Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

When you arrive at the mall, a wave of people as far as you can see. So much so that I wonder where so many people are coming from.

This city is relatively more rural than the one where I and Makoto Ogasawara live. Still, it's a growing city in the province.

The city we live in is the prefectural seat and the most developed in the prefecture. And this city has the role of a bedtown.

As far as I hate the hustle and bustle, it's easier to live in this city, but I didn't have the authority to choose an apartment, so I'm spoiling the current situation.

It's impossible to change your address because then you need parental consent.

That's right, me too, there's nothing I can do about all this.

A big difference from the city we live in is that the city and the countryside are adjacent.

The centre is home to a quiet residential neighborhood worthy of the name of Bedtown, an idyllic countryside if you take a step from it. Plus good transportation and arguably the best city to live in.

And in the countryside, but now they have fewer people to farm and the wasteland stands out. That's why we were able to build these giant shopping malls.

With the creation of this mall, the popularity as a bedtown has soared. You think a new plot of land is currently being zoned on a steep pitch?

This shopping mall has long been a place of instruction. As a result, I've come to look down a few times, but the holidays are mostly overflowing with people.

Most of the customers seem to have more customers in their category wandering around the mall and trying to have fun than shopping is an end in itself. In short, it's like a kind of leisure facility.

The mall, where various shops meet, is large enough to be seen and walked all day. If I hadn't even shopped, I wouldn't have had this much less expensive entertainment. As for the store side, I would definitely like you to drop the money.

Tutoring in such a place naturally entails the risk of being seen by people. If you're going to do outdoor tutoring, it's easy to choose a place that doesn't go unnoticed.

But just because you can't see it doesn't mean you'll never find it. Instead, if people weren't around, our signs would be highlighted. And if a person comes through by chance, the likelihood of being found is also well thought out.

On the other hand, if a place is ruined by a person, the surrounding attention is dispersed, and unless caused by noise, certain individuals rarely receive attention.

In short, as long as I pay close attention, I can say it's rather hard to find. Moreover, there are many places in the structure of the building that are blind spots after being able to inflict a great deal of shame and humiliation on Makoto Ogasawara for a large number of people. It's an ideal place to teach.

The predecessor's adage that if you're hiding a tree, it's in the woods, it really shoots a target.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. Oh, um..."

Walk through a shopping mall that was ruined by someone like that, with Makoto Ogasawara's hand. And Makoto Ogasawara, who is drawn from me and honestly follows me, has been asking the same question repeatedly since earlier.

"Ki, do you like minded girls? Shit, do you like brown hair? Huh, do you like girls who seem defective and mean, but whose roots are innocent and gentle?... I thought I'd dye my hair too"

Makoto Ogasawara staring at me with glossy dark hair with his opposite hand as he drew his hand from me, dyeing his cheeks.

Ugh. And wussy. How many times do I have to ask the same question? If you want to dye your hair, do it yourself. You can do whatever you want to do to make it brown or blonde.

"I've told you many times. I'm not that interested in heterosexuality right now. I'm not more interested in same-sex though. I just..."

"You want to be a leading masseuse, right!

Makoto Ogasawara blocking my words and raising his voice with a radiant smile. I think I've already forgotten that I leaked my piss on the train.

No, you just haven't forgotten, but it looks like you can't help but be concerned about the bad girl you defended on the train.

"... don't ask me if I know"

"Eh heh."

"... don't laugh and delude me"

Damn, what the hell is going on with his thought circuit? I get anxious that my head might really be empty.

But well, just don't tell me you're going home. Better.

Still, why do you need to burn your sense of confrontation to that point against a bad girl who hasn't even exchanged words with me?

I was paying attention to a bad girl, or showed a bare gesture of favor towards a bad girl. If I had shown such an attitude, I could snort jealousy. But I have no intention of taking such an attitude.

It's convenient for me to be jealous, but considering Makoto Ogasawara's personality, I find it uncomfortable that the boiling point is a little too low.

Besides, my assumption is that if you don't make it to the top of the train, you will deliberately go down to the station and continue your training. I was going to continue until it was at its peak. However, the current Makoto Ogasawara would not be so difficult if it were only to culminate. I would say that reading hit me brilliantly.

