Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

I'm in a terrible mood right now.

"Mr. Castle Island, Mr. Castle Island, you've apologized many times. It's time to heal your mood. No offense."

Makoto Ogasawara, walking with his hand drawn to me, stares at me with his grunted eyes as he lines up next to me at a faster pace as he asks me. But because of my total disregard, I slowly slow down and fall back.

"Surprisingly delicious, you looked like. You don't get so angry, do you? Sounds like a rebellious junior high school student, right?

And I get frustrated with the whining I hear from behind, but I ignore it.

"I can't believe you're so sorry. Mr. Castle Island is not manly..."

I'm the one who's totally determined to ignore it, but I just exceeded my tolerance and felt blue muscles emerge on my bikiri and temples.

You don't think he's manly? You bastard, you can say whatever you want because you think I'm deciding to ignore you.

Besides, was it still a failure to give candy? Somewhat stronger than the usual Makoto Ogasawara. I'm totally on track.

Is this the reward of giving up thinking? Even if you regret it, now is the time.

The reason I'm upset is when I was at a table in front of an ice cream shop, feeding Makoto Ogasawara ice cream.

Three-step ice cream in a cup. Makoto Ogasawara wandered all the way up to the second step, but at the time he took a bite of the third step, he turned away pussy.

By the way, Makoto Ogasawara doesn't use any hands. I was feeding him with a spoon so he could finish eating as soon as possible. Suddenly refused to do so.

"I'll give the rest to Mr. Castle Island because that's the only one I eat. Come on, come on, don't hesitate."

Makoto Ogasawara said that in a tuned tone for some reason. What is that great attitude? For Makoto Ogasawara's Kuse. Besides, what's "I'll give you the rest"? You just couldn't eat out.

But I don't know if I can scold him because I left him behind. Anyway, I'm the one who ordered the triple. Makoto Ogasawara was just choosing which one, and he didn't say a word that triple was good.

Leaving it to Makoto Ogasawara will take a lot of time to choose. That's why I ordered it, but if I chose one of them and removed Makoto Ogasawara's preference, I tripled it to avoid Makoto Ogasawara's depression.

So even if Makoto Ogasawara couldn't eat up the ice cream, one end of the blame lies with me. So well, this isn't the place to scold.

It would be a shame to say and leave it. I don't make food crude.

I had no choice but to eat the ice cream left by Makoto Ogasawara, but Makoto Ogasawara, who saw me as a chill on the side, laughed niggardly. And suddenly he took the spoon I had in my hand.

"I'll feed you -"

"Say no."

He smiled and spooned Makoto Ogasawara, indicating his willingness to reject him with an instant response.

"Boo-hoo, why?"

Makoto Ogasawara swells his cheeks and boos up at that attitude of mine. The next thing you know about cattle is pig stuff. Keh, it's not funny what a pig does to a pig, you idiot.

"If you can afford to be playing, eat without leaving it properly."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A pig was ringing next door, but ignored it and took the paper container, which remained on the tray, and raised the tab.

Fluffy, aromatic aroma. How sweet can you eat ice cream? If you're a man, shut up. It's black coffee.

"Oh, well, I'll make you a good cup of coffee!

"What?"

I had a bad feeling about the voice I heard from next door and tried to protect the coffee I had.

You know, Makoto Ogasawara reaching for my hand. Hmm, it's sweet, everything you think is foreseeable.

"Phew, it's getting kind of hot. Should I take my coat off here?

Makoto Ogasawara, who fanned his face with his hands, looked at me with chills and sideways as he blushed his cheeks and exhaled colourfully. And I stretched my finger to the clasp on my coat.

Take off your coat because it's hot, you idiot. Have you forgotten what the contents of the coat are? Normally, there's no reason to forget. But he's not normal.

"Hey, idiot, stop. - Ah."

"Hihi, you're hooked?

When I tried to stop Makoto Ogasawara trying to take off my coat, Makoto Ogasawara, who reached out sassy, took a container with coffee from my hand. And I'm smiling hiccups good at it.

