Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

I'm not really convinced by the current situation right now. But I can't refuse. Besides, I can tell you that I don't know a bit about what's going to happen.

I mean, in short, maybe I can say it's mildly confusing.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, we're ready to merge..."

Makoto Ogasawara staring at me like that is naked.

"Oh, oh..."

And I snorted. I was naked, too.

Me lying on my back on the bed and Makoto Ogasawara straddling over that lumpy, expensive thing of mine and dropping his hips.

Makoto Ogasawara at the middle hip has his left hand on his knee and his right hand is turned from behind to below. The finger of Makoto Ogasawara's right hand gently supported the tip of my soaring male root. And the tip of my male root is addressed to Makoto Ogasawara's anus.

Makoto Ogasawara is about to insert my male root into his anus. I mean, I was trying to have anal sex.

Why has this happened? No, it was planned from the beginning to tailor Makoto Ogasawara into a meat potty dedicated to lust treatment. So the status quo is where I want to be.

But how much would anything suddenly pass? If you finished your tutoring at the mall yesterday and thought the service massage of Makoto Ogasawara was finally about to start today, you'd suddenly jump past anal sex and all sorts of things, wouldn't you?

Makoto Ogasawara's condition has been weird since morning. But I thought it was due to the fact that I had a full head about the service massage and couldn't get any sleep at all.

Now there was a bear under my eyes.

Makoto Ogasawara said he came up with it during class, but that time, when I saw Makoto Ogasawara in the school building, it already seemed like Makoto Ogasawara was going to encourage me to have anal sex. No, I just think I had already reached that conclusion as of yesterday.

Are you sure about this? Can I take the anal virgin of Makoto Ogasawara in this way? No, I feel like this is something different than taking it away. From a third-party point of view, isn't it rather me that's about to take something away from you?

Huh, idiot. What am I supposed to be deprived of? Besides, I couldn't find any reason to refuse Makoto Ogasawara's suggestion, so I'm just letting Makoto Ogasawara like it for now. Never been attacked.

"So... I'll merge"

"Ooh..."

Makoto Ogasawara stares at me with crisp eyes as he dyes his cheeks to a pearlescent color. Agreeing to the inquiry, Makoto Ogasawara's hips slowly began to sink.

I tried to convince myself for some reason, but I'm still not convinced. Have I made a very important mistake somewhere?

On the morning after finishing my tutoring at the mall, I was in the apartment's own room preparing my luggage for a snort altercation.

"Come on, let's skip Makoto Ogasawara's liver. He seemed to open his eyes and flash in his eyes."

That's how I put my boomerang pants in my bag.

Massage against me by Makoto Ogasawara, I dare to be naked in front of Makoto Ogasawara. I mean, you don't hide it, you get dressed in dignity.

Even I have shame. But I'm not putting that on the table.

It is only part of the massage and to appeal to the absence of fine dust such as sexual desire. And it's a three-step ploy to upset Makoto Ogasawara and make him lose his cool judgment by getting naked.

Most of all, one thing will get an erection, but I'll have to insist and push through that it's a menstrual phenomenon. Even an explanation for such a gorilla push would believe that idiot.

Besides, I'd rather have one thing erect. In time, you will not be ashamed, and you will expose everything with dignity.

Makoto Ogasawara will naturally be surprised to see that. But I don't even show fine dust upset. It is Makoto Ogasawara who will be ashamed. And here's what I think.

I've been scattered and shamed. But Mr. Castle Island isn't. I'm really only interested in massage from the bottom of my heart. How mundane I am.

Makoto Ogasawara, who has come to such thoughts, will serve me with sincerity while denigrating himself.

"And I will continue teaching Makoto Ogasawara. I need to remember to take my sexuality."

Stuffing her sexuality in the bag as she leaps her mind.

Makoto Ogasawara will start walking down the road as a meat potty, but if you ask me, it's still far from finished form. That's why you keep developing it from time to time while you make me serve you and bring it closer to the finished form.

With my massage boomerang pants and bags filled with sex equipment, I left my room in an exhilarating state. I never dreamed that would happen.

