Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

"You're just tired..."

I'm going to my desk in my room, and if I'm staring at the computer screen, I take my glasses off and hold my eyeballs with my fingers. And I made a big stretch.

This past week, my average daily sleep is out of three hours. That's all there is to it, but Makoto Ogasawara's tutorial is in parallel. It's pretty tough in terms of mental strength, too.

"Besides, when I had less harvest for my effort. Damn, what the hell..."

I started looking into Sasaki, but the more I looked into it, the further away it became from Makoto Ogasawara.

It's a well-known fact that rumors have a tail attached to them, but it's odd nonetheless.

Because I try not to have direct contact with Sasaki, listening is really the main thing.

Besides, Sasaki and I have a limit to come close to him and listen to him. If someone who hasn't even met before spreads his affection and approaches him, everyone will have mistrust.

After careful investigation based on them, the facts I learned unnecessarily bothered me.

"It is likely that Makoto Ogasawara and Tatsuya Sasaki have never been in contact on campus since enrolling in high school..."

Though I thought it was odd that it didn't involve me, Tatsuya Sasaki doesn't even seem to be involved with Makoto Ogasawara in the first place.

Because of this, it is an indisputable fact that Tatsuya Sasaki and Makoto Ogasawara are childhood friendly patterns. And I also know that it was a pretty intimate pattern in middle school.

According to his story from the same middle school, he seems to have been witnessed many times walking with him on boarding and dropping out of school, as well as holding hands together and sneaking eyes at it.

Then it's hard to get to the assumption that we're former lovers and now we're broke, but there are rumors that refute that assumption.

Even though they're that close, there's never been a rumor that they're socializing before, including in middle school.

Those are the two people who stand out. There are rumors that people are socializing even if they just witness the holding of hands, but they are even witnessing the scene where they are holding each other. And yet it's a strange story to say that there are no rumors.

That's why, but whatever, the distance is close but the atmosphere is different or something. They were talking about how they seemed more like good brothers and sisters than lovers.

Well, I've heard that heterosexuals who spent their childhood together have difficulty having romantic feelings. Is it similar to that?

But even weirder. Lovers may break down and distance each other, but why did two people who were as close and intimate as brothers and sisters suddenly distance themselves after enrolling in high school?

"I'm sure it was on purpose. Otherwise there should be rumors going around that we're broke. I mean, Tatsuya Sasaki and Makoto Ogasawara don't interfere with each other, but they still pretend to be good friends."

But why bother? I can't help but feel that uncomfortable, as if I care about someone.

"I have a better chance of working with intuition than thinking about it. But thanks, you don't like to move intuitively without certainty..."

Family Facts I heard from Makoto Ogasawara at the mall. That and the “really good girl” statement that Makoto Ogasawara said when he waved about his sister-in-law.

Based on them, my instincts keep whispering. Said it was all held by Makoto Ogasawara's sister-in-law.

"Then you can find out, but how will you find out..."

Shizuka Ogasawara, Shizuka Ogasawara, who made Makoto Ogasawara's stepsister and inherited the blood of the Ogasawara family.

What we know now is that he is two years younger than Makoto Ogasawara and is currently in third grade secondary school. And that he is enrolled in a middle school attended by Makoto Ogasawara and Tatsuya Sasaki. To that extent.

"Ah, shit, no facial juniors since it's not my local area, and that's why I'm asking them into middle school..."

There are some means of approaching a guy from the same middle school as Makoto Ogasawara and getting him introduced to his junior year, but that's a bit of a way to try to get information about Shizuka Ogasawara. Whatever you think is too unnatural.

Even if you are in direct contact with Shizuka Ogasawara by accident, I would like to have some trump cards so that this one can proceed to the advantage. Then we only have to gather information, but that doesn't work.

In short, it's octagonal.

"Sasaki isn't involved anyway, it doesn't matter to me what kind of sister-in-law she is, and I have a hand in letting her go at this point, but that doesn't refresh my feelings"

After completing the tutorial of Makoto Ogasawara and undergoing the transformation into a complete pork potty, I would love to see my beloved Makoto Ogasawara used as a toilet in front of Sasaki.

But you can't enjoy it from the bottom of your heart any more than Sasaki's standing isn't clear.

"Uh, there's a way, but you don't want to use it if you can..."

