the other person's house. I want to cleanse myself of that more than I normally do is think naturally as a high school girl with full adolescence.

I mean, it's gonna take a lot of time for him to get out of the bathroom.

Still, it makes sense to keep them prepared for unforeseen circumstances, just because they're opponents. There is no harm in being cautious.

He stood up softly as he killed the signs and approached Makoto Ogasawara's luggage. He then reaches for his luggage as he clears his ears and explores the trends of Makoto Ogasawara.

I opened the bag I had left, and there my hand stopped. No, it's not just the hands. Thoughts themselves stopped.

"Hey, why, he took this..."

What I saw the moment I opened the bag. plastic bag. That was a bag that looked familiar.

Whirlpool Pharmacy. That's what the bag does say. That was a plastic bag from a pharmacy with the same name as the one I bought the stomach medicine from.

I felt chills in my spine and cold sweat began to erupt.

Before and after I stopped at that pharmacy, Makoto Ogasawara stopped by accident, too? No, you're not. Chances are, you should think deliberately. That's more natural.

I mean, Makoto Ogasawara said he was following me after he broke up with me. And look at me stopping by the pharmacy...... why do I need to stop by Makoto Ogasawara too? You just should have waited on the surface until I came out, without forcing you to shop for anything, right?

So you're telling me you needed to shop at the pharmacy? So it was still a coincidence that you stopped by the same pharmacy? No, it's not a coincidence. Because it is a pharmacy in the opposite direction from Makoto Ogasawara's school route.

Your heart beats more intensely and your breath begins to rise at will.

A target I thought I had full mastery of was tailing me. And I didn't realize that.

"It can't be a coincidence. Let's not be optimistic. He followed me from the beginning. You should think about it that way..."

Mixed with haste and fear, anger came in. He was being tailed from a target he was supposed to have mastered. That fact irritated me with nothing.

I didn't expect to explore this trend of mine when it comes to prey.

I'm a predator and he's a cannibal. I'm an abuser, and he's an abuser. Makoto Ogasawara, who is supposed to be on the hunting side, should not be allowed to explore my trends on the hunting side.

It can't be forgiven. I can't forgive you more than anything for failing to realize the behavior of such prey.

"... it's my fault"

Fuck you, I was completely out of my mind. I was distracted. Are you telling me my thoughts were driving me crazy with that cow thing?

With that in mind, one unnatural point emerges after another.

Cattle monomane. Intention to say breast milk. If I succeed in breastfeeding, I want you to socialize. And the act of pushing you into my house that day.

Based on them, predicting what is in the bag of pharmacies leads to the worst conclusion.

Swallow gokuri and spit as you feel the cold sweat passing through your cheeks. And I took the dreaded bag out of my bag.

Inside the plastic bag was a brown paper bag. Bag in the bag. Moreover, brown paper bags can be peeked at so that they have the purpose of making the products inside invisible.

This is a bag that the store will use with care when purchasing items that mainly have female customers. I mean, it's physiological.

But the bag is small for menstrual products. As a day's worth, I can't deny the possibility that I bought it individually, but I have the certainty that I will deny it.

Anyway, I did some tutoring at the warehouse today. That's when I see Makoto Ogasawara's female genitals. In short, Makoto Ogasawara is not a period.

As a slight possibility, I bought the menstrual products because I think it's time for my period, but I can deny that.

Will you come all the way to the man, knowing you're close to your period? A high school girl with a full puberty would avoid those days.

Then what's in it? Is that still you?

There is no way I could have come to a conclusion with the idea of four or five, so I decided to open the paper bag and check the contents.

Gently remove the brown paper bag from the plastic bag and carefully peel off the serohan tape.

"Fuck, I knew it. That son of a bitch, you fool."

What came out was a vial and a small box. The vial said “super potent vigor” in large letters. And two. It's definitely for me and Makoto Ogasawara.

To be honest, I didn't expect an energizer. He's really the one who jumps over the diagonal of my predictions.

