Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

Moving from the toilet to the cinema, we sit in a bench set in front of a second theater from behind in five theaters. And on your right, hold a paper vessel with popcorn, and on your left, a paper vessel with oolong tea.

Next to me like that, Makoto Ogasawara sitting next to me laughing and leaning against me. Apparently I still can afford it, but the fact that I'm sweating on my forehead makes me see that I have patience.

And for laughing, it's silent.

Well, don't. You mean you can afford it to be patient.

Makoto Ogasawara has a paper cup with both hands like that. The contents are Oolong tea with me. But different sizes.

My oolong tea is size M, but what Makoto Ogasawara has is a LL size. Normally, it's not enough for Makoto Ogasawara to drink by himself. But the contents are already about a third less.

Drinking up half before entering the theater. And drinking everything out as soon as the screening starts. That is the order given to Makoto Ogasawara.

Because tea is good for health, but it also has a diuretic effect, if the enema encourages bowel movement while also draining the piss, it will be more effective for beauty and health, and so I managed to explain it appropriately.

Makoto Ogasawara, who is trying to comply with that order of mine, is desperately trying to drink up to half a cup to his mouth now that he has one minute left to show.

After being infused with all three enemas, a ruthless order to drink up LL-sized oolong tea and watch more movies. But there's also something wrong with Makoto Ogasawara, who honestly accepts without complaining about one such order. Whatever it takes will be somewhat questionable and natural.

Makoto Ogasawara's struggle was also vain, and the attendant stopped by. Apparently, time runs out.

"Sir, it's time for the show soon. It's hard to see your feet when the theater gets dark, so you can also risk falling"

A female attendant, who said so with a slight bow of her head, saw Chirali and Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara, smiling and looking at the front, does not show any reaction to the words of the female attendant. Probably can't afford that.

Makoto Ogasawara, although desperately dressed as calm, is haunted by an atmosphere that is somewhat unusual. Looks like the female attendant felt something.

But the female attendant said nothing more, and when she went to the door in the front of the bench where we were sitting, she closed the door.

When you check the watch, the show time is as planned. This is how I've been sitting in a bench and observing, but I just said the customer's entry was puffy. It's exactly what we assumed.

"Ogasawara, it's time to go inside. Can you move?"

Keeping face to face, yes speaking to Makoto Ogasawara next door, Makoto Ogasawara nodded cocoon.

The female attendant's appearance and voice didn't seem to go into her sight or ear, but she wouldn't miss hearing my voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't had half a drink yet. Sorry......"

Makoto Ogasawara, who grumbled so abruptly, began to be forced to drink with gokugoku when he carried a LL-sized paper cup he held in both hands to his mouth.

From that look, the smile disappears and is distorted by pain.

"Ogasawara, you don't have to drink it. I just said I'd like you to have half a drink before you go into the theater, if possible."

I have trouble getting knocked down before I can overdo it and get into tune. That's what I called him, but Makoto Ogasawara didn't have the ear to listen, and he kept drinking as he let the oolong tea pass from the edge of his lips.

As I watched Makoto Ogasawara like that, a little anxiety was beginning to arise in my mind.

Will he raise his roots? It's good to endure to the limit. But I think he's going to exceed his limits. So much for trying to comply with my orders.

I'd be in trouble if I could stand it. If you don't raise your roots, I'm in trouble.

Makoto Ogasawara, who breathed out the paper cup at the same time as releasing it from his mouth, laughed happily and showed me the contents of the cup.

The contents were certainly half diminished.

"I drank, but I overtook my promised time. I'll be careful from now on."

"Oh, oh..."

Emerging sweat and breathing that began to get rough. Besides, if you look closely, you can see it trembling in small pieces.

Perhaps he doesn't raise his roots. Beyond his limits, he will obey my orders, even if he becomes a great councillor.

No, I can't do that. We have to let the roots rise. I must make you beg me to forgive you already.

The sweat was telling my cheeks when I noticed. It's never hot. I stood up on the spot wiping that sweat with my back of my hand. Following me, Makoto Ogasawara stands up.

If this happens, I'll do it thoroughly. Whether my blame wins, or Makoto Ogasawara's patience wins, it's a battle.

"Let's go."

"Yes..."

Makoto Ogasawara replied to me as I walked out to the front door.

