Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

Makoto Ogasawara, who caught my hand, was always apologizing with a trembling whisper until he returned to the apartment.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, like in memory of the Buddha, over and over.

And that went on even after we arrived at the apartment.

Were you shocked that you urinated in front of me? Or were you shocked that you urinated in the open? Is it both?

Either way, I'm pretty sure I got traumatized against outdoor urination.

Excellent. Things are happening exactly as I imagined. My stomach ache, which was tormenting me so much as soon as I turned to attack, disappeared and my thoughts are spinning really lightly.

It is difficult to get people to urinate freely. So to the extent that I wanted you to, Makoto Ogasawara brilliantly absorbed my will.

I'm retarded, but I can say I'm a pretty good toy.

In addition to my first outdoor exposure, I had to urinate outdoors for two reasons.

One is to traumatize urination in the open air.

And the other is to make it a place other than the open air, that is, a place that makes my room and school warehouse more peaceful.

I even urinated in addition to exposure in the open air. The fear and shame will be out of line. The emotions are then freed by arriving at a calming place.

You may think that the above two could have been accomplished almost perfectly.

Makoto Ogasawara lost his hips when he entered my room. That's all driven by fear and shame, and you must have been relieved to arrive in my room.

Yeah, with that said, there was another reason I let you urinate outdoors.

"Ogasawara, the uniform you're wearing right now, but I'll put it out for cleaning tomorrow morning."

Kneeling on the spot, I whispered in a whisper to Makoto Ogasawara, who was sitting with Petan at the front door.

"Ku, cleaning......?

Makoto Ogasawara stared at me with shaky eyes as she held herself with both hands to see if the tremor could not heal.

"Oh, whatever, that uniform's got your piss on it."

Makoto Ogasawara's body trembles in my words.

"Oh, don't worry about spraying your piss and drooling it out. That's not the problem. You can't keep wearing a uniform with piss on it, can you? Fortunately, tomorrow is a holiday. If you put it in the cleaning tomorrow morning, the attached piss will be cleaned out and your uniform will be back by tomorrow."

I purposefully call the word piss to hunt down Makoto Ogasawara.

Every time he heard the keyword piss, Makoto Ogasawara, who makes his body jump with his bicun, once again apologized as he chewed his lower lip with tears in his eyes.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"Never mind. Everybody drools about pissing."

Smiling as gently as possible, he put his hand on Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder and said so.

"Ugh... Ugh... I'm sorry, Kiji-sha"

Makoto Ogasawara, who began to pour and weep over the limits of his patience, apologized to me with words that did not turn the Lu Rhythm, depositing himself with me to fall in. Gently hugging such a Makoto Ogasawara and gently holding his back.

If you try Makoto Ogasawara, you will have stayed out of the house without stomping or kicking.

To make a decision with me, I was glad I even had contraceptives ready and came to my senses, but they spotted me dawning in masturbation, saw the moment I leaked my piss in the open, and then they ran away pitifully.

Regardless of masturbation, if you think calmly, I'm responsible for outdoor urination. But I didn't urge Makoto Ogasawara to urinate. Only Makoto Ogasawara sprayed his piss on his own.

Leaking or not leaking the piss. This was a clear bet. But there was also a very good chance of leaking it.

Makoto Ogasawara, who would have been quite nervous when he pushed him into my house, was drinking tea. And were you paying attention, or were you willing to go into the toilet of the favorite person's house, Makoto Ogasawara hasn't been to the toilet since he came to my room.

I may have put the piss out in the bathroom, but that doesn't matter. Based on the amount of tea you drank, you won't be able to serve it with a single urination.

And dinner. The family we both went to, but Makoto Ogasawara barely got his hands on the meal. I was drinking a few glasses of water instead. No matter, I haven't even been to the toilet once in my family.

And my first outdoor tutoring. It must have been driven by dying tension and shame. And the feeling of comfort and liberation when it was at its peak should also have been unusual.