I arrived at high school and headed to the science office.

There was no popularity (Hiraki) indoors, and he had silently informed me that Makoto Ogasawara had not yet arrived.

Probably even studied massage all night. And when I fell asleep, I guess that's the place.

Fifteen minutes to wait. My phone vibrated in the inner pocket of my uniform jacket.

The incoming call was an email and the sender was Makoto Ogasawara. And the content, as I expected, was to say that I fell asleep.

I replied to the email so that I would go to school slowly without having to rush, and left the science department behind.

If it fits the accident in a hurry, everything will be ruined. Besides, Masaru Ogasawara's sleeper has been assumed. I thought there was a good chance of that.

So I decided to take a big look at the sleeper this time.

Arrive in the classroom and take your seat. There is no one in the classroom yet.

Thanks to the discontinuation of my tutoring in the science room, I had no time.

I had no choice but to take the book out of my bag, read the book and kill my spare time. It's the original Zombilion book, by the way. I could barely watch the movie yesterday. Because it was something that bothered me so much, I thought I'd read the original book and then watch the movie again.

When I realized, at some point, the classroom was overflowing with the lively voice of the students.

I'm obsessed with reading books. I didn't seem to realize that time had passed.

I'll put the book in my bag and get ready for class. And waited quietly for the start of the homeroom.

My third hour of class ended and I left the classroom to go to the toilet. And as I walked down the hallway, I found Makoto Ogasawara some distance away.

Hide in the shadow of the locker that holds the cleaning equipment that was right by your side and watch how it goes.

"Mako's still cute today. I mean, it's like she's getting cuter every day, but is there some kind of secret plan or something?

"You don't. Makoto is good, so if you try a little harder, you'll shine. It's not like us."

"Yes, yes. Besides, it's quiet, honest, kind and friendship. You feel like the perfect girl."

Surrounded by several female students, Makoto Ogasawara has a smile and a loving laugh. Yes, that's a loving laugh. I'm not laughing from the heart. That's about all I know.

"But what's going on today? You're more silent than usual, and you've got a bear under your eyes, right? You mean you're already starting to study hard for your exams?

"What? Makoto-chan is a brilliant student in the tenth grade, isn't he? I don't think you have to do that."

"That's stupid. It's not the same college we're after. Of course it's national, right? Wow. If you work hard, maybe you can go to the same college as that Castle Island guy. Nice."

"Is this Castle Island, a Japanese beauty? I want to be stared out of those slicing eyes for once..."

"I can't do it to you. But I'm talking about the fact that Jojima is very popular, and if you speak up, maybe you can answer me?

"I don't have the courage to speak up, this is..."

"Oh, I can see that..."

Makoto Ogasawara, responding with a pickle to the word Castle Island, looked at the girl student laughing in the front as she opened her eyes softly, smiling.

My face is still laughing, but my eyes aren't laughing.

It doesn't seem that different from before in terms of being toyed with, but it doesn't feel like I'm being jerked off.

Well, Makoto Ogasawara seems basically grown-up and silent outside of me. Besides, it's something adorable like an exquisitely crafted doll, so you'll also want to flirt with it.

I want you to be nice and quiet even before me.

Several more female students joined where the conversation was flourishing, and they could no longer see Makoto Ogasawara at its center. You're totally turned into a toy.

You heard the noise there. Tanaka broke in and things converged instantly. That's the leader presence of the group. Good at handling people.

If Tanaka were here for now, there would be no problem. That's what I thought, and I walked out to the bathroom opposite of those with Makoto Ogasawara and the others.

It was after school and I headed to the warehouse willingly, holding the bag I had brought from the apartment. Moreover, it arrived in the warehouse earlier than usual, partly because it was somewhat of a rush.

What exactly is Makoto Ogasawara doing? Anyway, I'm not looking forward to it.

When I opened the door and went inside the warehouse, Makoto Ogasawara had already sat on the couch and waited. And when you realize I exist, you get up. The look was crisp and tight, staring at me with powerful eyes.

Mr. Castle Island, I need you to look at something.