I just had to be flabbergasted. Was it Fake who tried to take his coat off? Makoto Ogasawara? This idiot? Higher technology like that? No way. You're telling me you put me in a plan? And did I fit right into the plan?

You're lying. Hey.

Makoto Ogasawara opens the plastic lid of a paper container he took from me. Me just staring at it.

"If you put ice cream in this, bye! Finishing the coffee float.

"Do it, don't. Whoa, whoa!

My screams are vain, too, and the ice cream put into the coffee with me.

"Eh heh, looks delicious"

"... you, are you serious about that"

Purple objects floating with pukapuka on top of coffee. I mean, it's rum raisins. Plus, it contains dried grapes.

If it's vanilla, it's still rum raisins.

Makoto Ogasawara, who spooned such an alien object, pampered the spoon. And he moved his mouth with munya, closing his eyes and putting his hands on his cheeks and saying, "Whoa! I'm happy to roar."

Delicious, is that it?

"Mmm, it's bitter and delicious. That's exactly what it feels like to be an adult. I think it's perfect for Mr. Castle Island, who calls himself an adult. Yes, please."

……

When I stared at the alien object I was offered, I turned away gently.

"What's wrong with you? You're responsible for eating what you order yourself, aren't you? Besides, haven't you forgotten Mr. Castle Island? I didn't come here to see you today, did I? I'm here to train!

"... temehe"

I felt so angry that my bowels (annoyed) boiled back at Makoto Ogasawara, who stretched his chest and draped his lecture greatly, that he could forget me by accident.

But you can't clean up here. Because the guests who arrive at the surrounding table are looking at us and gnawing at us.

With so much attention, there's no way you can disdain Makoto Ogasawara. Try that. Make a noise for sure. No, I think it's too late in a way.

In the end, I had no other way but to receive that alien object.

"What do you say? It's surprisingly tasty, isn't it?

Makoto Ogasawara inquires that way with his superiors. Enjoying the urge to bump that good face, he forced a different object into his stomach.

However, contrary to expectations, some coffee floats in the lamb raisins were surprisingly delicious, and the frustration was unnecessarily high.

"Oh, now, surprisingly, you thought it might taste good?

I couldn't help but remember to kill Makoto Ogasawara, who laughed so well at me for saying so.

And well, for that reason, I've been ignoring Makoto Ogasawara since I left the ice cream shop.

"Is that it? Are you seriously mad?

Makoto Ogasawara, once again lined up next to him at a faster pace, peered anxiously into my face as he conveyed a cold sweat to his cheek.

Naturally I ignored it and looked away. Are you really mad at me? You'll see. I'm really mad at you.

The look on Makoto Ogasawara's face when he saw it rapidly blued.

"Ha!? The coffee float that I just made is a mix of coffee and lamb raisins that makes some scientific changes."

"... hey"

Makoto Ogasawara, hissing his eyebrow root with his hand on his chin, whined bosomly as he blued his face. I accidentally put a penetration in that whine.

Makoto Ogasawara, stuck in me, squeezes my hand with a full grin.

"You finally answered me. I thought you forgot the words."

And I will say that with sincere pleasure.

Oh, shit, what are you gonna do when they catch you? I feel like kneeling down here and holding my head.

"Training! Yes, let's train! Look, look, Mr. Castle Island! I don't have time to play! It's time to train Makoto Ogasawara!

Makoto Ogasawara pulling my hand gooey with a full smile.

You're going to put my anger on training.

"... Sorry, I'm a little tired. Plus, my stomach's starting to ache, so I'm gonna go home today."

"Wow! Whoa! Don't make a weak noise like that! I can't be a superior masseuse. Yikes!?

Makoto Ogasawara, in a hurry, tries to persuade me with a desperate look on his face as he grabs my hands with both hands.

