Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

The morning sun began to fade from the gap in the curtain.

A little over an hour after I woke up, Makoto Ogasawara sleeps with me keeping my back on the wall and that my thigh instead of a pillow.

There is no such thing as a futon in my room. Usually I lay a towel kettle on the floor and go to sleep.

I can sleep in a position where I left my back on the wall, but Makoto Ogasawara won't.

Besides, today is a very important day. For Makoto Ogasawara and for me.

For this reason, he lays a luxury blanket on the floor that he doesn't normally use, and puts Makoto Ogasawara on top of it. And it's like hanging a folded luxury blanket over Makoto Ogasawara's body and pinching it up and down.

I could have rolled it around, but if I caught a cold, I wouldn't have an ex or a kid.

Nevertheless, Makoto Ogasawara, who started sleeping after last night's tutorial, seems to be having a blast of sleep without ever waking up.

I honestly get irritated when I move my mouth from time to time and say "kiji-sha..." or something to sleep on.

I would've pissed you out, and come on. It must be a good night's sleep.

I don't really like to sleep. You always dream when you sleep. My father, who stares at me, and my mother and brother, who don't try to gaze at me.

Leaving the gate of the house I've dived many times, looking back, there's no dropping me off.

I was going to do my best to die. I was hoping to catch up with my brother one day and overtake him. But the deadline has expired.

Efforts are not rewarded. Even though I know it by staining myself, I keep my grades at the top of the school year. There's no point in that anymore.

So when you see this idiot sleeping with Suyasuya instead of pillows on my thighs, you're sexually frustrated.

I can't get my thoughts. I only see him as a toy. Yet he nostalgic with a full smile and a waving tail.

And endure any shame, trust me and don't doubt it.

No, you'll hate me if you find out. You'll want to kill me. The moment you find out you were just being played, the grin that struck you on the stupid side should disappear.

But by then, the hour was already late. You won't be able to live without pleasure. The meat potty would be complete.

Tears in resentment, still greedily turning you into a pleasure-seeking slut, begging you to give me pleasure while resenting me.

When that happens, I'll throw it away. Return it to Sasaki, or even to the toilets of strange men?

"Kiji-sha......"

I lowered my gaze, thinking it was bedtime again, and Makoto Ogasawara, with his eyes open, was looking at me in a blur.

"Why... are you crying?

I couldn't understand that word.

Are you crying? Who did? There's only me and Makoto Ogasawara here. So you're telling me I'm crying? Stupid.

When I touched my hand on my cheek, the raw warm liquid was transmitting my cheek.

When, when was I crying? No, this is some mistake.

"Dream......?

Makoto Ogasawara, who slowly reached out, let that hand touch my cheek. And I laughed as I fell asleep.

"Mr. Castle Island, you cry, too. But I don't know if it's a dream..."

I wiped my tears with the hem of my jacket.

"You need to get some sleep."

"Huh."

Makoto Ogasawara, who replied to my grunt, began to sleep with Suyasuya again as she slightly turned herself and rubbed her face against my thigh.

Were you crying? Me? Why?

I don't know. I don't know, but why is my chest sore and painful? Even though the pain and suffering was unclear and ambiguous, it was harder than stomach pain.

The time is around 9: 00 a.m.

Makoto Ogasawara, who is replacing my thighs with pillows, was sleeping with Suyasuya, looking as comfortable as ever.

How long have you been asleep? Usually even though the sky starts to whiten out of the house full of energy in the early morning.

I thought you were strong in the morning, but you're not?

That's a pretty overcrowded schedule today. Is it time to force it up?

"Come on. - Hmm?

I touched Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder and tried to hang his voice shaking that shoulder. At that moment, Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his thin eyes and looked at me chilly, began to sleep deliberately when he buried his face in my thigh, whether his eyes were in a hurry with mine.

Did he wake up?

"Hey."

"Gu, gu"

Oh, come on. What a snoring scratch!

Damn, I was deceived into raccoon sleep. How long have you been awake? Keeping your thighs instead of pillows is pretty tough.

"If you're awake, come take a shower. I'll put your uniform out for cleaning. So when you're ready, we're going out."