Usually it's like, "Good luck!" A cheerful greeting flies in, but Makoto Ogasawara, who said so at the very opening, moved the table placed in front of the couch into the corner, moving instead the cabinet placed in the corner of the warehouse in front of the couch.

I don't know what you're going to do, but okay, why don't I take your measures?

Moving to the couch, I lowered my hips and put my feet together, paying attention to Makoto Ogasawara's words and actions.

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me and dyeing his cheeks to a pearlescent color, bowed to me as he stood behind the cabinet.

"Kohon, well, I'm just going to get started"

Makoto Ogasawara, with his fist on his mouth and a light cough, lifted something off the floor as he bowed himself. That looked like a large eyed plate wrapped in cloth.

"There was a castle island named Mr. Castle Island."

With the story of Makoto Ogasawara, the cloth that was wrapping things like plates fell off in a harrowed fashion. It was the drawing paper that showed up. It was the drawing paper that I thought was the board. Moreover, the painting paper depicted strange objects.

Flowers? Is that it? A bug plant? Such a creepy plant-like thing swarms the ground. It's like hell.

And a purple nut floats in the universe. Could it be the sun? Why is it purple?

Something else like a giant green monster or a grass bigger than that monster. And objects like dead branches pierced the circle.

An object with a dead branch piercing that circle is probably a person. Kindergarten kids write like that.

In other words, it turns out that Makoto Ogasawara is devastatingly unpretentious.

"Mr. Castle Island said it was Mr. Castle Island and wherever he cut it was Mr. Castle Island"

Makoto Ogasawara, who specializes in such unintelligible things, wraps around the picture paper with parallies. What showed up was... well, it was a distinctive painting similar to the first one or stopping by.

"Makoto Ogasawara wanted to give back to Mr. Castle Island."

Painting paper to be rolled again. And an abstract, in a sense artistic, painting that appears.

I don't care, but I can't find anything in common with the story and the picture like this. Do I need that painting?

"Makoto Ogasawara thought. I thought about it at night without sleeping. How can I heal Mr. Castle Island's fatigue..."

More scrolling paper and a hell of a picture to appear on. It looks like the world is in flames, but what the hell did you try to draw?

"I checked against the material borrowed from Mr. Castle Island and troubled him until the sky was white. And when I realized I was asleep..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who looks sober, wraps up perali and painting paper.

whale...... is it? I feel like a whale from spraying water like a fountain from my back. However, the background looks like a universe.

I don't understand it at all, but if he sees it, he's gonna admire it. So abstract and distinctive. Besides, it is an inconceivable use of color, but it is somewhat balanced.

"I had a lack of sleep, so I fell asleep during class. And I didn't understand the class when I woke up on the way, so I painted and killed my time..."

Makoto Ogasawara looking even more depressed. Oh, I knew you had nothing to do with the story and the painting. Did you just paint and play to kill time?

... Koitsu, you've often maintained your top grades in the school year. Are geniuses and idiots paper heavy, somewhat genius-like idiots?

"And by the end of my sixth hour of class, I had come up with an amazing way! That's this!

Pelari and scrolling painting paper. Something about the geometry that appeared.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea. Could you explain it to me orally, if possible?"

"Of course it is. Even I'm not sure what I painted!

"... hey"

Seeking an explanation for the unintelligible painting, Makoto Ogasawara, taking his hand off the drawing paper, stretched his chest and said something grandiose and silly.

You don't even know what you painted, what happens to my struggle to think about a painting that doesn't make any sense? It's like I'm an idiot.

I glanced at the idiot with my jit eyes while I was frustrated.

"Uh, I mean... Kohon"

Makoto Ogasawara, who dyed her slightly reddish cheeks bright red and closed her eyes and fisted her mouth, coughs gently. And when I opened my eyes, I walked with Tokotoko and sat right next to me.

Makoto Ogasawara, sitting next to me leaning against me, looks at me with a flicker.

I don't know, it's getting vain to stick out and get ready and come into the warehouse willingly.

"I thought of something amazing..."

"So what? It's amazing."