There are really suitable people to gather information about Sasaki and Shizuka Ogasawara.

Very easy to move from not having a cracked face, and being submissive to me, my mouth is stronger than anything else. Plus Shizuka Ogasawara and the same sex, or woman.

If you want to get information about Shizuka Ogasawara, it's the quickest way to get in touch with friends of the same sex. Then it would also be possible to approach without being alarmed if there were female collaborators.

The person must be in high school where I was supposed to go. I was supposed to enroll and graduate as president of the prestigious further school, private Makoto High School for two years, Sakanaaki Sakanaka.

This is the first woman I've ever tutored as a meat potty, and it's a failure. So as far as I'm concerned, it's black history. I'd hate to see you again if I could, but it's definitely a talent I can use.

"But I changed my phone when I moved, and I erased all the addresses. You can't keep in touch. Then think of other measures..."

Tap on your phone screen whining about that. I erased all the addresses of the people I used to have friends with, but I didn't even erase the memories in my head.

"Good memory is also an idea in some cases..."

Move your finger and enter the number. And the phone number displayed on your phone's display. If the number of your cell phone in foster care hasn't changed, you can push the call and it will connect.

I don't want to see her if I can, but if there's nothing wrong with seeing her, there's nothing wrong with her. When I got out of my parents' house, I just wanted to erase all of those past events.

"Oh, I'm an idiot too. That was two years ago when foster care was obedient. If you try him, you can scatter all you want. Tuned quotes, like they were dumped like garbage. Maybe he resents me a lot."

It's strangely fun to think so. It doesn't matter if you're nostalgic or happy from a failure, except if you resent me.

While resenting me, the pleasure engraved in its flesh won't go away so easily. Even after being dumped from me, I can't forget the pleasure of the time and I may be comforting myself. resenting me and weeping.

Or it is possible that they have stepped off the road because they met me and used it as a meat potty by both men.

Two years after that. I was a kid in foster care at the time, but after two years I should be pretty grown up. I'm dying to see what kind of transformation we're going through.

"I was left out of Makoto Ogasawara's poison, but it's been a long time since Dos Black's emotions have boiled in."

When I thought of it, I couldn't contain my impulse. Just imagine the eyes in the foster care staring resentfully at me, and my groin swells.

I tapped the call on the display and excitedly put my phone to my ear.

Now, what the hell is your reaction to the moment you hear my voice when you answer the phone? Will it make me curse? Will I cry for so much remorse?

Anyway, he was taught for four years, from six years in elementary to three years in secondary school. Scattered and still obedient everywhere, he put up a failing rettel in foster care and eventually threw it away. There's no reason you don't resent me.

"Is that it? You're not answering. Are you asleep?

When I check the wall clock with my phone in my ear, the time is two o'clock in the middle of the night.

It would have been late at night if I had called before, but it would have been early in the morning, but I answered with one call.

"You're kidding me about sleeping in a foster home."

Once I hung up the call, I tried to hang up again.

"Whoa!? He refused to call! That son of a bitch, you're gonna wake up... and wait, oh, yeah..."

I tried to throw my phone against the wall in too much anger, but I noticed something and thought of it.

I remember the number of my phone in foster care, but you don't know the number of my phone in foster care right now. If you get a call from a number you don't know at this hour, then there's no way you're answering.

Whenever I try to hang up in the first place, I won't be answering calls from numbers I don't know if I'm inside. Because he's fucking serious.

"Do I have to e-mail you once to let you know it's me? Email address...... what the hell"

I remember your phone number, but your maid is just as tight. No, I feel like I have a memory in the corner of my head.

"You've never hung an appliance before. Uh, shit, I care. If this is the case, I'll leave you with the graduation album."

I spread my notebook on my desk frustrated, and I took a note out of one end of the address floating in my brain.

It's not clear at the point in my mind, but writing it on my notebook as a letter this way brings back memories of the time clearly... maybe.

Then I struggled for about two hours, and there were four addresses I wrote on my notebook. I felt like one of them looked like an address in foster care. I'm not sure.

If it doesn't connect, that's fine, but if it does, there's a chance it's not inside. So I want to avoid giving names.

Anyway, it's quite famous when it comes to the Castle Island family. I don't even think I can get my legs around texting, but I can't do anything bad.