If I lose, I'll be finished by then. And reveal everything.

I don't care what you think. Overwhelmingly I'm in favor of this battle. I'm definitely sorry to expose you to congratulations and shame while you lose.

If you don't come with that much temper, you probably can't beat him.

Once inside the theater, the proof had already been dropped. And the front screen shows a trailer for the new movie.

Guests are still bumpy. Besides, the seats are filled quite a bit from the front row to about the middle, but the rear is ragged. This is also as assumed.

If you want a taste of theater intensity, the front row would be the best. But because the screen is too close, I will look up. Then some people will hate the front row because their necks get tired. Some get drunk too close to it.

So the most popular seats in the theater range from a few backwards to the middle of the front row. The seats around it had already been filled at the time of booking.

Unless it's full, there are few guests lined up in the rear. Then, inevitably, the rear seats will be vacant. Anyway, you can taste the intensity. I don't even bother to look in the back seat.

Based on those points, our seats are rear in the theater. Besides, there were no viewers front, back, left, or right when I booked.

When I relied on the number of the seat I had memorized, I could see the guest. The ones who bought tickets after I bought them.

This is also as calculated. If it weren't for anybody, I wouldn't be in tune.

Closer to my reserved seat, I stopped walking once. There was a guest sitting near our seat. In a chair, about three seats next door. This is just too close. But there is no problem.

Though reserved seats, if this many seats are available, it is unlikely that you will first find out if you sit in a different seat.

Besides, the screening has already begun, so the odds are diminishing in seconds.

Besides, if a visitor comes in later and has an astronomical chance of purchasing tickets to the seats we sat in, there's still no problem.

As soon as people get close, they'll notice, and even if they speak up, if they say "I made a mistake" and move their seats, that'll do it.

So I lowered my back to the back of the theater and to a seat where there were no guests around. Makoto Ogasawara also sits next to him.

Though there are no people around, that's a few meters radius story. It is an indisputable fact that there are quite a few people in the same space.

Besides, another reason for choosing the rear is that those in the front can't see the rear, but if they come from the rear, they can see the whole theater. In other words, Makoto Ogasawara will have a large number of visitors in view. That means you can enjoy exposure relatively safely.

After I sat down, I lost so much, I finished the trailer for the new work that was on the screen, and at the same time, the theater darkened.

The video is shown on the screen after a few seconds.

"Ogasawara, just now, but start training. Take off your coat."

I whispered to Makoto Ogasawara's ear.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was desperate to endure, didn't realize that I had a mouthful in his ear, made his body jump victoriously the moment he heard my voice.

The light emitting from the screen brings up such a look of Makoto Ogasawara. There was already no room for a piece of that look that was smiling until before I entered the theater.

This look in the first few minutes. Normally, the limit is already present. But don't take a sweet look at him. Anyway, I'm always pushing through the diagonal side of my prediction.

Makoto Ogasawara, who roughed his breath and shook his body in small pieces, began to take off his coat as I ordered.

Gradually dewy flesh. Finally, the time has come for all body tights to take effect.

Though the footage is shown on the screen, it's dark in the theater. A bare skin would reflect on the light and float, but black all-body tights would just look black. In short, from a distance, it just looks normal to be wearing clothes.

Moreover, because they cut the fabric off the nipples and pubic nucleus, they are free to blame the sexy bands without taking the risk that they need to take off their clothes.

Makoto Ogasawara, who had finished taking off his coat, placed that coat in the seat next to the empty one and re-sat it in the chair.

Makoto Ogasawara's body rises every time the screen shines. Black tights that stick perfectly to the skin and exposed nipples.

Its brightly red erect nipples, reflecting and floating in the light overflowing from the screen, were truly obscene, inferior, and perverse.

Up close, you'll see that only the nipples are exposed, but you don't have to worry about finding them first in this darkness. But the exposed Makoto Ogasawara himself won't mind. That stirs up the shame of Makoto Ogasawara.

The chair has an elbow hanging and a hole on its tip to allow the drink to be placed.

I put a paper cup in my hand in that hole, and when I put my legs together and a paper vessel with popcorn on top of it, I put myself in a position to watch the movie.

"Ogasawara, drink all the oolong tea for now. Tell me when you're done drinking."