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me with his raucous eyes, reaches softly toward my hand. When I asked Makoto Ogasawara back with that hand in his hand, Makoto Ogasawara, who looked slightly upset, reached for my hand and reached out to me.

"Hey, that's why I'm asking you what a great way!

"Let me shake your hand honestly. Yikes! Even though it's a tundra, there's more!

Makoto Ogasawara, who stared at me with a kick, held me in his arms. And when you bury your face in my chest complaining, you're smelling it.

What the hell is that? Besides, I'm not a tundra. Tundele is actually a delightful guy, isn't he? I really don't like it.

Makoto Ogasawara, who won't hold me and try to leave me, and me, who will be forced to pull that Makoto Ogasawara.

Then for a while, our fight continued on the couch.

Makoto Ogasawara, finally feeling better after about twenty minutes, is pouring hot water into the sudden. But for some reason, there's only one hot water swallow available. Normally, you don't have to say anything. It brews my share.

Ogasawara, can you make me some tea?

That's what I said to Makoto Ogasawara standing in front of the pot. My throat is dry because I was fighting on the couch.

But there's no response from Makoto Ogasawara. On the contrary, when I looked at Chirali and me, I turned away from Tung and his face.

What is that defiant attitude? Apparently, you're in good shape.

Yesterday's tutoring at the cinema seemed like a lot of whips. But then I arrived home carrying Makoto Ogasawara. I didn't think so, but did the area become candy?

Or what the hell is this situation? My prediction was that Makoto Ogasawara, who had been studying all night, would want to work on a massage as soon as I arrived at the warehouse.

Predictions are quite uneven. Well, they're the ones. It's usual for Makoto Ogasawara to push my predictions diagonally up, and I'm just getting used to it. So that's fine, well, what's the matter?

Here's one thing, it's nice to excite a thoughtful whip to make out what you call your position.

"Hey, Ogasawa. - La?

Keeping his mind tight, he turned his gaze as he called the name of Makoto Ogasawara with a slightly lower voice, and Pasari and something fell to the ground.

What you see is a white back. It's Makoto Ogasawara's back making tea with his back to me. The uniform is supposed to be black, but Makoto Ogasawara's back is white.

Lowering his gaze, it is the uniform, or black sailor clothes worn by Makoto Ogasawara, that are falling to the ground.

Not long after I understood what had happened, once again, Pasari and something fell to the ground.

White ass in sight. On the ground fell the black pleated skirt that Makoto Ogasawara has worn so far.

When I look up again, I see the naked Makoto Ogasawara turning his back on me in my sight.

Yes? Why? Why are you naked? Why are you taking it off? If I had ordered it, it wasn't in those circumstances or in the atmosphere.

I can't find any context in the behavior of Makoto Ogasawara, who suddenly stripped out and was completely naked.

Shit, my thoughts don't spin well because of all the rushing behavior that pushed me too far through anything. I myself understand best that this is my biggest weakness.

If you take the time to work out measures and get all the numerous ploys you have prepared assuming every situation ruined, your thoughts won't be able to keep up with the situation. I mean, I'm missing something called flexible thinking and ad hoc response.

That is why we try to do more than necessary and try to be prepared everywhere so that we are not pushed into unexpected situations.

"The material borrowed from Mr. Castle Island said that men relax physically and mentally when they ejaculate. So that's what I thought, trying to get you to ejaculate once before you go into the massage."

Makoto Ogasawara's face, holding one yukawa in his hand and saying so and looking back, was red as it burned.

Makoto Ogasawara, who came next to me naked with his socks and shoes on, holds the hot water swallow with both hands as he sits on the couch and breathes with his hufu. And he offered me the hot water.

"But I'm talking about Mr. Castle Island, who's serious and dumb everywhere, so I thought I couldn't just allow him to get a massage. I'm sure you won't be able to get the training out of your head."

Listening to Makoto Ogasawara's words, he received the offered yukata.

"Then I wondered if there was any way I could train Mr. Castle Island while giving him a massage. Then there was that dream way."

Makoto Ogasawara's face staring at me is as red as ever to burn. But his eyes were lit with some suspicious light.