When that happens, should I write something like a code that only me and Inner Chung can know? Then you'd think the irrelevant guy was a mistake or a jerk.

"I can know if it's just me and Inner Chung... right"

Body painting naked to make them shop in convenience stores, or drawing school swimsuits with body painting as well, and they went to the pool. I had a conversation with a stranger in that state, and when a man noticed an anomaly in foster care and was surprised, he burst into laughter.

And then you can insert a dog ear naked and an anal vibe with a dog's tail into your anus and walk around the residential area in the middle of the night? Raising one leg in a crawling state on all fours and catching piss on the pole during foster care was truly hilarious.

And, yeah, the funniest part was...

"I wonder if it's the most impressive thing that made me masturbate on the lecture floor during the whole school rally. He's hiding on the stage speaking in his true face. His lower body stays cramped and he's gonna squirt his piss. He's gonna squirt the tide. So there was a water hoard on the floor..."

In order for it to go inside, it was necessary to bring the foster child up to the stage. I thought about it a lot, but in the middle school I went to, the student chairman always greets me during the whole school rally. So if you become the student chairman, you will enjoy every school rally.

I had a lot of trouble, but I enjoyed it. After all, you shouldn't spare any effort to have fun. Hard work is the best way to enjoy it.

But did you say that the tutoring at that whole school rally caused the failure, or that you were noticed as having failed?

When I started tutoring in foster care, I was in Little Six. Normally, you should be ashamed of your consciousness as a woman. But foster careers were more dependent on me than on shame because of the environment in which they were placed. That's why I was obedient, but with my orders, I exposed myself fine and indecent in public.

I never ordered it, but if I had ordered him to masturbate naked in front of a lot of men, he would have done it flat. On the contrary, even if he ordered a stranger to perform sexual service, he would have gladly obeyed.

In a way, you feel like you're looking right as a meat potty, but you're not having fun when you can do it too flat. After all, shame is important.

I failed to discern that fact, and I failed to nurture shame in foster care. It was masturbation at the whole school rally that I realized the mistake.

Even if you regret it, you're already late. He tried desperately to embarrass me when I pointed him out. But what I'm playing is clearly visible. I mean, it was a lie.

That's how I ended up putting up a failing rettel all over the inside. But until I left my parents' house, I was using it.

"That's not true. I was thinking of a code that only me and Inner Chung could understand. Hmmm......"

It's easiest to understand what happened at the time of tutoring, but that's not right. If the maid is in foster care, it's fine, but if it's someone else, I'm in trouble.

Then what's in the cipher...

"It was certainly the second private room from behind the public toilet in Young Leaf Park that took his anal virgin..."

If it's a meat potty, it looks good to be used in a thin, dirty public toilet like a meat potty, or so you did it by spreading anal offense.

"I remember clearly, but I don't know about foster care. Okay, let's do this."

Young Leaf Park, public toilet, second private room from the back, if you know who it is, reply when you do. I typed that and sent an email.

After all, he left his room to attend school withstanding his laziness, unable to sleep.

And there was no reply to the e-mail. I tried to send emails to the other three addresses in the same sentence, but only one felt like an address in foster care. So I decided to wait about a day.

Nevertheless, lazy through sleepiness. And I want to get one shot out asexually. I just want to spit out my desire without thinking about it. And I want to sleep.

Does lack of sleep increase your libido?

He dives through the school gate as he bites down the yawn and heads to the lift.

It was different from several students with morning practice in the club activities, but otherwise it is still not popular (one person). So is that, because it's still a long time before you go to school.

Training in the science room in the early morning has also become completely habitual. I don't care how much sleep you lack because of that, your legs are good for school.

"Ha, it's been a long weekend since I've been off tutoring..."

Arrive at the lifting mouth, put the outer wear in your shoebox and remove the inner wear instead.

I want to rest in the mountains, but I haven't solved one case of Sasaki or Shizuka Ogasawara. My personality makes it impossible to rest like that.

Well, I don't really like sleeping in the first place. When I said I would do something else, it would be about the tutorial of Makoto Ogasawara.

When we arrived in the science room, Makoto Ogasawara was already waiting.

Until now, humiliation tutoring, which observes and photographs the interior of the anus, has been the main tutoring of mouth pornography lately.