Me, I'm not serious about being a first-rate masseuse. And even if this idiot falls to the bottom of Nara, Makoto Ogasawara feels like Makoto Ogasawara. That means what I'm trying to do is pointless. I mean, I'm really tired today. I want to go home and sleep.

After Makoto Ogasawara's desperate persuasion, he was supposed to continue his training.

Or at a time when I'm being persuaded by Makoto Ogasawara, who is a subject of instruction, I feel something is very wrong.

"Mr. Castle Island, are you feeling better? Has stomach pain healed?

"... I'm not well, but my stomach aches have healed."

Once I go to the toilet and take my stomach pills, I sit on a bench set next to the entrance and exit of the toilet. There's naturally an idiot next to me.

"Would you like to lay down a little? Look, you can replace my thighs with pillows, right? What can I say for myself, but I think it's a pretty comfortable thigh to use"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said that and slapped his own thigh with pessi, peeked into my face with the sparkling eyes I expected.

"... refrain"

"Then I'll replace Mr. Castle Island's thighs with pillows."

"Hey."

Rejecting Makoto Ogasawara's suggestion, Makoto Ogasawara somehow tried to roll his head over my thigh and fall asleep. Passively slap that Makoto Ogasawara forehead.

"Uh heh, Mr. Castle Island slapped me in the forehead"

I can no longer only sigh at Makoto Ogasawara laughing at his sloppy face while rubbing my slapped forehead.

"Hey Mr. Castle Island..."

Makoto Ogasawara shrugged quietly as he sat back down next to me, tightening his sloppy smile softly.

Now that I'm in the face, it doesn't change how badly you rate me.

"Because you don't need to be reluctant. You can have it your way. I don't care what you do to me, Mr. Castle Island."

Makoto Ogasawara's eyes, who said so and looked at me, were just straight.

Shit, how could he look at me like that? You're being played as a toy.

I had a dull pain in my head and was driven by the urge to unwittingly poke Makoto Ogasawara.

"Even if they abandon me, I won't resent Mr. Castle Island. 'Cause I'm sure it's up to me to say that Mr. Castle Island will discern me. Besides, I can't erase the memory of spending time with Mr. Castle Island. That's an important treasure for me, with no changeover. It's always been a treasure..."

There was nothing more to the words of Makoto Ogasawara than that.

Makoto Ogasawara smiles happily. I don't even feel fine dust on that smile, such as lies or lies.

You can get dumped. If we can spend time together now, that's fine. As long as I have that memory, I can live. That's what Makoto Ogasawara says.

After all, doesn't he realize that he's being set up by me? Didn't you choose to spend time with me pretending to be an idiot after you realized it?

If so, I was the one who taunted and mocked Makoto Ogasawara.

That I was dancing on the palm of Makoto Ogasawara's hand?

"Nah! Eh, I can't because this is how I immediately think of the bad for the bad, right? Even though I have Mr. Castle Island in front of me, I really don't like thinking about it when he's gone."

Makoto Ogasawara, who instantly changed the expression she was tightening to an asshole face, is grinning at him as he scratches his head.

I don't know. I have no idea what he's thinking.

Am I just reading too much? Is he still just an idiot? Or......

Either way, the stage is past where we can go back. There's no way I can back off now.

If we escape now, everything will be halfway there. It's no different from that time when I ran away because I couldn't beat my brother and was abandoned.

Besides, if he's deliberately embedded in my plan, it means he has pity on me.

Think of Makoto Ogasawara as a strategy, look at me immersed in laughter and joy, and say I feel sorry for you.

I can't forgive you. You can never forgive me for that.

"You said you didn't need to hesitate..."

Mumbling so, Makoto Ogasawara nodded without hesitation, grinning.

"Yes."

And with a full smile, he accepted my words.

Don't be shy. Right. Right.

Let's not think about it anymore. No matter what happens to him, and what happens to me.

"Then start training with this. I'll tell you what, I won't tolerate any crying. Anyway, you're the one who said you didn't need to hesitate. I will not condone it from now on. Go home if you don't want to. This is our last call."