By taking those steps, Makoto Ogasawara urinated on his first outdoor exposure.

"Ki, Kiji-sha..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who kept himself with me, held me tight with his hands around my back.

"Hmm?"

As I gently rubbed my back, I turned my hands around Makoto Ogasawara's back and hugged him back tight.

"Oh, do you hate girls who leak pee?

I couldn't really answer that shivering whisper because it suppressed the laughter that engulfed me.

You think you don't like women who leak piss? If you're going to socialize, such a woman is a wish, but a lot for fun.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island? Oh, did you... despise that?

I was just laughing, but I was silent. In the meantime, it seemed to exquisitely stir up Makoto Ogasawara's anxiety, and the trembling voice shivered even more, and I felt it propagate all over my body.

If you stir up too much, you can say, "Go home again." I wanted you to disperse early when Makoto Ogasawara pressed me, but not now.

As a result of this overnight stay, Makoto Ogasawara will proceed to a few steps above. You know that and you can't just leave.

"You're stupid, you're determined not to despise me, aren't you? What, you want me to leak my piss in here too? And I don't care enough to slap such a light mouth"

Hold Makoto Ogasawara even harder, who was holding him tight. Then I heard a small reply saying yes, mixed in with a sobbing voice. And the power fell all the way out of Makoto Ogasawara's body, which was frightened.

Apparently relieved, but sweet. Drop when raised. This is the basics.

"But from now on, there will be more training in the open. Otherwise it is difficult to give breast milk. But it's hard to leak a piss every time."

Makoto Ogasawara, who was therefore relieved, shook Vikri and his body by my words, once again stifling his whole body.

"But don't worry. What, it's easy. I'm just talking about training you not to leak your piss."

Makoto Ogasawara did not respond to my words. But I didn't refuse either. In other words, I accept.

We hugged each other at the front door for a while before anticipating that Makoto Ogasawara had settled down before going into action.

Makoto Ogasawara also moves when I move. That was like a Cargamo chick.

You picked the back side of my jacket with your fingers. Makoto Ogasawara just follows me silently.

Moving from the front door to the indoor, I took out a pet bottle containing mineral water and handed it to Makoto Ogasawara as I headed to the fridge.

"Get as much moisture as you can. It'll be better practice."

"Yes..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who opened the lid of the 500-litre pet bottle handed to him, tried to drink it all at once in a desperate shape. But I drank it in several portions just because I couldn't do it.

Hand over a new bottle of pet and let it drink up too. Then he moved to the table and sat Makoto Ogasawara on the floor, recommending tea.

Makoto Ogasawara keeps drinking tea silently. Even if combined with water, I would have consumed a considerable amount of liquid.

It was also possible to vomit if I drank too much, so once I gave him a break, he slowly gave him a cup of tea from it.

An hour later, sweat began to erupt on Makoto Ogasawara's forehead. And in a front-seat position, he began to shake his knees and buttocks firmly.

I guess I started remembering my urine intentions. Naturally. Just a litre of water. If you combine tea, you will have drank nearly two liters.

"Ogasawara, I know you don't have to tell me, but I'll explain it to you for once"

As I sat face to face with Makoto Ogasawara, I spoke to Makoto Ogasawara.

"Yes......"

Makoto Ogasawara nods honestly as he sprays sweat on his forehead and shakes his body with his thighs.

"Even if you train to the point where you have no or some urine in mind, you won't expect that much effect. So let your urine endure your training with endurance to its limits."

Makoto Ogasawara is listening to my words in a serious way, shaking his body.

"And it's urine, but there's information that it's easy to remember if you stimulate the pubic nucleus. But this time, Ogasawara urinated by irritating her nipples and anus. In view of that, maybe Ogasawara is in a good shape to leak piss due to his comfort. So if you can, I want you to simultaneously stimulate three points: nipples, anus, and pubic nucleus, and have them tolerate your urinary intentions."

Makoto Ogasawara's expression frightened me for a moment in my words, but I nodded cocoon without saying anything.