"What!?

Jito, speaking so as he looked at me with his eyes, Gabba and raised Makoto Ogasawara stared at me with sparkling eyes as he blushed his cheeks.

"Are you going out with me? Ah!?

"I have a big voice. And who else is there besides you?"

To Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his voice to shout, I answered with my face up and my ears blocked with both hands.

"I'm going to take a shower!

Makoto Ogasawara, who rose to momentum, rushed out to the bathroom with the momentum as it stood.

"Don't fall in a hurry - oh yeah, okay..."

I tried to speak to him not to fall, but Makoto Ogasawara cocked in grandeur as if he had promised. The skirt came up to me because of it, and the contents were in full view.

I'm not wearing underwear, so I can see the whole thing in a real way.

How can he be so erotic during his tutoring...

Makoto Ogasawara confirmed that he had entered the bathroom, taking the black sailor clothes, which had been properly folded and placed, and the black pleated skirt as well, with an accidental laugh.

If I put this uniform out for cleaning, Makoto Ogasawara will be out of clothes to wear.

If only I could distract you and buy some women's clothes, but I'm gonna lose track of it.

Since there is no underwear in the basket where the laundry is to be put in, Makoto Ogasawara probably has the underwear he wore until yesterday before he took a bath.

And yet I'm not wearing underwear, but my beautiful favorite Makoto Ogasawara likely won't wear the underwear she took off once again.

But unlike yesterday, it's daytime. You'd be tempted to just walk around the city with a no-pan no-bla, but I've already figured out a way around it.

Not absolutely, but there's a good chance Makoto Ogasawara will follow my measures.

I put Makoto Ogasawara's uniform in a paper bag, and when I left the apartment with it, I headed to a nearby cleaner.

We talked about finishing it by noon, but we told the clerk we were coming to pick it up in the evening and went back to the apartment.

"Welcome home!

The moment I opened the door, a resounding energetic voice.

Makoto Ogasawara, wrapped in a bath towel naked, had a full grin on his doorstep.

Whoa, what are you thinking? What would you have done with one bath towel naked if I wasn't the one who opened the door?

Well, you say you haven't thought about it, or you assume I'm the only one who opens the door, you idiot.

"If you got out of the bath, I'll be right there. It won't be long."

"Yes!"

When I said that as I closed the door and went indoors, Makoto Ogasawara, who followed me behind my back, replied fine.

I heard you were going out with me, and you must be getting tense. But it's only right now that I can laugh.

"With that said, what are you gonna do about getting dressed?

When he stopped and asked Makoto Ogasawara as he remembered without looking back, Makoto Ogasawara, with a full smile, tilted his neck with that smile.

"Ha?"

And blues his face rapidly.

"I forgot. I'm sorry, too, but I forgot to change. You're bad, too"

When I said that and walked back to the front, I felt signs of a hurry from behind me. And the footsteps that come with Petapeta and behind me for a small run.

"So, the date was too canceled!? I'm going to buy some clothes now! Then no!?

I could still hear the trembling voice crying out of my back.

Where are the clothes to wear to do that shopping when you go to buy them? Are you going to go outside naked with one bath towel? That's going to be training you to resist exposure, but it's going to be a dozen and eighty-nine noises.

"Clothes are at home, right? You don't have to buy extra clothes in a hurry."

When I stopped again and looked back, I spoke looking at Makoto Ogasawara, blushing and anxious.

"So, but..."

You really want to go out with me, it's unusual for Makoto Ogasawara, and he can't honestly agree with me.

"Will you stop going out today and wait for the uniform you put out for cleaning to finish? They'll finish it by evening."

"Ugh... going out"

Makoto Ogasawara, who leaned down as Shinsen to my words, wouldn't follow me even if I walked out. I stopped moving as I stood up at the entrance to the room.

That's pretty much the same script I assumed. Damn, don't get me confused about whether his thoughts are easy to read or hard to read, easy to handle or hard to handle.

Well, it's pretty much fine, okay?

"Do you really want to go out?

"Oh, no."