Makoto Ogasawara looked at Makoto Ogasawara's ear and whispered so, Makoto Ogasawara, who nodded and nodded, carried a LL-sized paper cup he had with both hands to his mouth and began drinking with gokugoku.

I guess I've already exceeded my limits. Even though the other half, it would take a lot of time to drink it up. Until then, let's enjoy the movie with ease.

Makoto Ogasawara killed his voice and laughed, and I carried the popcorn I grabbed with my hand to my mouth as I watched the screen.

The protagonist of the item. A protagonist who belongs to the bottom of a zombie society cannot attack humans as he pleases.

Zombies who have been controlled around their leaders will not be able to eat unless they fulfill the roles assigned to them.

I mean, if you have a low talent, you only get what you deserve. What a cramped story to say that you have become an immortal zombie because of it.

"Hey, Shihara, I hear Kimura on Third Street has been attacked."

A properly behaved zombie rushed over to the main character who was sitting on the park's blanco.

A zombie who can run is a fear inside, but when he runs well while talking normally, that fear is one thing now.

"What!? Seriously!? Kimura on 3rd Street is that protected designated Kimura!? The leader told you to zombie with great care because you are a beautiful girl of the world!?

The protagonist, Ichihara, looks surprised, rises from the bronco he was sitting on. Cha-chan zombies arrived there.

'That's right! That's it, there's no more trace! They ate Suzuki. No, I seriously ate this, not in a sexual way! The leader got angry with the momentum to poke his fury at the sky, and it's already hard!

'Wow, you're serious. That would make you angry. Suzuki's done.'

'Right. He's stupid and appetizing, but I don't know because he's not a bad guy. I'd like to help you if I could.'

'Well. But you can't. We don't have a say or anything. "

'That's right. Suzuki's guy, definitely would be banished.'

Two zombies nestled in the park stare at a sunset stained with cedar.

'Zombies are pretty badass. I can do whatever I want better, or I was thrilled to think the end of the line had arrived...'

"Me and me. But when you open the lid, you say you're with the salesman after all. But without the leader, the zombies will soon be wiped out. '

'I guess. Did you hear that? Leader, it looks like a stomach ulcer. Even though it's a zombie, there can't be a stomach ulcer, but he said he threw up blood. Apparently the teacher said it was probably something spiritual. It sounds like a lot of trouble. It's so intelligent...'

"I see..."

And two squirming toward the sunset. What is this tragic atmosphere from the beginning? Could this still reflect a pale, zombie's personal life? Two hours? Seriously? This. Then I can also nod being pushed by romantic and emotional things.

But it's too surreal. That's funny in a way.

"Ki, Kijima..."

When I looked sideways at the voice I heard, Makoto Ogasawara, who was showing me in the cup, was staring at me with an attractive grin.

The absurd breath and the sweat that surfaced like balls propagate a few muscles through my cheeks. And the contents of the glass you're showing me were beautifully empty.

Faster than I thought. Besides, it still even leaves room for laughter. No, there's got to be no room or dust. Yet the funny strength of Makoto Ogasawara's mental power can no longer be described as abnormal.

Smiling as refreshingly as possible as he pounded his tongue inside, he wiped the sweat that conveyed Makoto Ogasawara's cheek with his back.

Makoto Ogasawara, who delightfully narrowed his eyes, slid his cheek against the back of my hand that was being touched. You're like a cat who wants to be sweet. He's not sure if it's a dog, a cat, a cow or a pig.

"Well done, you're great"

It was the thought of biting the bitter bug, but I complimented Makoto Ogasawara with a good glimpse of the feeling.

You can't lose to him, but that's why I'm not going to change my means of discipline.

Using a more despicable and forceful means, there would be no such thing as breaking his heart. But then it goes against my way.

What I'm after is total victory. I only let Makoto Ogasawara admit to losing without breaking my training posture. Make me beg you to forgive me already. I'll accept that with a smile and treat you nicely.

Yes, on the inside, you look at the loser, mocking him.

Yet I can't think of how he begs for forgiveness while distorting his face. He pushes his limits flat if I order him to. Just to be by my side. Just that thought.

"Ogasawara, you're so sweaty. You got a dry throat? What, you want my oolong tea too?

I'm not allowed to lose. You can't just lose to him.

Something like a rush spread to my heart, and when I took my share of the oolong tea I left on the tip of my elbow, I offered it to Makoto Ogasawara.