"Mr. Castle Island, you have it, don't you? You know, the kind of thing that can impose training on me..."

A softly stretched hand gently touched my groin.

"Even I know. You're going to ejaculate here, right? And it's convenient and sticky. I mean..."

Sausage gently mows my groin and my groin swells against my will.

"You just have to merge! In other words, Mr. Castle Island ejaculates and relaxes physically and mentally, putting this rod-shaped thing in my butt in the process. Then what do you say! I can massage and ejaculate my buttocks at the same time! How about this reverse full base home run idea!

Makoto Ogasawara, with her eyes open, held up the opposite hand from the one rubbing my groin and made a gripping fist. And he's nodded a lot more than once.

What are you talking about? I don't really understand what you're saying. A merger, huh?

"I've never seen the real thing, but I have the knowledge I taught in insurance sports classes! As far as the painting goes, it's similar to the butt stick, isn't it? Moreover, ejaculation is the eruption of liquid objects, which I also taught in health and physical education classes!

"... heh, yeah"

I could only snort at Makoto Ogasawara, whose thoughts did not spin well.

No, don't give up thinking. You're never going to be busy. But I'm in an unexpected situation, and what's so sappy?

"Training to put sticks in your buttocks and activate bowel activity! Plus, I did it yesterday, but I trained my butt, its, or enema, to eliminate waste from the intestines and improve beauty and health benefits! If you put Mr. Castle Island's stick in my butt and ejaculate inside, don't you think you can do it all at the same time!?

"... oh, no, well... maybe so"

I feel convinced by Makoto Ogasawara's theory of power that follows.

What Makoto Ogasawara is saying is something I'm going to do eventually. So I don't feel like there's any point in denying it, but I don't interpret it.

"And if you use this at the same time, you may be able to breast milk!

That's what Makoto Ogasawara took out of his back: a milking machine. Is that my tool? Why do you have it? Did you steal it again? Hmm? No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The milker

... No way, did you buy it for sale or something? You took possession of my milking machine without my knowledge?

"Other things, I've been preparing for. For training only! I'll say it again because it's important. I've got it for training!

Makoto Ogasawara, who emphasises the word training slowly, took tools, no, and sexual objects out of his back one after another.

Pink rotors or small cap-shaped objects. Besides, there is even a small aspirator.

He was more embedded in masturbation than I imagined? What non eating face in front of me, educated you called training, and at home you say you were dawning on masturbation like crazy?

This is just a little, no, pretty... pull. Wow.

"Oh, what is that jito eye! Beh, I didn't buy it because it feels good! I was just apprenticing Mr. Castle Island too and developing a lot of training I could do myself!

I said I bought it now. Did you buy it after all?

Makoto Ogasawara is desperately making excuses for not being able to hide his impatience.

Ha, no, no, no, no matter how much I say this, it's too late.

"It's never because I feel good!

"... So it doesn't feel good?

"… good though"

Makoto Ogasawara shrugs in a whisper as he puts his thump into Makoto Ogasawara, who has raised his voice with momentum.

"Damn, that doesn't matter now. Awesome! Come on, it's training. Training! Don't stick around and start training!

"... ooh, ooh"

I was caught sneering at the momentum of Makoto Ogasawara, who stood up to me and was trying to make everything aye-free.

All right, this is it? No, what Makoto Ogasawara is saying fits my purpose perfectly. On the contrary, you told me from Makoto Ogasawara, so I should be happy. It's nothing more than evidence that the tuning is going well.

But it is also true that there is no excuse. While I get a massage from Makoto Ogasawara, I can also train Makoto Ogasawara. To that end, I insert my male root into Makoto Ogasawara's anus, move it like an anal stick, stimulate the intestine, and ejaculate internally to create an effect similar to that of an enema.

Uncomplainable ideal tutorial. Because it can promote the feminization of the anus of Makoto Ogasawara without departing from the behavioral philosophy of training massages.

But would you think normally and come to such a conclusion? Originally, I'm supposed to direct Makoto Ogasawara by my measures, but Makoto Ogasawara is creating the ideal expansion on its own.

It's too convenient for me to expand.