Looking back in sigh, he asked Makoto Ogasawara, who was standing up at the entrance to the room, and received a fine reply from Makoto Ogasawara, who was still about to cry.

"I have my clothes, but if that's all right..."

"Kiki, kiki, I'll wear it!

Makoto Ogasawara, either quick to hear my suggestion or instantly resurrected, rushed towards me blushing.

Oh, hey, hey.

"This is... What is it?

When he handed Makoto Ogasawara what he had removed from the closet, Makoto Ogasawara tilted his neck wonderfully when he received it.

"I've been looking for it, but that's all the women have. Oh, no, there's always a leotard you wear in the warehouse, but that's too much exposure to make sense to wear, right?

I handed it to Makoto Ogasawara for another version of the transparent black leotard I always make him wear in the warehouse. It's a clear black full body tight.

It is brand new packaged in vinyl and I have prepared it for use during outdoor exposure.

"Let me tell you something, going out is a combination of training. It's easy to train if you can, but if you don't like it, it doesn't matter."

"Yes, no, I can't believe I don't... that's not true"

Makoto Ogasawara, who doesn't understand one thing right now about what the packaged contents are, answers with a peek into the flickering and closet.

I guess Makoto Ogasawara is looking for my clothes. Don't worry, I'll lend it to you.

"And then, how about this? It's the duffel coat I wore when I was in middle school."

"Ha!? I'm wearing!

The moment I took the gray duffel coat out of the closet, Makoto Ogasawara jumped with his eyes glittered.

When I threw that duffel coat because it was cumbersome, the suddenly stopped Makoto Ogasawara made a sudden change of direction in a move that seemed to go beyond the limits of the organism. And he jumped toward a duffel coat drawing parabolas.

"Chiu-ku! Mr. Castle Island's middle school coat! Mmm, I smell it when I was in middle school!

Makoto Ogasawara, who caught his coat in the air, held his coat tight at the same time as he landed, and sat straight on the floor with a petan to bury his face on the coat. And I smell a lot of fluff.

Isn't it true, Koitz, that motor nerves are pretty good? There's so much weird going on right now.

That's right, no, that's creepy. What is it? Seriously creepy. If you're gonna hide and smell it, I still hope you don't get into that kind of behavior in front of him. Because it's creepy.

Makoto Ogasawara follows me behind me leaving the apartment with a slightly over-the-top bareback gesture that keeps my surroundings alert while dyeing my face to a pearlescent color.

Makoto Ogasawara's current attire is not particularly strange at first glance. The gray duffel coat you're wearing is somewhat large.

I said it was the coat I wore in middle school, but that's a lie. I bought it for Makoto Ogasawara.

I also deliberately chose a somewhat larger size object. That would be more convenient.

Because the coat is longer in length, the knee is visible. And below the length of the coat, you can see feet covered in black stockings.

Yes, I just look like I'm wearing a coat and stockings. But the contents are completely different. Take off your coat and you'll have full body tights. Besides, he's naked and wearing clear, all-body tights.

Furthermore, the nipples and anus parts are cut, just as they were during training in the warehouse. But this time, I cut off the pubic nucleus as well.

This outing is only part of the training, but we also need to breathe once in a while. Therefore, I have told Makoto Ogasawara that I enjoy a lot of entertainment while encouraging training.

If you are wearing a coat, there is nothing unnatural about Makoto Ogasawara other than his own suspicious behavior. So I hope it's grand, but if you take it from the person you know the contents are naked and full body tights, you won't mind.

Makoto Ogasawara is such a suspicious behavior, but when he leans on his face with a sleeve with a slight fingertip, and smells kun, he laughs snarlingly as soon as possible.

What a dumb thing to do without even knowing it was new.

When I said it was the clothes I was wearing, I thought I would wear it in two replies, but when things get so far, I get anxious.

There's a chance of another rampage, like yesterday. Care must be taken without distraction.

He's the one who doesn't know if it's really easy to handle or not.

For today's first destination, the place to teach is the train. Let them climax on the train that people have ruined. Once it is at its peak, move on to the next point as a pass.

So I headed to the station to catch the train.