Oh, that's stupid. With this kind of training, what the hell do you say will happen? But, well, he's in agreement, so I'm just gonna let him do what I want.

Thirty more minutes have passed and the shaking of Makoto Ogasawara's body has increased in intensity.

The sweat that has surfaced on his forehead has increased its quantity, eating and tying his teeth and desperately fighting his urine.

If they stimulate their sexy bands in this condition, they will urinate without holding it for a minute.

It's about time. It doesn't make sense if they leak piss before the tutorial.

When I got up, I made my way to the closet to get ready for a tutorial.

"Ogasawara, you shouldn't think the training will work from the start, etc. Don't be afraid of failure. You just have to get used to it gradually."

Opening the closet, he speaks to Makoto Ogasawara behind him without looking back.

"Failure is important for reflection, but it also feeds. It's your strengths to be able to reflect on, but negative thinking is your weakness. Don't worry, I won't get mad if I fail."

My voice sounds indoors like I'm talking to myself. No response. But I have no objection.

"So I'm going to take a record of how much time I can endure and how much that endurance stretches to feed my failures"

Removed from the closet are the video cameras and tripods used in science room tutorials. This will capture the state of the tutorial.

A tripod was placed in the corner of the room and a video camera was set on top of it. Makoto Ogasawara said, he was rattling and shivering with his front seat, whether he no longer heard my words, or, although he heard them, couldn't afford to agree.

That's the limit. Then can we just get ready?

I finished my set of video cameras and removed a bag filled with sex gear from my closet. Place it in the center of the room and head to the bathroom. And when I took the bucket I kept next to the stripper, I went back to my room.

Pull the table against the wall and place the bucket in the center of the room. Now we're ready. All you have to do is get into tuning.

I would have dressed her as a tutor, but this time she would have stayed in uniform. Thinking about tomorrow, I want to put the uniform out for cleaning. That's why I dare to keep my uniform in tune.

"Ogasawara, can you stand?

Makoto Ogasawara, sitting on the floor, approached Makoto Ogasawara, with his hand on his shoulder and a voice, grabbed my hand with both hands. Makoto Ogasawara looked at me in his upper eye as he raised his face.

There is no longer room for a piece of that expression. He complains silently that it's going to leak just because it moved. But I won't help. And Makoto Ogasawara is also trying to get up on his own with his strength in both hands grabbing my arms.

Blurb and trembling body. Spraying sweat. Hissed eyebrow root. Eating tied teeth.

Hips that gradually began to rise and a look that became more and more rugged as if proportional to it.

Still, he doesn't sound weak, maybe he just can't afford to say the words, but over a few minutes Makoto Ogasawara stood at the spot.

However, it seems impossible to stand upright and is slightly frozen.

"All right, well done, you're great, Ogasawara"

He put his hand on the head of Makoto Ogasawara, who kept blurbing and trembling as he bent forward, and spoke with a gentle stroke. Then Makoto Ogasawara smiled slightly in the face he couldn't afford.

When you get compliments from me, you're happy from the bottom of your heart, Koz.

"Ogasawara, keep your hands on your knees because you can bend over. And stick your ass out as much as you can."

Makoto Ogasawara, who does not reply to my words, took his hands off my arm he was grasping and put them on his knees with a blurb and tremble. And I stuck my ass out quickly.

I can't stand up straight, but if I bow forward, I can still seem to move somewhat. So you're saying it's still bearable?

I picked up a bag full of sex gear off the floor, and as I circled behind Makoto Ogasawara, I stood in the front of my butt sticking out. And roll up your skirt.

Exposed white, well-shaped ass. I'm driven by the urge to unwittingly snap.

Kneeling on the spot and observing how the anus and the female genitals were, the anus had closed cuddly. I would have no choice but to put up with my urine intentions.

And female genitals, but this one was overflowing with lots of love fluid. Enough to pass on your inner thighs.