And a small box, but this is a substitute as I expected. The letter "Extremely Thin” is written on the surface of a brightly colored and stylish box.

Yes, it was a contraption.

He, that bastard, came here to make a decision with me.

"I'm not kidding..."

Whether you intend to make a fait accompli or have any other ideas, that's fine at this time.

The problem is he's trying to eat me.

What a humiliation. What an insult. There is no way that prey can be allowed to strike predators.

He just gets his whole body developed and turned into a slut, not knowing the man. It will remain pure and only exist to handle a man's desires. That's what I was planning to do.

That it should never be, such as dedicating purity from yourself. No matter how much you ask, you can't give it to me, and that desire claps at his slut. That was supposed to happen.

Because of Makoto Ogasawara's personality, he said he would never go into these behaviors, but he's definitely growing. And I'm trying to get out of my predictions.

You can't stay like this. I really can't get my hands on it.

Anyway, Makoto Ogasawara has all the ingredients that threaten me.

Tutoring in the science room. Tutoring in the warehouse. The record and evidence of that insanity will be the shackles of Makoto Ogasawara. But at the same time, they are the weapons that strangle me.

If Makoto Ogasawara had published his own records of those insanities, all the criticisms would be focused on me.

In other words, when I am ready to strike out, all the records of insanity that I hold will turn me into a sword of blades that will drive me to ruin.

I didn't think that was possible, but you should keep that in mind.

If it's ruined, it's what you want, but this time things are different. If Makoto Ogasawara beat me out and I ruined it, it would have defeated Makoto Ogasawara. I just don't like that. Whoever else you lose, you never just want to lose from him.

"Damn, why did this happen? I should have always taken the lead..."

The lead that should have been held is shifting to Makoto Ogasawara at some point. And the scary thing is, he's still obedient to me, and he has no intention of interfering with his discipline at all.

His pure overthought. That's driving my ruse crazy.

If this happens, even rape will beat him to the point where he has no skin, and he will be forced to fall.

No, that's no good. Then you won't really fall for it. In the first place, does rape work for him? If you are forced to assault, say, "I'm glad you're so strongly sought after!" Or something like that. "On the contrary, I'm going to be happy.

Anyway, he came in here ready. If I attacked him, I would have fallen into his thoughts.

So what do we do? You want me to chase you back? What do you want me to do with you? He said, "I'll come back next week!" I can see them cutting back. Besides, the fact that I went up to my room once could make room for me.

Pushing it out in the first place is a foolish trick. What about the tutoring after that? He obeys my orders. It depends on me so much. How hard do you think it's been to get here? You want me to break the building blocks that I've been building up in the tunnel?

Uh, fuck, uh, fuck, what the hell. Why do I have to worry about this?

Once again, my stomach was sore, eating and tying my teeth to withstand the pain, while I put my energizers and contraceptives back in the paper bag. Then I put the paper bag back in the pharmacy plastic bag and tried to put it in the bag.

So he returned it to me.

What am I thinking? Aren't you assembling a thought with the actions of Makoto Ogasawara? Isn't that why you're so worried and upset? Why do you need me to fit him?

If you think about it, this situation might be a wish or a fulfillment.

Makoto Ogasawara wants to be held by me. I hope you scatter your purity. And he's trying to be mine alone.

That insipid and timid Makoto Ogasawara is trying to convey his thoughts to me until he goes into such a bold act. You're so dependent on me by now.

Oh, my God, isn't that what we originally planned? Nothing inconvenient. I'm just talking about me, telling the thoughts of Makoto Ogasawara, and continuing to teach him with a strange face. Why does this drive me crazy when that's all I'm talking about?

All I need right now is cool judgment, insight, and analytics. They're missing from me right now.

Relax, it's okay, there's not one crazy thing about my strategy. Everything is fine. Everything is as you wish. I control everything about Makoto Ogasawara.

When I thought so, I felt like I had no heart or stomach pain healed.