By the way, Makoto Ogasawara tells me he's going to the movies.

Makoto Ogasawara, who heard of the movie and raised a heart mark in his eyes, walks next to me staring at it as he gets a movie information magazine at a convenience store he drops by on the way. And he's whining about something bumpy.

I totally forgot to mention that the coat is clear and clear all over tights.

"It's hard to throw away the Loyal Dog Pooch story, too, but also the love that starts with appendicitis. Oh, but I don't want to throw away the zombies either. Inspiring or romantic or horror, I wonder if the romantic thing is an iron plate after all... but if it's horror, it's all over Mr. Castle Island. Mmm."

Makoto Ogasawara looks full of heads depending on which movie you watch. I seem to have completely forgotten that I drank a lot of tea before I left the apartment.

It is said that this training is nominally a special training to avoid leaking piss during the training.

The original purpose was to train women in the open air to over-secrete female hormones in order to produce breast milk, but I explained to Makoto Ogasawara that it was the same thing to do, so it was one stone and two birds. I honestly agree with you, Makoto Ogasawara is still a snack, but not enough.

When I arrived at the station, I took the train to the next city where there was a large shopping mall.

The neighboring city is just past four stations. That's less than fifteen minutes in time. The current Makoto Ogasawara, even in the crowd, would be perfect enough in fifteen minutes.

The train was full of people as expected. It's Sunday morning. There are families and couples who are going to play, and everything from young to elderly.

It's also interesting to ride the weekday commute quickly and let the salaried man peak in the gyu stuffing, but just suddenly the peak surrounded by the old man would be a high hurdle.

Wearing the hat I had brought, I moved my gaze only to see if there were any faces I could see around. But apparently I don't know anyone.

That should be it, too. The city where I and Makoto Ogasawara live is bigger than the city next door. In short, you don't have to bother going to the next city, you'll have more or less everything.

Speaking of the advantages of the neighboring city, it's about as large as a shopping mall. It makes sense to think that if you try to be a student who can't afford money, you'd rather play in the near field than waste money and time.

However, you will need to pay some attention to your surroundings, as you may never be familiar with your face.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. You look good in your hat, too. Mmm."

"Yes, yes, thank you."

I scratched the crowd and headed to the corner of the vehicle, pulling Makoto Ogasawara's hand with a heart mark floating in his eyes from earlier. And if you let Makoto Ogasawara stand on the corner, I'll stand on the front of it.

It's not that it's so full that you can't move at all, but it's not that you can afford it. Pretty ideal crowd.

"Hey, I think they're kind of looking at Giro, is my outfit weird? The girls are probably looking at Mr. Castle Island."

Suddenly in a hurry, Makoto Ogasawara grates herself as she hugs herself with both hands. But I'm busy not forgetting to intimidate girls my age.

I'm being seen, probably because I'm with Makoto Ogasawara. And it's true that Makoto Ogasawara is in the sight of the men around him.

If you don't know what's in his head, he's a special pretty girl.

Dark, big eyes with glossy long dark hair that remember the illusion of being sucked in. And white skin like snow.

Besides that, I guess a big swell pushing up the chest is attracting the guys.

"Oh, that girl over there is looking at me with a flicker. I know, I know. Wow, that boy over there, he's intelligent, cool and super cool, he says. That's what my eyes say."

"Calm down first."

He seems more concerned about the gaze from a woman in the near field than about the gaze from both men, which is unusual for Makoto Ogasawara and intimidates him with a shooting eye.

"Ah, that twin-tailed kid over there saw Mr. Castle Island for a moment, and he pooped and turned away! But my cheeks are red!... That's definitely a tundra. You're with Mr. Castle Island."

"Hey, who says it's a tundelle?

Makoto Ogasawara, who slaps me in the stomach when he pounds, laughs naggingly as he turns his gaze to me, even as he threatens me once again.

Koitsu, if you don't talk, she's a beautiful girl with no complaints, but when I open my mouth, I get upset, seriously.

"Oh, that twint kid, he's got big tits even though he's a child face. Kuh, you're after me! I hope you don't seduce Mr. Castle Island because he's a little cute, huh?