Adult videos, adult magazines, etc. basically get mosaics on their genitals. For this reason, I had to give verbal instructions, and Masaki Ogasawara constricted because I was the first one to do so, and I didn't go as far as I thought.

Still, I usually give instructions carefully even though it's creepy on the inside, and I proceed with my tutoring carefully and in an orderly manner.

I couldn't get as much information as I thought about Sasaki or Shizuka Ogasawara, and then I couldn't get in touch with Rikanaka, who I wanted to use as a trump card, and I had trouble sleeping there.

Clarified, I didn't feel like educating Makoto Ogasawara, as I usually do.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was sitting in a chair properly and laying his hands on his thighs, hurried up and bowed his head deeply when he noticed me coming into the science room.

Tutoring in the science room is limited in time. Besides that, Makoto Ogasawara's awkward mouth pornography doesn't even lead to medium ejaculation.

He says not to worry, but as for Makoto Ogasawara, he seems to care a lot.

If you think about it, the main thing until now is to develop the flesh of Makoto Ogasawara, and Makoto Ogasawara would have liked to have just followed my instructions. But when it comes to service, the story is different. Makoto Ogasawara must improve his own technology.

Besides, there is a visible norm called ejaculation. Whether we were able to achieve the norm or not, we will be able to poke at a reality that cannot be escaped.

No, I really don't care. But that's not how I feel today. Anyway, I can't wait to exhale my libido.

"Ogasawara, take off your uniform jacket. And just take off your underwear while you're wearing your skirt. Right away, hurry up."

Makoto Ogasawara, who looked nervous when he felt my atmosphere was different, immediately took off his uniform jacket when he replied with a whisper that seemed to disappear.

But my hands shake and it doesn't work. I was sexually frustrated to see that.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll take it off right away."

Makoto Ogasawara, rattled and trembling, jumped freakedly as I tongued, overflowing with tears from his eyes at once.

Forcing a frightened opponent is not a hobby. But for some reason, I'm somewhat excited today.

One of my things was unusually swollen as I watched Makoto Ogasawara desperately trying to take off his uniform jacket with tears and runny nose.

"Come on, how long are you gonna keep him waiting?"

"Ha, ha! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I lowered my hips to the chair I had by my side and raised my voice tyrannically without even trying to hide my frustration. Makoto Ogasawara is even more frightened because of it and can't even open the zipper properly to the rest of the tremor.

"Enough, come here and kneel. Just do it."

It's not a bad idea to indulge in frightening, but the impulsive desire to spit out your libido as soon as possible is stronger.

"Ha, ha"

On my order, Makoto Ogasawara, who refused to open the zipper on his uniform jacket, kicked the floor towards me so that he could jump out.

"Geez."

"Chip."

Makoto Ogasawara falls forward. My anxiety caused my legs to snap and I got hurt.

Besides, the momentum jumped out well, so naturally it will be hugely cocky.

My whole body was stiff because I was even more frightened, and I didn't think it was in such a condition that I could take the reception, although not very much.

By the time I made that decision, Makoto Ogasawara had been stopped by me. Apparently, I was jumping before I thought about it.

"How can you smell like a donkey?"

"Excuse me..."

Hold the stopped Makoto Ogasawara tightly and exhale an aversion inconsistent with his behavior.

Makoto Ogasawara, who made his face red to burn, was looking up at me and moisturizing his eyes.

The sweet aroma of the drifting Makoto Ogasawara and its softness, felt by holding it tight.

Thin neck or weak shoulders. Because he was trying to take off his uniform jacket, his chest has been kicked in the skin and he can see the valley of his clavicle and chest.

raised clavicle and plenty of breasts. It was simultaneously brewing decadent weakness and fleshy lusciousness.

Moist black eyes staring at me and thin open moist poor lips. And peach-stained cheeks. Those are the silent stories. You can do whatever you want.

Castle Island. Mm-hmm.

When I realized it, I was blocking Makoto Ogasawara's lips.

An open black eye swings in an instant, and is closed. The power of the hand that was grabbing my arm gradually fell out, too.

With Makoto Ogasawara on the floor, I roll up my uniform jacket and suck it on the tip of its busty breast.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock."

Makoto Ogasawara, who gasps at himself, is biting his fingers sharply. Apparently, he's desperately trying to stay rational.