When I checked Makoto Ogasawara's mobile device, it still seemed that Tanaka was involved in this case.

Nevertheless, my name is not on the e-mail exchange. These types of people continued to have such crappy exchanges about what kind of girls they liked and how to tell their thoughts.

And as a conclusion to that exchange, Tanaka derives an answer that says, "The type of hand may have to be messed up from a girl," in response to Makoto Ogasawara saying, "I see! Thanks! Good luck!" I was returning it.

And the result of my hard work will be the status quo.

By the way, contraceptives seem to be Tanaka's advice. It was a very precise instruction that if a dull, backhanded man was the opponent, he would most likely not have contraceptives available, and if he were an intelligent, ethical man, he would not have his hands free of contraceptives.

The problem is that Makoto Ogasawara made contraceptives available to men. In other words, it would seem to have come with that intention from the beginning. That's what I'm thinking right now.

That's all he's willing to do to push that danger, but to say he's got contraceptives.

"Keh, you idiot, who's going to ride your hole-filled ruse? Don't make fun of me."

If you don't root, you can't blame me with your hands. It's only a silly ploy by Makoto Ogasawara that hits me straight. But that's also why it's scary.

I guess that's all that matters to him when he says I am. Give me purity, but I want to be by my side. The purity of the thoughts sometimes leads to the stripping of fangs.

Because it is pure, the recoil will be greater when betrayed.

But there is no problem. By successfully manipulating it, Makoto Ogasawara becomes obedient everywhere, so it's more convenient.

By the time Makoto Ogasawara came up from the bath, there was enough ploy in my brain to be considered perfect.

I no longer have a gap. Whatever action Makoto Ogasawara is going to take, he kicks it magnificently and drags it to my pace. And to the bottom of Naruto, so much as to build up desire beyond the limits -.

"Oh, you know, I'm sorry. Get dressed, I forgot to bring it. Huh."

"What?"

The wet dark hair is more lustrous than usual, and the white skin soaked in the hot tub is superior to peachy. And a big swell that pushes your chest up.

Such a poor but luscious figure. Only one bath towel hides that nudity. Except for the part hidden in the bath towel, he was sparingly exposed to skin.

Suddenly she pushes me into a man's house, takes a bath, and laughs at him without wearing underwear.

Strip the bath towel and you're naked. There is nothing to hide anymore, and you will be exposed to what you were born to be.

A space for two. Men and women around the age. Under such circumstances, you would expose a man to the appearance of being naked if you stripped a piece of cloth, and you would not be able to complain about one thing if you were attacked with it.

Koitsu, you think you can get attacked by me... you were there, if you say so. Or rather, they want to be attacked. I even have vitamins and contraceptives.

Shit, I just, uh, got the anticipation diagonal again. If you're not getting dressed, you're not coming to stay. If you have time to prepare energizers and contraceptives, buy some underwear at the convenience store.

You didn't bring the change on purpose, did you? To create a situation like this.

I'm sorry. Your ploy looks too clear. It's too blatant for you. Think about it a little longer. Let's think about it. Please.

"Oh, but I train you to breastfeed, so you don't have a problem without underwear, do you? Huh."

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me sitting scratching my claws on the floor in a single bath towel, is laughing at me for saying that.

Wait a minute. Since when did you start training to breastfeed? I said I would give a massage to a woman in the time of breast milk, but I didn't say a word about training her to breast milk out of Makoto Ogasawara's breast.

The only person who wants to breast milk is Makoto Ogasawara, you. And yet, don't say it like I said it.

"Do you want to start right away? I am always ready ok!

That said, Makoto Ogasawara, who picked the tub towel fabric that stops next to his chest, tells me that he can always be naked.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. If I stay like this, I'm totally caught up in the pace of Makoto Ogasawara. Moreover, there is nothing strange about what Makoto Ogasawara is saying.

I came to stay to train for a massage. And take a bath towel to train a massage. That is in line with my claim that I want to train for a massage, and I have no objection.