I just drank the LL-sized oolong tea, but I'm not sure if I'm thirsty or anything. But I couldn't help but do something.

"Oh, thank you......"

But Makoto Ogasawara received it. With a trembling hand, I received a paper cup of oolong tea from my hand with a cramped grin.

I knew it. If he accepts it. To this extent, it is impossible to break Makoto Ogasawara's heart. Then I can only blame you. But what if they can't stand it?

Don't think too much about it. Now just think about breaking Makoto Ogasawara's heart. Cut off any other thoughts.

Makoto Ogasawara, who carried the oolong tea he received from me to his mouth, still drinks up with gokugoku, shaking his whole body with a blurb.

Oolong tea from the edge of her lips is wetting her breasts by passing on her neck muscles. There will be more to zero than what you are drinking. But that's not cowardice or anything. Makoto Ogasawara does drink. Never run away. I'm challenging the struggle from the front to the pain.

"Oh, Ogasawara... don't push it"

The voice was trembling when I accidentally ran my mouth. For God's sake, I realized myself that the words contained such thoughts when you begged me to forgive you already for losing.

"Thank you... it was..."

Makoto Ogasawara, with her cup away from her lips, offers me an empty cup with a drawn smile on her face.

A little more than enough since the screening began. Approximately one hour and fifty minutes remaining. There's no way I can stand it. But if I didn't have to endure it to make a weak noise to the end and let the intestinal contents erupt with the anal plug, it would still be my loss.

It doesn't make sense if you don't make me beg. It makes no sense if you don't make me beg for forgiveness. We must not let them fight until the end.

We have to do something.

When I received the cup being offered, my hand was trembling more than Makoto Ogasawara.

Twenty minutes have passed since the screening began. But the battle between me and Makoto Ogasawara is ongoing.

"Mm-hmm."

Makoto Ogasawara, sitting in a chair with his hands over his elbow hanging, turns to his body with a slight chirp. The expression was distorted by pleasure and suffering, spraying waterfall-like sweat from all over his body.

My hand is inserted between the open crotches of such Makoto Ogasawara.

The pubic nucleus, completely peeled, was found to be erect only after touching it with a finger. Continue to persevere with its hard, pointed pubic nucleus in the stomach of your index finger.

"Uh-uh."

Makoto Ogasawara withstands even as he closes his eyes tightly, eats and binds his teeth. It gives pleasure to Makoto Ogasawara, who should soon be driven by the urge to drain the intestinal contents.

If it peaks, it's over at that point. No matter how much you endure, you won't listen to your body. Makoto Ogasawara himself should know that better than anyone else. Then in addition to the pain, I will have to endure the pleasure.

The suffering will be unimaginable. But the female genitals of Makoto Ogasawara are overflowing with love liquid.

Did the pain itself begin to make you feel comfortable? Or are you just excited that you're being molested by me? I don't know which, but either way, there's still no sign of breaking my heart.

Forty minutes have elapsed since the show began.

Unusual breathing sounds you hear and unstoppable cramps. Makoto Ogasawara, cramping his body as if it were a fish raised ashore, grabs a critical elbow hanging with his arm on it, and beeps and teeth.

This is worse than this. Through the endurance, the spirit and flesh of Makoto Ogasawara become abnormal.

Can't hide the rush, I blame the grit and the pubic nucleus with a finger inserted between Makoto Ogasawara's crotches.

A piss that erupts from time to time purr. If it erupts all at once, the butthole will loosen at the same time and the anal plug will be pushed out. In that case, it is also possible that the hasty Makoto Ogasawara will reflexively beg forgiveness, but in the current Makoto Ogasawara, which is stiffening the whole body, it is not easy to eject the piss.

"Ki-ki-ki-ji ma-ji."

A voice came to my ear that seemed to be interrupting, and I was desperately indulging in screaming.

Finally begging for forgiveness? I'll forgive you as much as I can. Come on, it's easier begging for forgiveness.

As I was spraying cold sweat from all over my body, I swelled my chest to anticipation and saw Makoto Ogasawara.

"Holy crap, this - how long do I have to endure this - is that okay?

Makoto Ogasawara looking confused. When I heard that word, I almost fell out of my chair.