I want to destroy that reason.

Caress the opposite breast with your left hand as you suck it into your breast, then stick your right hand inside your skirt.

I ordered you to take off your underwear, and this idiot can't even satisfy such simple orders. It's really stupid, it's too stupid to shudder off, but only this flesh is a specialty.

"Oh, no - uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Roll your right nipple with your tongue, chew sweetly, and twist your left nipple up with your finger. And rubbing up the pubic nucleus with the fingers of the hands inserted in the skirt, that alone reaches its peak, Makoto Ogasawara.

"Oh, my God, I haven't finished freaking out yet. - Uh-huh."

Despite being at its peak, Makoto Ogasawara, still localized, sits on his back with his back resting on the floor and continues to freak out and cramp.

Love liquid overflowing like a flood. The viscous liquid was entangled in his fingers and his fingers poked inside his anus.

"Ha-ha-ha, kiji-sha - what's wrong with you - you seem angry today - you're nicer than usual -"

"Ah?"

You think you're sweeter than usual? Although I would usually treat him more politely. Then I'll make it more violent. I'm in the mood to make you cry today.

I got up with my right finger stuck in my anus, and I was forced to cause it when I grabbed Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder with my left hand, which kept cramping. And when I turned my left hand grabbing my shoulder and supported it, I let my leg open.

Makoto Ogasawara with his buttocks on the floor, his upper body up, and an M-shaped leg opening. I increased the number of fingers I had stuck in that anus to three, and began to pull them into good momentum as I folded my fingers inside.

"Ugh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

More abusive fingering than ever. Makoto Ogasawara, whose back is supported by me, is gripping my uniform jacket tightly with both hands, staring up at the ceiling with tears and runny nose, eating and tying his teeth.

"Can you still say this is sweet? What do you think, Ogasawara?"

Makoto Ogasawara, who is rolled up his uniform jacket, has an exposed breast bouncing and trembling every time his body cramps. That fuelled my inferiority even more, and my finger movements increased in intensity.

Is it a conditional reflex, or Makoto Ogasawara, who tries to close an open crotch every time it peaks, tries to spread his crotch by eating and tying his teeth with a single heart that he doesn't want to disobey my orders.

It was in such a state that it was not known when it had newly peaked after the peak, but it was so that the timing at which Makoto Ogasawara would peak due to its opening and closing crotch motion could be taken.

"Uh-oh, yeah, isn't that sweet, you don't usually say what you're up to and get your hands on me inside. No - Hih-oh, I'll be back. Uh-huh, uh-huh."

Makoto Ogasawara, turning his back on his gut and sticking out his abundant breasts, drooled his saliva from the edge of his eating bound mouth and urinated in abundance.

Fluid ejecting from between strands open in the M-shape is arced and slammed to the floor, raising the splash.

Makoto Ogasawara, who insists on being nice to me, became annoyed, but the frizzy cold rushed up his spine at his nasty appearance.

That's when I realized. Anyway, why am I adamant about Makoto Ogasawara, who has all the problems and hassles?

Makoto Ogasawara is not like Minaka. There was a downside to the lack of shame in foster care, but other than that, he was really submissive to me. Yes, it was too submissive.

In exchange, Makoto Ogasawara shows me an obedient attitude, but also a strange rebellion every time. That's trivial, but it irritates my mind.

I'm sure I'm supposed to be captivated by pleasure, but I don't feel like I've ruled. I don't think I gave in. Rather than giving in, it just seems like you're nostalgic to me.

I mean, in short, I don't get tired of it.

"Damn, he's really funny, you are"

So whining and pulling my fingers out of my anus at the same time, I put my hand in both sides of Makoto Ogasawara, spasmodically resting, and lifted myself up.

"Don't think it's over yet. It wouldn't be fair if you just enjoyed it, would it?

"Hiu, hiu...... good luck Mahiu"

Makoto Ogasawara, lifted, was allowed to sit on an experimental table in the science room. Just fine in height.

Just like earlier, if you let the M-shaped crotch open on the table with Makoto Ogasawara's upper body awake, you grab the shoulder with your left hand and support it not to fall. He then lowered the zipper of his pants with his right hand and took out the erect meat stick to the limit.