If the peak did not leak the piss, quickly move to the mall. And move on to the next tutorial. I thought this was the most likely development.

And if you leaked your piss while it was at its peak, you were supposed to say Makoto Ogasawara, who said he was going home to too much shock, and persuade him to continue his tutoring. The plan was elaborated and prepared for practice.

Yet he leaked to the piss after it peaked on the train, and then smoothly moved to the next place of instruction, which was unexpected.

It's an ideal development in a way, but that's why I was treading that there can't be such a convenient development.

No, I've never been over it well, but beyond degrees, I want to suspect it. Maybe after reading all my measures, he's also driven by the strange anxiety of daring to fit in with them.

That's not true. Absolutely not. He's not such a ruse. It's just stupid. If you read too much, you will dig a grave. The effort of telling myself so and not thinking about anything extra also sharpens my mental and physical strengths.

I'm honestly sick and tired of the odd sense of confrontation and jealousy about bad girls there.

And when you can go into too unexpected behavior, you have to discard the measures you've been working on, and in a short amount of time, you have to twist out new measures, and then you have to make your thoughts fully operational, so it's pretty rough.

Make the beautiful girl fall to the bottom of Nara as a captor of pleasure, whichever way she pleases. Why are you so tired of watching it and laughing with joy?

The first one we headed for was an ice cream shop in the mall. If you make an appointment, keep it and give it candy. The dogs fed by it know that if they listen, they will get candy, and they will obey.

Is it really something I can give him candy for? It will be submissive, but I'm worried about getting into extra action again.

"Wow, there's a whole line of them"

When we arrived at the ice cream shop, there was already a long line of snakes.

Seeing that queue, Makoto Ogasawara has a full smile with his eyes shining instead of getting fed up.

I know they'll wait, and what makes you so happy? Besides, the price you get over time is kind of ice cream, so you suffer from understanding.

I don't even understand the crap in line for it. In the chilly season of early November, I would like to eat ice cream.

I can still understand children, but I never say that there are most families with them. A group of girls as high as middle school students and a group of girls as high school students as well. Plus, a group of women, college students or social workers, make up more than half of them. In addition to that, there seems to be quite a few young couples.

Well, don't you have to understand what you don't understand? I'm used to waiting for it. No problem.

"I wonder what to eat. I think I'll strawberry it. But I don't want to throw away vanilla either. And I'd love to try some rum raisins."

Makoto Ogasawara holding my hand tight, riding himself out the rear of the line, stretching his back and looking forward. He's pretty excited about eating ice cream.

"I've been told that I'm an unusable kid for a long time, and some of my friends were always in charge of buying out. Besides, they bought it in their own stomach, so they didn't always have their share. So you're used to lined up and buying, but you're not used to eating it yourself."

Makoto Ogasawara smiles and reveals a sassy dark past.

You're in charge of the buyout. You can say that with a smile a lot. Besides, I'm not used to eating, that's just not going to happen.

Even if you were being jerked off within the group, wouldn't it be different if you came with your family?

"You don't come to places like this in your family?

I was really curious, and I questioned him about it.

"I rarely go. Shizuka seems to be going with your father and mother."

Sizka? Who is it? I was confused for a moment by a name that suddenly popped up.

"Sizka......, who is it?

"Oh, oh, excuse me. I'm my sister-in-law. Because I'm adopted."

"What?"

Makoto Ogasawara, who also abruptly exposed new information, is flat with a smile.

"I hear your father and mother were hard to have children. So I asked my relatives, my fruitful parents, to do me a favor and welcome me to my adoptive home. But Shizuka was born a year after I was adopted, so I didn't need to be a child."

"Oh well... you heard something extra. Sorry."

"No, because I don't care"

I thought it would be easier to apologize in dignity for once, and bowed my head gently. But Makoto Ogasawara doesn't show a bare gesture that he cares about at all, and on the contrary, he's still smiling.

Seeing that smile, a zombie chill ran up his spine.

An unusual environment with a sassy mouth. And the way I called it honorable to my sister-in-law. That alone makes Makoto Ogasawara's position within his family seem somewhat transparent.

Besides, to say that you know that you are an adopted son is nothing more than to say that someone has revealed the truth to Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara, who speaks plainly of it, felt a strange chill.

Koitsu, maybe it's been broken for a long time.