"Don't worry, I'm not tempted."

Besides, you've got big boobs on your face, and the words are in your chest.

Or did you still storm out? Keeping it this way drives the pace crazy again.

"Ogasawara"

"Ha-ha!

To protect Makoto Ogasawara standing at the corner, he hid the appearance of Makoto Ogasawara from his surroundings about the wall.

Makoto Ogasawara, in a covered position from me, looks up at me with a bright red face when he stops intimidating the woman around him.

I won't step on the same thing twice. If Makoto Ogasawara is about to run wild, you just have to fix his trajectory before he can't get his hands on it.

In Makoto Ogasawara's brain, today's outing is already becoming a one-sided date. It's also important to remind them that training is only a top priority. You can't just fall for the training.

Embarrassing combines fun with exquisite proportions. That's the crux.

"This is my first training today. Try it yourself until you get to the next city station. And make it bearable without leaking your piss."

"Huh?"

My red face became even more red in my words. Though I'm listening back, I seem to understand my language.

"Does Ogasawara like ice cream?

"To?"

This is the most important and pivotal moment of the day. The first time I get cocky, things keep going crazy.

"They have a famous ice cream shop in the mall. If I can stand it alone, I'll buy you any ice cream you want."

Ice cream is not that important. The important thing is to make it feel like a date. Once you complete one goal, you will receive a reward. That's how you feed your dog.

"Kishima-san, too, well... will you eat with me?

With that said, Makoto Ogasawara begins to rough his breath and unfasten his duffel coat. They're not going to change their behavior by my answers, they're going to follow my orders no matter how I answer them.

I don't really like ice cream, but do you want me to go out with you, sparing Makoto Ogasawara's obedience?

"Oh, I'll eat with you, too."

By the time I answered, all the clasps on the duffel coat had been removed.

What emerged was a black full-body tight that was lifting everything up without extra lines all over the body. That's similar to stockings, thin enough to make your skin clear.

And the apex of that tight fabric, which also makes the breast shape perfectly dew, was cut and exposed with erect bright red nipples.

It is in a breast that seems well shaped and soft, and its nipples, firm and pointy, are reminiscent of a dusty feeling to see and make me want to pick them by accident.

"Oh, uh, well, I, uh, how dare you... so, uh, I'd like to take care of Mr. Castle Island's ice cream."

Makoto Ogasawara, holding his hands up roughly in his breath, picked both of his erect nipples with his fingers and looked at me upwards as he raised a small whisper.

Do you want to change the ice cream? Just imagining it is a pretty stupid couple. But, well, I honestly say we masturbate on the train. I'll take a good look at that.

"Okay."

After hearing that reply from me, Makoto Ogasawara bit his lower lip when he closed his eyes and began masturbating in earnest.

Couture couture and slutty water sounds reach my ears. That sounded so slight that it was scratched off by the crowd in the train and the running noise of the train itself, but it sounded clear to my ears.

Makoto Ogasawara, his right nipple with his left finger and sliding his right finger from the female genitals to the pubic nucleus, is shivering as he kills his voice as he drips potatoes and love fluid on the floor.

Until you arrive at the next city station, there are roughly enough places left.

As far as breath roughness, skin color, and sweating and trembling go, the summit doesn't seem so far away.

Using the anus would be easy to look good, but Makoto Ogasawara doesn't try to rub his anus. Positively impossible, but yesterday's training seems to be working.

When I stimulate the pubic nucleus, I learn to urinate. I guess Makoto Ogasawara dares not use his anus to rub his pubic nucleus because this training is meant to withstand even when he is trained in the open air.

"What do you say, do you think you can stand pissing?

It will be fitting when I learn to urinate in time. A stimulus to the sexy belt is added there, blaming Makoto Ogasawara.

But in front of the masses, Makoto Ogasawara is traumatized by urination in the open air. If that happens, even the will will endure.

Trauma against urination in the open air. That is nothing more than to say that you have found out with your own hands the fact that if you return the back, it will give you an incredible sense of comfort and liberation.