While facing the front, I spoke so quietly that I watched Makoto Ogasawara next door on the side.

Last call. I didn't mean to say that. Yet I gave Makoto Ogasawara the option to escape.

Why not? I know. I'm scared. I'm scared about Makoto Ogasawara. I can't wait to be afraid to lose to him.

If you reveal everything, but still smile and be forgiven, I'm the one who loses the escape.

Makoto Ogasawara, with his hands clenched in his chest, nodded loudly without hesitation as he stared straight at me.

"Yes! I'll do my best!

And I stood up and replied cheerfully.

Makoto Ogasawara agreed. I gave up the option of running away. At the same time, it means my exit was denied.

Yes, I'm not lost anymore. I don't even get on his pace. Let's just think about distorting the stupid side of him.

"Kohon, let's go"

Makoto Ogasawara, who would have no reason to know what I was thinking about, began to unfasten his coat when he put his fist in his mouth and coughed.

"There's no one nearby right now, so here's your chance. Mr. Castle Island would like to take a moment with my chest. I have a cow monomaneuver powered by practice."

"I said, please, please don't do that..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who took off his coat and tried to expose his breasts and nipples, accidentally strangled him with wings and pleaded.

In a place like this, where you don't know when people are coming, you don't have to know if you're just exposed, and try to show off your powered cow stuff. I'm with you. They think I'm stupid, too.

There's no problem if you just ruin it, but I don't like it when you die just because you think you're like him.

Shit, I said I wouldn't be swallowed by his pace. It's here from next to me.

After a break on the bench, we headed to a cinema inside a shopping mall.

Walk toward the cinema relying on the information obtained from the lower sights, admiring the waves of people going out.

Makoto Ogasawara, who comes with his hand drawn from me, is a troubled face as he looks at the movie information magazine he gets at the convenience store.

I don't need to hesitate to train, etc., but I don't care if I'm really prepared or suspicious, because I've decided not to think about it anymore.

Upon arrival at the cinema, there was a panel of films being screened to the left and right of the entrance and exit. Nevertheless, there are three films with panels out there. The movies on show are supposed to be more than that, so I guess they're pushing some pretty popular pieces up front as attractions.

One is Love Beginning with Appendicitis, a romantic thing on King's Road.

It seems to be a slightly subtle story of thinking of the hero, a patient hospitalized with acute appendicitis, as a royal love romance with the nurse who became the hero in charge of it, and the sign daughter of a Chinese restaurant who came to put an appearance at the nurse station accidentally hanging miso ramen on the protagonist, developing into a relationship with a quote that turned into a fight.

The second is "The True Dog Pooch Story," an animal-people contact that is a classic of inspiring things.

The main character's boy, who picked up the white jeans, named the jeans pompous and had a good day with overflowing affection. But the time has come for an end to those days.

The main character, the boy, was set to move. Besides, the cause is dog allergy, and Po Chi is deposited in his relatives' house. Pooch, who thought he had been abandoned, was on a journey to meet the main character's boy. But if the main character is allergic to dogs, he won't even be able to see me. In short, you're talking about an unreadable dog in the air.

And the third is the zombie thing, Zombie Lion, which is the royal road of horror.

A few weeks after the meteorite fell from space, unexplained oddities spread on the ground. What is that odd disease? Zombification of organisms. But not all organisms were zombied, and many were uninfected by odd diseases.

The staple foods of zombified organisms are homogeneous. Dogs eat dogs, cats eat cats, and humans eat humans. Think of it as such a touched zombie thing, what a movie from a zombie perspective.

We have to eat humans to live, but if we extinct humans, at the same time, zombies become extinct. It seems a horror comedy that troubled zombies elect leaders and try to build quite a troublesome social system.

I'm a little concerned about this.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, what do you see? Oh, you know, um... you know, love that starts with appendicitis, well, you know, just wondering -"

You're a zombie.

"Right! I knew you would! I thought so!