"This is the first time you've used it properly. Besides, I don't need your skills in my mouth down there. Let me do what I want."

Grabbing Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder with his left hand, he grabbed the meat stick with his right hand and directed its tip towards the anus visible under the spread crotch.

"Ugh, the top mouth too...... good luck"

"... that's what makes you so frustrated, not at all"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said sarcasm but answered with silly honesty, laughs even as he shudders.

"Tighten your anus if you have time to slap your mouth down"

"Oh, hey, good luck with that. - Mm-hmm."

When I stuck my hips out glitchy, the cheeky tip swallowed. I haven't got my upper mouth yet, but my lower mouth is pretty good. The feeling of being pushed around by meat tightens my meat stick with a gyu.

Softness and lubricity that conflict with its tight tightness. The overflowing drooling mucus tangles the intestinal wall with the meat stick and swallows it into the back at will.

Makoto Ogasawara, with his hands behind his back, takes a position that makes it easy to float his butt and insert a meat stick into his anus when he leans back and sticks his breasts out. I've never taught you, but it seems to work by instinct.

And when I grabbed Makoto Ogasawara's ass with both hands, I lifted it up even further, slightly floating.

"Don't take your body down. Keep your hands on it."

"Oh, hey, good luck. - Uh-huh."

He grabbed Makoto Ogasawara's buttocks tightly and stuck out his thoughtful hips at the same time as attracting those grabbed buttocks.

A meat stick inserted all the way to the root at once encloses all of it in the intestinal wall of Makoto Ogasawara.

An indescribable pleasure. Its tightening and extra comfort of heat broadens my desire to do so all the time. But the desire and impulse to smear it.

I want to slap my hips hard enough to break and spit out all my troubles. I want to erase other emotions and just process my sexuality.

When I realized I was obsessed and waving my back.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh."

Makoto Ogasawara, slapped on the hips from me, looking up at the ceiling and eating and tying his teeth, leaned his back to the limit as he drowned and couldn't even breathe at the top of one after another.

Such breath is also a constant Makoto Ogasawara, but behind its appearance, the tightness and flexibility of the anus increases every time it peaks.

"Come on, let's go."

I hit my hips hard at the moment and complied without resisting the sense of ejaculation that had engulfed.

The current rushes from the waist to the whole body, and a lump of desire rushes up the urethra with tremendous comfort.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Makoto Ogasawara, who tightens my meat stick tightly, gutted his elbow on the table as he leaned back to the point where he was about to fall behind him, still desperately maintaining his posture.

Due to that posture, breasts are highlighted as if they just want you to grab them. Makoto Ogasawara's ass. I let go of my hands. I eagled my breasts sticking out of my lust.

I felt the illusion that my hands would sink everywhere into the mundane softness, but my desire, which should have healed to the good tension that pushed me back, swelled again, further strengthening my power to grasp.

"I was going to finish with one shot, but I decided to give it another. Don't get upset. And now keep your hips to yourself."

"Huh, huh..."

On my orders, the falling hips lift up quickly. When I checked that and grabbed the breast I was grabbing up even more critically, I tried to draw that breast and stuck my hips out and started slamming my hips again.

(ii) I was going to finish when I left, but I ended up with three, and I couldn't help but feel unusually drowsy.

Makoto Ogasawara, who maintained his posture until I felt better, fell into the moment I pulled the meat stick out of his anus and was cramped for a while as he lay on his back on the table.

I saw gobbling clouds overflowing from my anus and was driven by the urge to emit another, but my sleeping appetite prevailed.

He barely dressed, sat in a chair and sighed loudly, even as he fumbled into abnormal sleep.

When I realized it, I was stuck in my seat in the classroom. Besides, it was already the end of the second hour instead of the morning home room.

I haven't dreamed. Looks like he hasn't had a blast of sleep in a long time. I mean, I have no memory at all, but I feel like I was wrapped up in something soft all the way down the road.

At the end of the second hour of class, each of the students who took their seats blossoms into conversation.

Sleeping somewhat restored calm, but thanks to it came a sense of regret.

Until now, I have been engaged in massage training, but this morning's act was just too much. Exactly. You wouldn't be able to call that training.

But, well, regretting what's done doesn't start. I just have to see how Makoto Ogasawara came out, more than I can make excuses.