That is to say, even if we can endure it until it is at its peak, we do not know what will happen if it is at its peak.

Outdoor urination exposed to immense shame, with simultaneous taste of shame, excitement, pleasure and liberation. Besides, this time it's not the same as last night's park. It's a full day train. Disgrace and excitement are out of step, which at the same time jumps up pleasure and emancipation.

Regardless of the risk, there is nothing wrong with that because I have already thought of measures.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. - That's it. - I think so."

Makoto Ogasawara, who let go of his left hand, which was clutching his nipple, squeezed my jacket with that hand. And he looked up at me with a glossy look painted with excitement and shame.

The pubic nucleus never reached its peak yesterday. That is what is trying to reach its peak by masturbating on the train.

Familiarity with scratching the pubic nucleus may also be a factor, but there is no doubt that a great deal of shame is exciting Makoto Ogasawara. Besides, it would be my first experience masturbating while looking at me. There's a freak right in front of you, you must be masturbating luxuriously.

"Hey, Mr. Castle Island. - Get away from me. - I knew I'd put up with it. - Ah."

Makoto Ogasawara's body bounced bikun and shuddered brutally trying to force me away. Then I heard a watertight noise called shuuuuuu. The splash went up as it fell to the floor and made a loud noise with the mess.

Makoto Ogasawara, staring into the void and shuddering with covetousness from the edge of his lips, overflows the tears accumulated in his eyes, as those tears transmit their cheeks.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. Get away from me immediately. Because I'll take responsibility. Me and Mr. Castle Island are others. Whatever you ask me, answer that."

When I saw the look on Makoto Ogasawara's face, I could see that he had given up a lot. Still, to protect me, they tell me to pretend to be someone else.

Quite a spirited mind. Makoto Ogasawara, who pushed all the blame on me and gave himself up to pleasure, has made a lot of progress.

But sweet sweet. There's no way I'm going to act like this without a second thought.

Tutoring on the train was a top priority to make Makoto Ogasawara crazy, urinating was second to none. But I was hoping you'd let me out.

In other words, today's first tutoring can be described as a great success.

"Hey, what's this noise?"

"Hmm? There's water on the floor. - Oh, hey!

Makoto Ogasawara's urination caused his surroundings to twitch out.

Makoto Ogasawara's coat, which kept urinating in a state of sudden self-loss, was refreshed and I looked around.

Okay, well, what about a generation of big plays?

"What are you laughing at? You! I guess I just couldn't stand the piss and leaked it! Temé can't piss? Ah? It just so happened to be a bad time, even Temehe wouldn't know when to leak his piss!

A man like the most pathetic high school student I've ever had in my life. You even heard about someone leaking a piss, the one who was laughing as he looked for the leaked killer. Just fine, so I decided to hang up Soytz.

When I scratch the wave and go to the man, I grab my chest up.

"I'm not a kid. You shouldn't have leaked your piss."

That's what I said, poked the man away, took off the jacket he was wearing and went back to Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara said that although the momentum for urination had waned, the piss still overflowing had conveyed both legs. And directly below, a large reservoir of water was formed.

Though a special beautiful girl, the lapse of leaking piss on the train. Those around them were conditionally reflexed away from Makoto Ogasawara, and the hedgerows formed fan-shaped.

Arriving in front of that Makoto Ogasawara, I began to wipe the water reservoir using my undressed jacket when I crouched on the spot.

"Never mind. I couldn't stand it, so I had no choice. Whoever laughs, I don't laugh. Tomorrow you're gonna call yourself home, right? So if I leak a piss, don't laugh, okay?

I purposefully raise my voice and speak to Makoto Ogasawara, wiping the water reservoir.

When it's my calculation, it should be time to show up. It may not show up depending on the personality of the passengers on board, but today is sometimes referred to as Sunday, and there are many families on the train. Then he's likely to show up.

That means you're an advocate.

"Laughing and all that sucks. He's right. There's nothing to worry about."

That's what crouched next to me was the mother with the little girl.

The mother began to wipe the water reservoir with me as she removed the tissue and handkerchief from the bag that hung diagonally from her shoulders.