Makoto Ogasawara tried to push the love that starts with appendicitis, but when I learn right to my words and agree, yeah, I'm nodding over and over again.

As for Makoto Ogasawara, I know he wanted to create even a sweet atmosphere with romantic things, but I'm sorry for that.

Besides, I chose horror for a reason.

The most popular is love stuff. The second is touching stuff with animals. And horror is the least popular of the three main works.

If the criterion is unpopular, there will be other films on show. But don't be too unpopular. If you don't have a lot of people, you're in trouble. It's not convenient even if it's too much in.

Besides, I like movies that are somewhat annoying. If so, the horror promised by screaming would be best suited.

In short, a movie that is convenient to teach is called Zombilion.

As he pulled Makoto Ogasawara's hand and entered the building, he followed the ice cream shop, once again the large queue jumped into view.

But forming a long line of snakes are two pieces, one romantic and the other moving, and the horror seems quite empty.

Love stuff has a lot of couples and young women, and touching stuff has a lot of families.

Makoto Ogasawara sees those two rows as flickering. I guess the thing I wanted to see the most was the love thing and the next thing I wanted to see was the inspiring thing.

"Ogasawara, I know you do, but I'll tell you just in case. I'm here as part of my training. I don't want you to forget that."

"Wow, I know - oh, Mr. Castle Island, look at that! There is a poster by the protagonist who is holding me up and having an allergic reaction! Isn't she cute!

Are you listening to my words properly, the floating Makoto Ogasawara is pointing to a poster strapped to the wall with his opposite hand holding my hand.

He lined up at the counter selling Zombilion movie tickets, pulling such a strong Makoto Ogasawara. And turn your gaze toward the poster of Chirali and the wall.

The protagonist of dog allergies and Pouch, who followed that protagonist on a journey. Where we caught up, the adults around us wouldn't allow Po Chi to come near the main character. So what happens to the tightening? Will Pochi be sent to the health center?

I was kind of curious.

I bought a ticket and once I got out of the cinema. The first screening has already begun today and the next screening is forty minutes from now. I decided to use that time to do some tutoring.

Headed for is the corner of the floor where the cinema is located. It's a toilet in one of the few hard-to-see places. This toilet also had eyes on me when I came to look down.

When I look around and make sure there are no people, I leave Makoto Ogasawara at the entrance to the toilet, and I'm the only one inside. Then, after confirming that there were no users, when I returned to my original location, I took Makoto Ogasawara into the toilet. To the men's toilet.

Makoto Ogasawara comes with some blush but honesty. The phrase "don't hesitate" seems quite serious because you don't talk about questions or questions. You're trying to silently tell me that you're ready.

Quickly enter the private room and tighten the lock. If this happens, it's ours.

"Ogasawara, take off your coat, put your hands on the toilet seat, and stick your butt out"

Makoto Ogasawara, who honestly nodded at my words, took off his coat and hung it on a hook at the top of the door.

Black full-body tights exposed. The tights that lift up the body without overlapping the lines look clear because of the thin fabric. Plus the tip of the big breast and a part of the groin is cut off. In other words, nipples and pubic nuclei are exposed.

Makoto Ogasawara, coloring his face bright red but not trying to hide anything of it, complied with my orders and when he gave in, he put his hands on the closed lid of the western bathroom. And when I opened my legs shoulder-width apart, I stuck my butt out.

The anal part of its protruded buttocks is also cut and exposed with the fabric of tights, similar to nipples and pubic nuclei.

I almost accidentally erupted into Makoto Ogasawara, who turned bright red and leaned down.

Makoto Ogasawara is ashamed, but the cause is right in front of him.

Naked alike, no, I guess you're ashamed of exposing yourself to more indecent looks than naked, but that's not all. Makoto Ogasawara is driven by shame when I see something.

How long has this been happening? Were you with me and having horny delusions all the time? To the extent that it seemed so, there was an incredible amount of love fluid overflowing from the female genitals of Makoto Ogasawara.