With that said, there was no particular time limit in place. I didn't think about that. Me, too, but Makoto Ogasawara is also Makoto Ogasawara, who has endured without even knowing how long I should endure it until now.

Makoto Ogasawara, whose end remained unclear, just continued to endure, and me, who just wished Makoto Ogasawara begged for forgiveness without setting a time limit.

Me and Makoto Ogasawara, what the hell were they fighting against?

"Oh, I'm sorry. - Ugh. - Limit it."

When I heard Makoto Ogasawara's words, I immediately moved on to action.

Weave the coat on the spasmodically dripping Makoto Ogasawara and hang the clasp. And as he turned his hand around his shoulder, he woke his body up and put his opposite hand under his knee, he held it up.

It's impossible to carry. If you bear it, your crotch will open and you will be forced to spread your anus. If that happens, the intestinal contents will erupt all at once.

Makoto Ogasawara admitted to losing. Then I'll do my job.

"I'll take you to the toilet right away. Can you stand it till then?

He held Makoto Ogasawara and called out. Makoto Ogasawara, who did not respond to my query, nodded slightly when he grinned lightly.

I won. Yes, I won. He's a pathetic beggar loser for forgiveness. Then I'll have mercy on you.

When I got out of the theater, the attendant who found me holding Makoto Ogasawara ran over with a giggle.

"Sir! How are you!

"Excuse me! I think I'm having a bad stomach! I'd like to keep you in the bathroom, can I accompany you?

Explaining honestly to the attendant, the hasty attendant ran out.

"Wash your hands here!

Apparently, he'll lead us to the toilet.

In order to transport Makoto Ogasawara to the ladies' room, I will have to go into the ladies' room too. But unlike toilets with anal plugs, cinema toilets are easily visible to the public.

I can't afford to travel to the hard-to-see toilet, and if I see Makoto Ogasawara being held by me, I naturally make a scene.

That's why I dared to be honest with you. At a time like this, I made no excuses, and I thought it would be better to explain it honestly.

Follow the lead of the female attendant and walk early to the toilet.

"Call us as soon as you need anything!

"Thank you! If ever, please!

Upon arrival at the toilet, the female attendant moved sassy to the side and handed the entrance to the toilet. Thanking the female attendant, she went straight into the ladies' room and jumped into the private room.

When I left the toilet carrying Makoto Ogasawara, the female attendant who had guided me earlier rushed over. And he looks anxiously at Makoto Ogasawara as he snaps on my back.

"Don't you need to arrange an ambulance?

I shook my head to the side of the lady attendant who called me that.

"It's okay. Because I'm not feeling so good about my stomach, but I tried to watch a movie because I couldn't. Seems to have gotten a little carried away because of it, but no problem."

The female attendant, who kept an anxious look on my words, bowed her head in regret for some reason.

"Sorry"

And for some reason, say the words of apology.

It's not your fault.

Leaving the cinema, with Makoto Ogasawara on his back, he headed to the main entrance of the shopping mall to get home.

Makoto Ogasawara, who is crushing me, is unconscious.

After entering the private room of the toilet, I sat Makoto Ogasawara in a western potty, and I inserted my hand from behind Makoto Ogasawara and unplugged the anal plug.

As a result, Makoto Ogasawara exposed me to ugliness without leaving anything to spare.

As a girl, as a maiden in love, Makoto Ogasawara exposed to me that she couldn't be seen, "Don't look!" He shouted over and over again. But ruthlessly, the intestinal contents mixed with enema fluid continue to erupt from the anus against the will of Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara reached his peak with that unspeakable shame and a tremendous sense of liberation that made him do so.

contents ejected from the anus and a piss that ejects momentously. Once the weir is cut, it is no longer possible to stop it.

Sounds like a private room: "Don't look!" A sad cry. But seeing such ugliness to me ruthlessly doubled the pleasure of Makoto Ogasawara, and I lost consciousness because of the peak after the peak.

In the end, the battle of willpower rose to me, but as far as I'm concerned, I think it's a draw.

Anyway, Makoto Ogasawara was fighting endless suffering. Suffering is bearable because it sees an end, and without an end, humans and others would easily go crazy.

Damn, this is why idiots can't beat the end of it.

Well, if it's a draw, it's not like I lost, so let's just say this is a good one.

After the shopping mall, he took the train with Makoto Ogasawara on his back. And when we arrive at the station in the city where we live, we get off the train and head to the apartment.