But this won't be overflowing with patience for urine. Perhaps we should assume that we were overflowing when we were hugging each other on the doorstep and were excited to remember that.

Do you want to get butted in from me so badly? Don't worry, I'll use it scattered one of these days.

But you can't screw an anal stick when your anus is so tightly closed. It is more obvious than seeing fire that pain prevails over pleasure in this.

If so, does it stimulate the nipples and pubic nuclei for now? The pubic nucleus is also in the process of full development.

The specific method of discipline was also decided, and when I took the bag I had left next door, I removed the milking machine broom from the inside. And when I got up, I moved to the front of Makoto Ogasawara.

"Ogasawara, I need you to hold the hem so that your uniform jacket doesn't fall off."

That being said, I raised the zipper next to the black sailor clothes, and raised my jacket around.

White skin and plenty of breasts like exposed snow. And bright red nipples already erect.

This nipple has also been well developed. The condition of the erection is not the same as before. Will the nipples not be the only thing I can peak at in time? It's pretty funny when you do that.

As he pulled the hem of the uniform up against the mouth of Makoto Ogasawara, Makoto Ogasawara, who was eating and tying his teeth, opened his moist lips in its light peach color and clasped his hem. Um, honest and good.

From there, I quickly set up a milking machine and refilled the lotion.

The pubic nucleus is… I would like to stimulate it with a rotor, but is it too high a hurdle to use the instrument from the start? Fingertips would still be the most appropriate way to apply or subtract fine force to it. Then I have to rub the lotion in my fingertips.

Before we do that, we need to turn on the video camera and start recording.

Once away from Makoto Ogasawara and headed to the video camera installed in the corner of the room, he turned it on and fine-tuned it. And start recording.

Makoto Ogasawara cannot currently afford to push over, but what will he look like once he calms down and understands that the moment of urination is being filmed on a video camera?

Being bent forward and kneeling in front of Makoto Ogasawara with his hands on his knees, I draped the lotion in the palm of my right hand and carefully applied it to my fingertips.

Breasts wrapped in a clear milking machine in front of you. On top of that is the face of Makoto Ogasawara with the hem of his uniform jacket.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was closing his eyes tightly and chewing the hem of his uniform critically, was ejecting so much sweat that it dripped off.

And like a broken brisket toy, my knee keeps rattling and trembling. It's just funny to watch without doing anything like this.

But this stupid kid is surprisingly patient. Leaving it like this could drain you for quite some time.

In order to proceed with crispness and discipline, you should just urinate.

I rolled up the skirt on the front and sandwiched that hem into my hips. As a result, only the front of the skirt was raised.

Because of her hips, the female genitals themselves do not appear to be clear, but her white, tender thighs and thin pubic hair are exposed.

It's a flesh that really inflicts inferiority wherever you expose it. My thighs and others who conceived the contradiction that there was no waste, and then I was mucky, I would unwittingly want to bump into them.

Here we go, Ogasawara.

That's what I said. I turned on the motor of the milking machine.

"Huh!?

A low vibrating sound called bububububububu sounded, and at the same time the eyes of Makoto Ogasawara, which was tightly closed, were opened.

When I look at the milking machine, I make a noise with water and air. That's the sound of trying to suck in the nipple along with the circulating lotion, but because of the density of vibrating fine hairs around that nipple, the nipple will not suck in completely.

Knees that tremble and tremble so badly. Bottling and dripping sweat on the floor. Makoto Ogasawara bites the critical and uniform hem and gasps in agony.

"Nfuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I'm ready to apply lotion to my right hand, but this doesn't have to stimulate the pubic nucleus. Plus there's just too little room, not something I know when to start urinating.

See how it goes for a while.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

I've still got a few dozen seconds to run the milking machine. Was it still the limit of patience, or Makoto Ogasawara, who had repeatedly breathed rough into the small chops, spurted the liquid out of the exposed groin with a loud groan.

"Ogasawara, if you want to get it out, get it out in this bucket"

That said, he moved the bucket between Makoto Ogasawara's crotches, but Makoto Ogasawara shook his head (wearing it) violently and refused.