"Did I say something weird?

Makoto Ogasawara, who looked at me softly, peeking anxiously into my face with a bright red face.

Weird thing... right, it's all weird. I'm only uncomfortable. But I can't say it's any weirder than not deviating from training.

Why don't I just say it? That's because I feel like I'm being psychologically inducted from Makoto Ogasawara.

Even though it's a convenient development for me, it feels like it's being manipulated from Makoto Ogasawara.

Are you sure? Can I get on it? There is no inconvenience. Ideal indeed. I have no words to give it back. I guess that's why the alarm is ringing in my brain.

"Mr. Castle Island? Me, I thought hard, can't I?

Tears accumulate in my lukewarm eyes.

The alarm rings, but there is no way out. Because if you reject Makoto Ogasawara's suggestion, it means that you will not be able to insert male roots into Makoto Ogasawara's anus in the future at the same time. Then I won't be able to make Makoto Ogasawara meat potty.

"... no, I think that's a great suggestion"

I didn't answer that.

"Well, so what, there was one problem..."

"Problem?"

Masaru Ogasawara, bent to shame, is twisting his fingers tangled in front of his chest.

What the hell are you shy of now that you're sitting next to me naked and you want me to insert a male root in your anus, and you'll be embarrassed enough to be too much at that point?

"Well, the... butthole, and it's dirty. morning and that and I've been cleaning up in the bathroom just now...... can you confirm, please?

Makoto Ogasawara, who stood up so, opened the door of that cabinet and started fishing for something as he moved to the cabinet.

I have a tutoring tool in the cabinet that seems to be fine if I find it. And what Makoto Ogasawara took out was a large eye test tube and a pen light. It's something I always use in the science room to observe the inside of my anus.

"Oh, hey, give me the lotion."

"It's okay, you don't have to use lotions to get in, because we've already experimented - uh-huh."

Makoto Ogasawara, who bowed forward with one hand on the cabinet, inserted a test tube into her anus that was as good as a milk bottle with her butt protruding toward me.

Test tube to be inserted in a lukewarm way. He said he'd been cleaning it up, but I guess he swept it down in the toilet in the school building. Looks like my anus was already broken.

"Or, confirm, please…"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so absurdly in his breath, offered me a pen light as he moved in front of me. Upon receiving that penlight, Makoto Ogasawara, who turned his back on me, bowed forward and stuck his ass out.

Test tube inserted in the anus with a puff. And the inside of the anus exposed by that test tube is exposed to my eyes and nose tip. Close enough to see the inside without having to illuminate it with pen lights.

"Oh, I had an enema in the morning before I left the house, and when I arrived at school, I let it out. Then I had an enema before the third hour of class, took the class as it was, and put it out for lunch break. And I had an enema on the spot and let it out before I got here..."

I couldn't say anything back to the content of the words spoken while I was somewhat distracted.

Did you put up with the drainage after injecting the enema, even though you did not order anything, and you were stuffy on your own? And three times.

You say you did the same thing yourself the next day, savoring so much pain in the cinema?

"What do you say? Or is it dirty after all?

An anxious whisper that reaches my ear. Makoto Ogasawara's anus was bright pink and exposed to its depths by an inserted test tube, but it was really beautiful.

"Also, if it's dirty and unusable, can't you substitute it here?

Makoto Ogasawara, whose anxiety swelled on me silently, with his hands turned to his buttocks, attached his fingers under the anus where the test tube was inserted, that is, to the left and right of the female genitals, and opened to its limits.

The packed and open female genitals infuse an endless amount of love fluid from that tiny hole that is cracked.

Makoto Ogasawara has promoted the use of female genitals as a substitute for anus. As if to say that I have no value or fine dust.

The figure was no longer the meat potty itself.

"Oh, oh... no, I'll do the training using my anus as always"

"Kee, aren't you dirty?

"Yes, I'm fine. If it's so beautiful, there's nothing wrong with it."

I don't know that and I haven't confirmed whether Makoto Ogasawara is a virgin or a non-virgin. But it's probably a virgin.