I just thought it was weird. Under this circumstance where Makoto Ogasawara depends on me, to the unnaturalness that Sasaki is not involved at all.

I was careful not to be distracted by Sasaki until the end of the tutorial. But I didn't even think it would carry the applause so well.

The discomfort that things are going too well. That always caught my heart and prompted me to warn you. Something's wrong.

Perhaps the cause of that unnaturalness lies in the family composition. And the fact that Sasaki isn't involved also makes me feel like there's a cause around it. Anyway, Sasaki is a childhood friend of Makoto Ogasawara. Naturally, you will know the position and circumstances in which Makoto Ogasawara was placed.

He swallowed his gokuli and spit, desperately enjoying his joyfully distorted face.

Sister in law. It is possible that this is involved in Sasaki. Moreover, because Makoto Ogasawara calls his name with honor, it is likely that the sisters are unfamiliar.

Regardless, because of Makoto Ogasawara's character, he would not despise his sister-in-law. I mean the other way around. It is possible that my sister-in-law unilaterally hates Makoto Ogasawara.

And Sasaki. Famous aesthetics are familiar to young people. Besides, there are rumors that Sasaki favors Makoto Ogasawara. If my sister-in-law is involved there, what would Makoto Ogasawara do? I'm determined to pull myself back.

In other words, a distorted triangle is formed. Then you have to be convinced that Makoto Ogasawara didn't stick his neck in the position of Makoto Ogasawara.

On the contrary, the possibility emerged that Makoto Ogasawara was somewhat masochistic and that the thought was abrupt, attributed to his sister.

If you do poorly, maybe your sister is deeply involved in fights against Makoto Ogasawara.

My adopted son and weak sister-in-law in position. But its appearance is an unplugged beauty. If my sister was mediocre, she would naturally be the object of jealousy. Besides, if Makoto Ogasawara's personality stirred up an abusive mind. If you add even more beautiful childhood familiarity there.

Funny. This is really funny. You need to find out a lot about Makoto Ogasawara's sister.

And if it's my sister as expected, it's gonna be the best toy ever.

How about falling in love with your sisters and subordinating them to your hating sisters? Really delightful. When I get distracted, the laughter gets in and it erupts.

I don't know, I'm looking forward to it, but I'm behind on my sister's case. Now I have to concentrate on teaching Makoto Ogasawara.

Anyway, this tutorial at the mall is the most important point in guiding Makoto Ogasawara to the final tutorial.

Makoto Ogasawara is a raw idiot, but his appearance and flesh are first-class. I put my heart and soul into the development of that flesh and came this far with no hard work.

Even I have lust. I pushed it to death and kept building blocks in the tunnel.

It was a long time. I just walked down a roadless road. But it's over.

Tutoring at the mall will boost Makoto Ogasawara's lust for pleasure and thirst for pleasure to the limit.

Moreover, due to exposure instruction, a state of resistance to shame. In that case, Makoto Ogasawara should seek further pleasure. If that happens, some mental guidance will be the development I want.

In other words, the fulfilment of spiritual desires. My thirst for love for being.

No matter how satisfied the flesh is, the relationship between me and my assistant dreaming of a leading masseuse prevents Makoto Ogasawara from spiritually fulfilling himself.

And Makoto Ogasawara's desire will never be satisfied. Anyway, it's only because I have a relationship as a partner in massage training and I don't break that attitude.

Even where I verbally said, "I want you to hold me," Makoto Ogasawara would think that I would most likely refuse. As you can imagine, I have pushed my libido to death, and I have persisted in that attitude.

Then Makoto Ogasawara would seduce me without hating the means to turn me around. And make me the only possibility you can seduce. There's only one way.

That's my biggest goal and subject of interest. Massage training.

In other words, the return begins at last. A sexual service that I called massage training.

Knowledge for this is naturally acquired by virtue of the instruction that has been given to Makoto Ogasawara so far.

How can I feel good? How can I please you? Makoto Ogasawara, who learned it by his body, will use his own flesh to serve me.

To this end too, great care must be taken in this ordination. Failure will never be tolerated.

After waiting about twenty minutes, I finally reached the ice cream shop counter.

"Wow, you have a lot. And they're all cute."