"Hey, did you see Ogasawara this morning? You were skipping the hallway, weren't you? Ogasawara is usually quiet and understated, but sometimes you just do something a little dumb. That's where she's cute again."

"I saw it. I saw it. My boobs are shaking, my skirt is flickering... yabe, I'm getting bulky when I remember"

"Huh? Liar. Seriously? I'm not looking at you!

The boys in the vicinity are apparently obsessed with the topic of Makoto Ogasawara. Well, he's got a rotten brain, but he looks like a first-class product. Besides, she's a beautiful girl with long brunette face big tits. Adolescent boys in high school should eat with it.

And it's a shame to call him an asshole. That would be rude to him.

He doesn't look like an asshole. He's a real asshole. And stupid.

I mean, why is he skipping when he's so scattered? Whatever it is, it's stupid. You're willing to do it with one word.

You decided to leave the stupid thing behind, and maybe you don't give a shit what I told you?

No, wait, I'm sure he said I was sweeter today or something. So, instead of being told by me and depressed, are you happy?

Damn, I thought the brain miso was rotting, but maybe the bugs are finally starting to gush.

"And Ogasawara was adorable this morning. I thought she was getting strangely cute lately, but this morning she was something else."

"Yeah, well, I skipped right in front of me, and here's the fuzz, sweet scent"

"Whoa, you're good. I want to smell it, too."

You've been cute for a while. I knew you'd be happy about this morning. You need to see how Makoto Ogasawara comes out, but if you're happy with that, you don't need to shy away anymore.

"Besides, my hair is sarcastic and my skin is shiny. But I don't know, maybe it's a rude story, but you said it smelled kind of horny. No, I didn't actually smell horny, I mean, sensibly..."

Smells like porn? Evidence that he is also becoming a pig. Really emotional. Is that, as a joke, the smell of my semen spitting out in my anus and Makoto Ogasawara's love fluids mixing intestinal fluids? Speaking of which, I guess he handled it right.

"Oh, did you feel that, too? I used to feel like Mr. Ogasawara was super pure, but he's been acting strangely horny lately. I used to look horny for a kid's face, but the vibe turned colorful... I can't really explain it with my mouth."

The smell of porn and the atmosphere of porn is a gift of discipline. Or you're going to develop into a healthy adolescent boys high school porn story.

I tried to put my break to sleep because I was still sleepy, and I tried to poke myself at my desk again.

"But when it comes to Ogasawara, you're Sasaki and one set. There's no way we can win."

The moment I tried to knock my body forward, I woke up softly to the word Sasaki, which reached my ear.

"Right. But have you ever seen Ogasawara and Sasaki together?

"Nena."

"Bacca, it's me, it's just two people who stand out, so you're not flirting in public. If you do that, you'll have trouble making noise around you. Mr. Ogasawara doesn't like that."

"But it's amazing. You're talking about being close, right? I'm sure there's a lot going on back there. Nice, I can try to make such a pretty girl her, too."

I barked my ear at the conversation, but it doesn't seem to yield any more than the information I gathered. Rumors are spreading that they seem to be avoiding contact on campus, but they're getting along well.

"I see. But I don't care about people. I mean, I want to cheat and brag in public."

"It's okay, 'cause that's not gonna happen when the world dies."

I decided it made no sense to ask any more and stopped listening. And when I slammed against my desk and closed my eyes, I let my thoughts circle.

No matter how much information we gather, the results are the same. None of them have a clue to the core. Anyway, Makoto Ogasawara and Tatsuya Sasaki are on campus, and no, they definitely avoid contact even off-campus.

If you're not in contact, the best solution is to leave it alone, but no, I'm really curious.

To approach the core, do you come into contact with a person who is unlimited in proximity to the person or do you come into direct contact with the person? But I want to avoid moving as much as possible.

It would still be wise to ask for the cooperation of a third party.

I stuck my hand in the inner pocket of my uniform jacket while I stuck it against my desk and took my phone out. Then I saw the indication of the incoming call and hurried to confirm it.

Incoming calls are e-mail. And the contents.

- Is that Mr. Castle Island?

There's only one person who can determine it's me on the content of that email I sent. It's just Rikatsu.

I can't say much without trying to have a conversation, but if I can get the foster school on the truck successfully, I think I can manage to gather information.