"You're young, but you're amazing. I want my husband to fry me some nail dirt and give me a drink."

That's what I said and laughed at my mother. The little girl next door manages her mother and wipes the water hoard hard with a tissue.

"Anyone who wants to laugh, just make him laugh."

When I raised my face to the voice I heard from a different direction from my mother, a high school girl with brown hair who felt so bad lined up next to Makoto Ogasawara, intimidating her surroundings.

"Don't cry, don't even look. Temehe has the most crazy brains. You're rare, man. That's all you can bark at."

That said, the brown-haired high school girl gently hugged Makoto Ogasawara as she turned her hand around her shoulder.

"Shit, pity. He's a jerk. If you think it's an advantage, point it at it and laugh at it. And if you get a little disadvantaged, you don't know. You don't know? If you're complaining, cut me in the front!

It was within the assumption that the collaborators would show up, but the big speech of the bad girl was unexpected.

The big speech of that bad girl has brought the biggest allies into the fight. Presence that is probably no match for anyone. It's a bunch of aunts.

"Oh, hey, you're a good kid even though you're bad. Candy lick?"

He said, "You have a penis, too, right? Delicious, isn't it? Don't hesitate to eat."

"Oh, there was a rag in my bag. I'll bring you anything."

"No, no more. When my grandfather was young, it was masculine. I don't see any shadows now."

The aunts who scratched the pedestrian walls like heavy tanks and somehow surrounded us. The flow is no longer entirely here. If this happens, you can leave me alone, but you'll end it on your own.

The people who were making noise about Makoto Ogasawara urinating were silent, and advocates began to appear among those who were neutral.

The conductor who heard the noise came to us, but he was convinced even though he did not understand the explanation for the wave-like aggressive explanation of the aunts.

I knew your aunt was the strongest.

By the time she arrived at the next city station, the water reservoir had been cleaned up beautifully and neatly, and Makoto Ogasawara and the brown-haired poor girl had been forced to attend the aunts' wellside meeting.

Makoto Ogasawara still doesn't seem to be able to beat the momentum of the aunts, either, just as bad a girl. With a bitter laugh, he politely refused the candy and shears offered because "it is forbidden to eat or drink on the train".

He seems to have a disciplined personality that weighs on ethics for his defects.

Arriving at the station and thanking the aunts and bad girls, Makoto Ogasawara pulled his hand off the train.

Makoto Ogasawara, silent all the time, is walking with his hands drawn to me as he leans down.

Though I got through it safely, I guess I was pretty shocked. But it is huge to say that I survived the predicament of urinating from masturbation without a trace. Makoto Ogasawara has now succeeded in creating considerable resistance to some outdoor exposure and outdoor urination. Even if you're in shock now, you should always reach a certain thought over time.

With Mr. Castle Island by his side, he said he would definitely do something about it.

And the immense liberation and comfort of urinating in public should turn into sweeter memories over time. You should get used to it and start wanting to go ahead and do it yourself.

Well, the goal has been achieved, and when you arrive at the mall, I'll treat you to ice cream as promised.

When I thought of that, the hand of the pulling Makoto Ogasawara suddenly stopped and Gakun and his body were pulled.

Looking back, Masaru Ogasawara, lying on his knees, is shaking with a blurb as he sits on the spot.

I guess you're not really shocked, you're going home or anything. Because of that possibility, I also have measures to stop it for once, but I would like you to come with me honestly because it's a hassle.

"Oh, that guy, that brown-haired girl..."

"Ah?"

A trembling whisper, clearly containing anger, reached my ear.

Brown hair woman? You mean that bad girl from earlier?

"What's the name of Soitz, or is he a crazy guy, or are you guys dating? Or something like that, digging for roots, digging for leaves, asking me, looking at Mr. Castle Island made me feel slight... Mr. Castle Island doesn't like defects, so ah!

"... ooh, ooh"

Makoto Ogasawara, who began to squirm with bumps, roared as he raised his face with momentum. And he stares at me like I'm shooting at the void.

I thought you were in shock for urinating, but apparently you weren't.

You're strong.