Various ice creams lined up in a refrigerator room over glass. Makoto Ogasawara staring at his fingers to eat them in. But you'll never let go of the only hand that's connected to me.

That's right, I wonder if you'd call food cute. It would look delicious if I were to say it anyway.

"It's one of them, isn't it? Trouble."

Makoto Ogasawara looking at the refrigerator room over the glass and deciding which one to turn into.

There's still a long line of snakes behind us, so I need you to decide. Besides, ice cream is just a different color, and none of it will change much.

"If you're confident you're going to eat without leaving it, I don't care if it's a double or triple."

"Huh!?

Speaking to Makoto Ogasawara, who was desperately troubled as he whispered his eyebrow root, Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes, shouted in such a voice that his surroundings paid attention simultaneously.

Let it go. Are you going to break my eardrum?

"So, a lot, a lot - take, take, take!? Wow, wow."

I inadvertently sighed heavily at what needed to be disturbed so much in about an ice cream, as if I were disturbed by what they heard would destroy the world tomorrow.

I wanted to avoid making evil stand out in view of the ordination, but that's the hardest part about him.

Apart from the clerk, the customers lined up behind us are smiling as if Makoto Ogasawara was too disturbed.

"Nappoo, nappoo, toripoo! Ha-ha-ha!

"Calm down. Calm down first. Shall we take a deep breath? Huh? Look, breathe in slowly, and throw up slowly."

"Hi-ha, hi-ha! Hi-hi-hoo! Hi-hi-hoo! Ugh!

Makoto Ogasawara, who nodded to my words many times, is trying to produce something. What the hell are you going to produce?

Oh, you can't do this. He's laughing now, too, in the back row, but if you make him wait too long, he'll start to have that inner antipathy.

If it gets noisy, it sucks. I'll have to abandon today's ordination. That's all I want to avoid.

"Ogasawara, you stand there. I'll order it."

"Hiya!

I sighed again when I saw Makoto Ogasawara nodding and stood in front of the clerk desperately enjoying laughing.

"Uh, triple, strawberry cheesecake and vanilla, and a rum raisin, please"

"Ha, ha. Pup. Excuse me. She's so cute, you know."

The laughing female clerk sees Makoto Ogasawara, who is upright immovable behind me, chilling, and she erupts to see if she has exceeded the limits of her patience.

No, well, yeah. You're not bad. I can't help this.

"And is there hot coffee?

"Oops, various hips. Excuse me."

"Oh, never mind. Then that's one."

A clerk who looks like he's forcing himself into squirting. As a result, it appears that Makoto Ogasawara's illness has moved to the clerk. Poor thing.

Stupid was a viral infectious disease, wasn't it?

When I receive the ice cream and hot coffee in the cup, I put it on the tray and hold it with one hand. Then he complied with my orders and took the hand of Makoto Ogasawara, who was waiting in an upright position, and headed to the table in front of the store.

"That kid, she's such a beautiful girl, but she sounds sorry, doesn't she? That's so cute again."

"And your boyfriend's like the opposite is dusty again, isn't it? Instead of being upset by her quirks, it's funny again that she doesn't move one eyebrow"

"You're probably used to it."

"It's perfectly balanced in a way, isn't it, that couple?"

As we headed to the table, the conversation I hear from there was more or less about us.

Well, I guess so. Naturally if all that evil stands out. Damn this idiot, why is he so good at pushing my assumptions diagonally? I'm starting to feel like a kind of talent.

I found an empty seat and pulled a sliding chair to sit Makoto Ogasawara. Then he placed a cup with ice cream in front of Makoto Ogasawara and tried to head to the other side of it.

"Hey, get your hands off me"

"Ugh, I don't like it."

Masaru Ogasawara clutching my hands with both hands and staring at me with a bright red face. Those eyes still had so many tears in them that they seemed to overflow.

"It's more embarrassing than when I peed on the train."

"... don't flatten me in a place like this like this with a leak. Please."

When I thought about what I was going to say, I said something terrible.

I only moved my gaze while scratching the cold sweat to observe what was going on around me, but thanks to the hustle and bustle, or Makoto Ogasawara's remarks didn't seem to be heard around me.

He stroked down his chest, and saw Makoto Ogasawara with his jitsu eyes.

"Please sit with me. I would never let go of my hand."