Why, why is it such a perfect measure when there are holes everywhere? Even though the behavior itself is stupid, it's getting through the muscle path well.

Because I'm tired today. Because I want to take the day off. It is possible to say so, but then it will only be a snuff on the spot.

This is only my guess, but I feel like Makoto Ogasawara is going to be here every week from now on.

Not on the spot. If we don't get ahead of ourselves, my area could get more and more eroded.

Relax, Makoto Ogasawara obeys my orders. There is no need to rush anything. It should be, but if I order something, I have no idea what kind of action Makoto Ogasawara is going to take on that order.

The paradox is that you know more or less what he's thinking, but you have no idea what to say or do by it.

Damn, my stomach, my stomach hurts......

"Huh."

"Huh?"

Makoto Ogasawara, who heard my voice, slowly stepped out, leaning his neck but staring at me.

Distance slowly packed. On the front is Makoto Ogasawara dyeing his cheeks and smiling. Surrounded by walls. Chamber. There's no escape.

Escape? Why do we need to escape? Why should I run away?

"I'm going to take a bath!

"Ah! I see! Sorry, I forgot I was the only one in!

When I never stood up and raised my voice toward Makoto Ogasawara, Makoto Ogasawara, who had no way of being frightened by such an angry stained voice, held his hands together in front of his chest. And when I laughed like it lit up, I pegged out my tongue.

I left Makoto Ogasawara on the spot, and I rushed out to the bathroom. Yes, as if to escape.

Shit, it's really shitty if it stays like this. I don't know what to do sappy anymore.

I took off my clothes and opened the door leading to the bathroom, where I collapsed on the spot.

A familiar object placed properly on the bathroom floor. Anal sticks that you should have stolen from me.

It was placed in the center of the bathroom floor just to say if this was still the case.

"On purpose. I definitely put it away on purpose..."

Moreover, the anal stick was entangled with a muddy mucus. I mean, it's been used.

It would be an act of silence to tell me that you masturbated on this occasion.

"I got hit. It was me or..."

When Makoto Ogasawara stole the masturbation machine, I pretended to think Makoto Ogasawara was practicing voluntarily. And I told Makoto Ogasawara about it.

At that time, Makoto Ogasawara didn't affirm or deny it, he just left it to my opinion.

I thought you were a cheating woman, but you're not. Makoto Ogasawara knew from me that she was masturbating.

Stealing anal sticks was deliberate. But in such a small act, I stepped in and stole the masturbation machine. To deliberately go out on such a bold act and let me know.

She tried to let me know that she was a masturbating woman.

It was the other way around. He didn't try to hide that he was masturbating, he dared act that bold to make me realize.

But I'm stuck. You told me you stole all that heavy stuff from me without permission, and I pretended to think it was voluntary.

I guess you also noticed that Makoto Ogasawara. That I know and I teased you on purpose.

But there is a difference between me and Makoto Ogasawara's interpretation.

That's what I did to teach Makoto Ogasawara well.

And Makoto Ogasawara thought I had taken care and pretended to be a stranger.

But either way, Makoto Ogasawara realizes that I'm teasing him on purpose. That's why I went into such bold action this time.

If that's all, it's still fine. What if it's not? Anal stick placed on the bathroom floor. I can also take this as a message that I know.

You can also accept that the training that is being given to Makoto Ogasawara tells you that massage is not an end in itself.

"How far... how far is it known?"

I really don't know anymore. How far does Makoto Ogasawara fit into my ruse and how far does he realize that fact?

Now I can't say that I have mastered everything about Makoto Ogasawara anymore.

You know my measures, and you still can't deny the possibility that you're embedded in them.

That no longer means that I am teaching Makoto Ogasawara, but Makoto Ogasawara is letting me do it.

"Fuck you, fuck you. I don't know what it is. That's why I can't pull it off right now..."

The anal stick on the bathroom floor just seemed to implant fear in me.

Am I the one manipulating it, or is it Makoto Ogasawara?

Which one of us was caught in the spider's nest?