I honestly accepted the tutorial, but I don't like urinating. Nevertheless, it is not always tolerable. Then pull out the heirloom's treasure knife here?

"Okay. If you don't like it, you have no choice. And don't worry. Whether my room gets your piss painted or I clean it, I don't care if you squirt the piss."

I don't mind. Before I could say that, Makoto Ogasawara crouched on the spot.

The desire not to urinate in front of me was at best matched by the desire not to dirty my room with my own piss, and the dispute seemed settled in an instant.

I mean, even if you can see me dripping piss, you won't want to get my room dirty.

It was as if it were a sight to cross.

Makoto Ogasawara continues to shake his head violently as he holds the hem of his uniform against his mouth, straddling a blue bucket and grabbing that bucket with both hands.

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

There was a huge groan at the time, and...

Momentum The sound of water erupting echoes in the bucket, and the sound leaks around.

The water noise slammed against the sides of the plastic bucket made a mess and accumulated at the bottom.

"Nfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Cheeks stained with pearls and a soothing look in seconds. The expression silently conveyed liberation and tranquillity, as if to say that it would also ascend to heaven.

Plus, the milking machine is still running. I guess it feels incredibly good.

The urine accumulated to the limit was quite a large amount.

Gradually weakening water sounds and freaking hips.

"Ogasawara, when you're done, throw the contents of the bucket in the toilet. And when I get back, I'll continue my training."

To my words, the swinging expression Makoto Ogasawara nodded honestly with his uniform hem on.

The urination is over, and Makoto Ogasawara, who received the tissue I offered, wipes the urine dripping down into the female genitals in front of me as she blushes to burn. When I put that tissue in the bucket, I stood up relaxed with both hands holding that bucket and headed to the toilet.

What impression did Makoto Ogasawara make of urinating in public, knowing that urination, once traumatized, would give him the best pleasure?

It was only a few minutes later that Makoto Ogasawara returned from the bathroom.

After I dumped the urine in the bucket in the toilet, I think I've been washing that bucket in the bathroom, but it's taking too long nonetheless.

I guess he even masturbated with his finger in his large anus. Makoto Ogasawara was roughing his breath and tiding his whole body, even though he had now just thrown away the contents of a bucket.

I don't dare to talk about it, and I'll get right to the tutorial.

Makoto Ogasawara, who could afford to urinate once, was allowed to stand upright and his feet shoulder-width apart.

Makoto Ogasawara, with the hem of his uniform jacket resting on his mouth, continues to be stimulated with nipples and breasts by a milking machine.

The skirt also has its hem pinched to its waist with its front raised just like it did earlier.

I ordered Makoto Ogasawara to skin his pubic nucleus like that.

Makoto Ogasawara showed a somewhat hesitant bare gesture, but when he reached his hands into his groin, he pressed and pulled up the top of his female genitals with his fingers, whether his shame was faded because he urinated in front of me and perhaps because he had been masturbating, or whether his thoughts were not working properly.

Small swelling at the top of the female genitals. It is pulled up by the fingers that accompany it on both sides, slightly curling the skin.

It was the bright red meat sprouts that tethered as a tuluri that gave him a slight peek in the face by it.

I'm not sure if that's a normal condition or an erect condition.

Kneeling to the front of Makoto Ogasawara's groin, I looked up at Makoto Ogasawara's expression after staring at such a pubic nucleus as if it were serious.

Makoto Ogasawara, with the hem of his uniform in his mouth, had a burning red face and was turning away from me. I also have tears in my eyes.

I know you're embarrassed to death, but shame still seems thinner than usual than you expose yourself this way.

You'd better start tutoring before you get your cool back.

"Ogasawara, then the pubic nucleus is not fully exposed. Turn your skin tighter."

To my words, Makoto Ogasawara, who had both hands on both sides of the female genitals, pulled up his skin glitchy as he moved his index fingers of both hands to attach them to both sides of the pubic nucleus.