"... chip"

I accidentally struck my tongue at the way Makoto Ogasawara was so vulgar that he squeezed my hands tight with both hands.

I didn't think I had to worry about stomach pain anymore, but I was right to bring my stomach medicine just in case.

It's irritating. Seriously, I'm upset. I don't know why I chose this guy for my prey. You totally fooled me by the looks of it.

"This table is for two. Besides, the chair is installed face-to-face. Look around you, we're all sitting right in front of each other, right? Besides, you can't move a chair that's attached directly to the floor, can you? So how are you gonna sit down with me?

"Wouldn't you like it to be a hamburger? Mr. Castle Island is retarded."

……

Makoto Ogasawara, squirting his ass softly from the chair he was sitting in, opens the seat of the chair half way and prompts me to sit down. That's good. I don't mind that.

Didn't you just say I was retarded? Is that an empty ear? Is that a mistake? No, you're not. I said it without a doubt.

I just don't want you to tell me.

Oh, my body trembles at will with so much anger.

"Besides, Mr. Castle Island broke his promise. I said we'd eat together, but what I ordered was coffee. I told you you'd replace it. I'm a liar! Mr. Castle Island is a liar! Minasa! Mr. Castle Island is a liar. Whoa, whoa!

"... Ha ha"

Makoto Ogasawara, who swelled his cheeks and stared at me, started making noise deliberately out of his voice.

What are you gonna do with this? I'll just have to laugh now.

"Hey, sorry about earlier. The pretty girl's making a scene again."

"Blow your cheeks up, sweetie"

"That's a great boyfriend, too. I wonder how we can cure that?

See how you're doing.

Makoto Ogasawara stands out evil once again because of the noise. On the contrary, it seems to be observed from the perimeter.

You'll do it, won't you, Makoto Ogasawara? I don't know if it's intentional or natural, but no, it would certainly be natural, but I didn't expect to use the public's gaze to block my way out.

Makoto Ogasawara's unmet spiritual desire. The thirst to receive love from me. I assumed it would reach the limit point after this tutorial, but once again, I pushed that assumption diagonally.

Urination on the train destabilized the mind, and a poor girl of indeterminate elements fueled Makoto Ogasawara's jealousy.

In addition to them, the disturbance in front of the ice cream shop and the scratching of shame in front of the masses may have removed the shackles that suppress desire.

Then this unusual attitude and sweetness towards me could be temporary.

It's a very subtle place to give candy or whip.

If you give him extra candy, it's possible that Makoto Ogasawara will make a mistake and push his love for me forward. When that happens, the relationship between me and my assistant, who aspires to be a masseuse, breaks down and interferes with teaching.

If you get too excited about the whip, the masochistic character, Makoto Ogasawara, is very likely to get stuck thinking he hated you from me. If that happens, it's no longer in tune.

Ha, what the hell is this?

It is foolish to give up thinking. You'll probably regret it later. But it was just too annoying.

of the chair where Makoto Ogasawara is sitting, its half empty seat. I sat there and grabbed a cup of ice cream and spooned the ice cream unconstructively.

"Open your mouth."

"Ahem."

Then he commanded Makoto Ogasawara and threw a spoon into his open mouth.

"Chiube. But come on."

"Let it go. Just shut up and eat. Eat it all. Eat it without leaving it. Eat quickly."

If this happens, we just have to feed them ice cream.

"Hey, hey, look at that. Looks like a pretty girl won. They're sitting side by side in one chair."

"Haha, looks like your boyfriend has lost his roots. Besides, I'm feeding you ice cream."

"Funny for you to watch, but it must be hard to deal with that unfortunate little girl"

"Nice. I'd love to be fed ice cream from that intellectual cool, too. That's cute."

I was driven by the urge to bun the ice cream and go home now by the voices I hear.

"Ahem."

Idiots who don't have a reason to know what's inside of me like that, they expose their assholes and open their mouths.

Shall I throw in the contents of the cup at once?

Meet me. I'm being smiled at from around me now, but if I make Makoto Ogasawara cry, they'll call me if I suck. When that happens, everything will be ruined.

Makoto Ogasawara laughing happily as he pampered the spoon I throw in and moved his mouth with his token.

"Hey."

I want to compliment myself for not being pretty, even when I hear that asshole face and whine.