Makoto Ogasawara's virgin was going to rob him to use things. I was supposed to call it part of my training and rob him to use tools.

That's what makes my anus so dirty that they want me to use my female genitals as a substitute, and my thoughts are on the verge of collapsing.

He made a statement going further up the meat potty statue I was drawing. Moreover, the difference between being ordered and proceeding from oneself is historical.

Makoto Ogasawara thinks he's a tool? Otherwise, such remarks would not pop up.

Self-esteem as a person cannot allow such a statement.

"Oh, good. I don't have a problem with either, but if I don't use my anus, I won't be training for a massage."

Makoto Ogasawara, who got up and pulled the test tube out of his anus, laughed as if he was horrified to see me, even as he roughed his breath.

I am aware that I am somewhat broken. But I am also aware that it is not broken in the true sense when I am aware of it.

But how's he doing? Do you understand how much I'm saying I'm off track? You really assumed it was massage training, and you were going to dedicate your virginity flat out with it? Or are you so broken that you can't compare it to me?

He swallowed up gokuri and spit, desperately containing the rising fear.

"So, shall we begin?

Makoto Ogasawara, who smiled and told me so, offered me his right hand.

"Well, first, stay in bed. Oh, me too, I'm ready..."

I distracted myself from Makoto Ogasawara, grabbed my right wrist with my left hand and said so.

Seeing me like that, Makoto Ogasawara, with his brow butt down and a slightly sad face, nodded and walked out to bed.

I couldn't take the hand I was offered. I was shaking, my hand. I didn't just want Makoto Ogasawara to know that.

I guess now. We no longer have to reopen it.

Taking my uniform off and naked, I headed toward Makoto Ogasawara, who was waiting while sitting in gym on the bed.

The fact that I finally came to bed brings a glowing smile to Makoto Ogasawara's face.

Don't be swallowed. Don't be frightened. Don't be afraid. If Makoto Ogasawara is broken, that's also convenient for this one. Yes, it is inevitable that this development will be too convenient. There is no need to worry about discomfort.

"Here we go. I don't talk. Show me what you've learned."

That's what I said. I went up to bed, and I fell asleep on my back.

"Yes. I'll try."

Makoto Ogasawara, who answered my query that way, comes close to me sleeping on all fours. And he got on his knees right next to me.

"Ugh, can I get on top... okay?

"Oh, you don't have to get confirmation either. Do whatever you want."

Makoto Ogasawara, with his eyes swimming in my answer, crossed over me like he said he was terrified. Breathing abnormally fast because of nervousness. And its whole body was also slightly peachy stained like a full cherry blossom.

"Sa, can I touch it, please?

Makoto Ogasawara on my belly, staring at me with tearful eyes, asks me so. I suppose you're asking me if I can touch the male root.

"So I'm telling you you don't mind if I do. Do what you want."

Answering that, Makoto Ogasawara, who rang his throat with cockroach, turned his right hand behind his back and gently touched the tip of my male root.

"Sh, it's slippery. Plus, it's tough but puffy..."

At the fingertips of the touch, the male root reacts with the vicun at will. Makoto Ogasawara, who felt it or looked surprised when he opened his eyes, then laughed Kusuri.

"It's kind of like another creature."

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and slowly raised his hips, stopped his posture once with his right hand attached to my male root, with his forebending middle waist. He then lowered his hips to crouch from it, adjusting the position of the male root with the accompanying right hand, while pointing its tip towards his anus.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, we're ready to merge..."

The lower back movement stops perfectly, conveying the feel of the anus entrance from the tip of the male root.

"So... I'll merge"

"Ooh..."

Makoto Ogasawara stares at me with crisp eyes as he dyes his cheeks to a pearlescent color. Agreeing to the inquiry, Makoto Ogasawara's hips slowly began to sink.

Zuluri and swallowed male roots.

"Huh."

"Knock."

Makoto Ogasawara, who trembles his hips with Vikri, and me, whose hips jump at will as well.

Feel of meat tightening up my male roots as I twirl. Very hot, and cramped, but that hole that glides with the nuggets swallows my male roots easily.

It was too unimaginable a feeling and a pleasure.