This completely exposed the pudding sphere.

The pubic nucleus, that's the equivalent of a male organ for a woman, according to my own research, and it looks small, but only part of it is exposed. The nerves themselves are broadly stretched to become entangled in the female genitals and are said to be organs that provide immense comfort.

The big difference from the male organ is that the male organ has two functions: reproduction and urination, whereas the pubic nucleus is an organ only for feeling comfortable. I mean, there's no use for it except as an organ to feel comfortable with.

That is why it is an organ that has a special comfort nerve among the sexy bands of women, specialized and developed only to give them pleasure.

There seems to be a personal difference, but some people learn to urinate because of their great pleasure when they get stung in the pubic nucleus. In other words, if you develop this pubic nucleus, you may be able to let Makoto Ogasawara urinate freely.

This is why I planted trauma on Makoto Ogasawara against urination in the open air.

No matter how much the spirit rejects it, it is forced to urinate by rubbing the pubic nucleus. That would be a hell of an unimaginable shame.

Two vibrating sounds that sound indoors. One is the sound of a motor running a milking machine. And the other is the vibrating sound of an anal stick inserted into the anus.

"Ah-ha."

Makoto Ogasawara, who is spraying sweat from all over her body and reddishing her white skin, is drooling with freckles and cramps.

The thought circuit already seemed short, and the swinging eyes stared into the void.

In a bucket placed between legs that are shoulder-width apart, the urine that has already been released has rippled many times.

With a finger rubbed in by the lotion, he stroked the pubic nucleus slowly and carefully, each time Makoto Ogasawara's body cramped like funny.

"Heh, heh, heh."

Makoto Ogasawara can't speak properly because he has the hem of his uniform, but he doesn't have to ask me what he's complaining about.

It pisses, that's what I'm saying.

"All right, let it out"

I give permission to Makoto Ogasawara, who shouted in his mouth. Makoto Ogasawara, then crouched on the spot, urinated in the bucket.

I'm supposed to be trained to put up with urination, but as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, he was beginning to get the hang of letting Makoto Ogasawara urinate.

And the pubic nucleus, which I didn't know if it was erect, but some time after I started caressing it, gradually enlarged its size and gained strength.

The pubic nucleus, which is too comfortable, still seems painful when touched strongly. So caress carefully and carefully.

Once you get the hang of it, it's this one. When he finely adjusts the force of his fingertips stroking the pubic nucleus and puts his strength and weakness on while watching Makoto Ogasawara, Makoto Ogasawara, who shudders brutally, complains to me that he is about to piss.

Most importantly, I would have consumed too much moisture before the tutorial. It is equally necessary to have excessive water intake during outdoor tutoring.

And the pleasure seems great, but from what I've seen, Makoto Ogasawara hasn't reached a single peak.

Perhaps the pleasure is too great and the spirit has unconsciously rejected it. But if you get used to it, you won't have a problem.

If you look at the amount of love fluid from the female genitals to the anomaly that is overflowing, he says it's only a matter of time before it reaches its peak.

After an hour-long ordination, Makoto Ogasawara could not be extinguished by the caress of the pubic nucleus, but he was round to see that he was captivated by the magnitude of his pleasure.

I drool pitifully, crotch and stick my hips out, exposing myself to the pubic nucleus with both my own hands, spasmoding my hips all the more whispering.

In the end, Makoto Ogasawara, who repeatedly urinated in the bucket, collapsed due to fatigue and fell asleep with me.

I was impressed with how so-sleepable it was with a milking machine attached to my breast and an anal stick inserted into my anus, but I guess I was so tired.

I can only praise you for your good work this time.

But today's tutorial is still at the beginning. Tomorrow we finally go into exposure tutoring in front of the public. That's exactly what we can call a collection of the tunes that have been going on. And for Makoto Ogasawara, this will be my first memorable date.

Let's make it a lovely date you'll never forget.