I didn't want you to hesitate, etc., but you just couldn't stand it because you actually wanted me to tutor you quickly.

Get your hands in your pockets as you look at such a filthy and pitiful Makoto Ogasawara. It was the anal plug that took it out.

The tip is bigger than the sphere of anal stick I always use, but as I go toward the handle, it is smoothly thinner. In shape it is close to vegetable aubergines.

Makoto Ogasawara hasn't been to the toilet before today, at least because I know him. If you say you let it out, it's just pissing on the train.

Maybe he's draining intestinal contents with enemas while I'm taking Makoto Ogasawara's uniform for cleaning. But even so, there is no particular problem.

"Ogasawara, this training, but I ask you to put up with your convenience to the limit. In other words, inject enema fluid from the anus and plug it with this anal plug without draining it. I want you to watch the movie in that state."

Yes, while explaining to Makoto Ogasawara, a small plastic container was newly removed from his pocket. The contents are lotions. I brought it in a small container so that it was easy to carry and could be used anywhere at any time.

The lotion was applied 10,000 times to the anal plug, and then the finger with the lotion was inserted into Makoto Ogasawara's anus.

"Ah."

Makoto Ogasawara, shaking his hips and raising a slight voice, covered his mouth with his right hand.

He hasn't forgotten that this is a toilet for men.

The fingers were suffocated several times, and the fingers were pulled out to make sure they had already been broken. That's all you started to be pleasantly swallowed up, Makoto Ogasawara exhaling roughly from the gap in the palm you're covering, looking at me with his swinging eyes as he slightly raised his face.

As I beg you to behave more.

"The more patient you are, the cleaner the intestinal contents are drained. That seems to have a lot of impact on beauty and health. But it wouldn't be boring to just put up with it extensively without doing anything, would it? That's why I watch movies. Then you'd be distracted."

Instead of answering Makoto Ogasawara's wandering gaze, he lightly and appropriately explained, while pressing the tip of the anal plug against his anus. Makoto Ogasawara, who apparently guessed it, slowly exhales and begins to spread his anus.

The size of the tip of the anal plug is larger than the anal stick, but the current anus of Makoto Ogasawara would swallow enough. And even though the tip is somewhat bitter, if it passes through there, the rest becomes thinner.

Confirming that the anus had been cut open, he began to push the anal plug with good force.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

Makoto Ogasawara, whose tip does not go inside and voices like a mixture of groans of bitterness in the sweetness, exhales even more slowly to try to widen her anus. But the holes that are stretching to their limits don't seem to spread any further on their own.

Push it in hard and you'll get in, but then you might cut your anus. Then I decided to take the time to get used to it in order to interfere with future instruction.

There's plenty of time, so there's no rush.

Turn the plug to arc the tip on the axis and apply a good force. The tip of the plug began to sink into the anus as the movement was repeated in a prolonged manner.

Makoto Ogasawara, by the way, is spraying sweat from all over his body, as can be seen from above the clear black full body tights. And a breath that keeps getting thrown out slowly.

When breathing in, stop being able to push the plug in and force it at the same time as it begins to spit out.

And the moment came lightly.

The tip of the plug sank heavily all the time, and the moment I thought so, everything in the plug instantly swallowed up in my anus.

I regretted that it was a little too big, but it would be better if it came in as big as possible. You can't act as a plug in and out easily.

When you check the watch, you have a little more than twenty minutes left to show the movie. If you inject enema fluid now, if you do poorly, it could be beyond your limits before the movie starts. For this reason, the movie is more convenient just after it begins or rather after it begins.

So to kill time, I decided to play a little bit.

"Ogasawara, just in case, can you drain the anal plug yourself? Why don't you just drain it once in a while?"

To my inquiry, Makoto Ogasawara, who breathed constantly, nodded cocklessly with his mouth covered with his hands. And when I could put my strength all over my body, I stepped out.

Anal plug inserted into the anus and exposed only by the handle. I wondered if that handle had started to move picnically, and they started to push me out of the gutter.