"Ogasawara, how long are you going to keep raccooning?"

Walking around the residential area, yes, speaking behind my back. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who reacted with pikun, buried his face on my shoulder and rubbed it.

"Munyamunya"

And speak out deliberately. I'm finding out at the point where I'm saying a bedtime phrase like Munya or something. Damn, apparently he's not going to stop raccoon sleeping.

Well, okay. Almost all the scheduled tutoring could be accomplished. And for a new ordination that starts tomorrow, you can give him a temporary rest now.

Anyway, starting tomorrow, we're finally going to take the first step as a meat potty.

We arrived at the apartment and went upstairs in the elevator to our own room. And when I arrived in my room, I left Makoto Ogasawara in my room, and I headed to the cleaner.

I received Makoto Ogasawara's uniform at the cleaner and headed to the apartment again.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was waiting in the room, just stopped sleeping in raccoons or sat right next to the table. Give that Makoto Ogasawara a uniform.

"Thank you for your hard day. Good luck with that. And then you go home and get some rest."

Yes, speaking to Makoto Ogasawara, I rub my shoulder like I'm tired. I'm actually tired, but I'm deliberately showing Makoto Ogasawara how tired I am.

It's a really trivial move to show Makoto Ogasawara what I look like when I'm tired, but this trick is the biggest trick of the day and the collection of tutorials so far. Such a trivial trick would make Makoto Ogasawara walk down the road as a meat potty.

If things go my way, though.

"Oh, you're tired. My guard is in trouble."

Makoto Ogasawara, who looks sober, runs masochistically on his own. I know you're depressed because you think I'm tired of your watch, but that's not all.

The more time passes, the more events in the cinema toilet blame Makoto Ogasawara.

You exposed me to something I never wanted to be seen as a woman. There's no reason not to be depressed by that.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. Oh, um... I need to fold in and talk to you..."

Makoto Ogasawara asked me that in a whisper, sitting on the floor with the item dropped.

"Oh, well... can I give Mr. Castle Island a massage because, uh, can't I?

When I heard the words, I was driven by the urge to laugh high.

As expected. As scripted. Yes, let Makoto Ogasawara give me a massage. This is the script I drew.

I didn't order it. It doesn't make sense. Then Makoto Ogasawara will stop taking action without my instructions.

I had to do it autonomously, of my own free will.

In addition to the ugliness you exposed to in the movie theater toilet, I look tired. Try Makoto Ogasawara and you'll want to raise the stock somehow.

The quickest way to do that is to serve me. Besides, if you tell me that you want to give me a massage that is aimed at being a first-rate masseuse, I am likely to be happy.

Makoto Ogasawara, who wants to restore his exposed ugliness, should be desperate to serve me. However, there is no reason to just massage.

"Ogasawara told me...? But the massage I've been giving you is for women only. It's a little different than a man's massage."

With all that whining, I headed to my desk. And when I opened the drawer, I retrieved the pre-prepared documents.

The document spells out a cod description, referred to as a massage for men. Most of them are sexy massages.

"I only have the paperwork, but I don't think it's sweet enough to see you just by reading it. Want to read it for once?

That's what I said and looked back, and I gave the paperwork to Makoto Ogasawara.

"Ki, you may not be able to do well like Mr. Castle Island...... I'll do my best!

Makoto Ogasawara, who received the documents offered, placed them in his bag as if they were important.

"Oh, and I'll give you that coat. It's getting really cold lately. You should wear it and go home."

Makoto Ogasawara, hearing my words, cuddled herself as she dyed her cheeks with joy. Regardless, Makoto Ogasawara is not holding himself, he is holding the coat he is wearing. I guess I was so happy.

I bought this coat for Makoto Ogasawara in the first place. Besides, I only bought it for this tutorial. There's no point in me having it.

Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in his uniform, woven his coat like he cared for it, and went home. He probably wanted to get to his desk as soon as possible, even a second, to tap the documents he received into his head.

This will reverse the standing position from tomorrow. Now, does Makoto Ogasawara only do what's written in the paperwork with silly honesty? Or will you entertain me with your application? Either way, Masaru Ogasawara's desire is also enhanced to the limit, so it will definitely be interesting.

I'm really excited to see what kind of service you're offering me.