The anal plug being pushed out gradually thickens. Anal spreading at the same time. The anal plug drained with Makoto Ogasawara's diligent stepping stopped him from moving as perfectly in it.

Makoto Ogasawara's breath didn't hold. Makoto Ogasawara, desperately stomping with a bright red face, breathed heavily into the limits and all.

"Ahhh!?

The anal force loosened to inhale, and the anal plug, which had been pushed out to about medium, was sucked into the anus. Makoto Ogasawara, who looked surprised by it, raised a strange voice as he inhaled his breath. To that very funny appearance, I turned my back on Makoto Ogasawara when I flipped on the spot, killing my voice and laughing.

Makoto Ogasawara, whose shame was stimulated by his pitiful voice or colored bright red to his ears, still tries to drain the anal plug by eating and tying his teeth.

"Ah-hyu!?

But when it still drains until the middle of the day, that's where Makoto Ogasawara breathes in all the limits. The anal plug drained because of it is sucked into the anus and makes an odd noise.

Seeing that pitiful look, I shoved my voice to death and laughed.

Makoto Ogasawara, who has no reason to know what I'm laughing at, keeps trying tirelessly to comply with my orders. But.

"Uhiyu!? Ho!?

Again, when I eject until midday, the anal plug is sucked in, as if to say I don't want to get out of my anus.

Or, oh, my God. Are you going to kill me with laughter? Please raise your normal odd voice.

Such a change came to Makoto Ogasawara when it was time to finish playing.

Makoto Ogasawara drains the anal plug until mid-day, reverting with oddity. At first, the anal plug had gone back against my will, but I obviously started not knowingly.

Anal plugs that are pushed out all the time. Makoto Ogasawara deliberately removes the power of her anus when it is expelled until mid-year. Then, a lukewarm anal plug is sucked into the anus. That seems to have started to make me feel comfortable.

This is interesting. This would also make it possible to dare anal masturbation in front of the masses while standing in clothes.

Makoto Ogasawara, who enters and exits the anal plug only in and out of the anal muscles, forgot me and repeated the motion obsessively.

Makoto Ogasawara spasms his hips freaking out as he drools and jumps up his ass. Not to the top, it seems to be another different pleasure than anal sticks.

Sorry about the fun, but it's time. Shall I have my hands-free anal masturbation terminated first?

"Ogasawara, it's time to go to the cinema"

"Hih!?

Makoto Ogasawara, whose ass was beaten with pettine from me, twisted his neck and looked at me sideways when he returned to me.

"Hey, what, uh, whoa"

Makoto Ogasawara desperately tries to make an excuse for you finally realizing that you're obsessed with masturbating. But the words don't come out, you just panic with a bright red face.

First structured in such a Makoto Ogasawara, he dragged it out when he grabbed the handle of the anal plug sticking out of his anus.

"Uh-oh."

Makoto Ogasawara, who was poked at the intent or raised a sweet chirp, is desperately trying not to chirp in the palm of his palm, which was covering his mouth. But ruthlessly a whisper leaking out of the gap in his palm. And freaking out and cramping asses and hips.

There was some hooking, but a light loose anal plug that was not comparable to when I inserted it. And a pompous open anus.

That's an anomaly in his adaptability. Even though I would say that if this anal plug fell out easily, it would make no sense to act as a stopper. But unfortunately, this is all I have with me today. So let's make sure Makoto Ogasawara doesn't get out of it.

If I lose it, well, then I'm just not talking about where I leaked my piss.

Then we'll inject the enema fluid.

I injected about three enemas that I had brought with me because I said so. And I instantly plugged him in with an anal plug.

Well, we'll see how long it lasts. Don't think I'm just going to stand for it. I'm going to tell you so much about what made you wear black full-body tights for, that I'm going to say no.

I don't listen to any crying. I don't condone it either. That's what you wanted, Makoto Ogasawara. You try your best to entertain me at best.