Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

It has grown interesting inside, but even though its character and atmosphere have undergone an unparalleled transformation, I am very concerned about how it functions as a meat potty.

Although he appears to be the student chairman at Makoto Mausoleum, it is also fully possible that he has neglected to train because of this and that his function as a meat potty has been reduced. I can't even see it if it's degraded after a failure.

Besides, in view of what I said and did in foster care, there has been no appearance of new users since they dumped me. Then those who teach inside say they have been absent for the past two years.

Normally, it would be natural for the function to deteriorate.

If the function as a meat potty was deteriorating while slapping a large mouth, it would be easy to succumb to foster care.

In that case, my disappointment is enormous that I expected during my nascent life.

Well, what I'm saying is it's a failure. Besides, the original purpose of calling inside is not to use it as a meat potty. So even if I was discouraged, let me just use it as a convenient tool, but it made me expect this. The responsibility will be serious.

Sometimes, a stranded rat bites a cat. If you can, you want to reward me with an arrow and entertain me.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island. It's a little fast to walk..."

Me walking down the alley off Arcade Street, and that inside man grabbing my left wrist and desperately following me. When the inside of it lined up next to me at a faster pace, he inquired with a bright red face.

Do you walk fast? Sure, I'm not up to my pace in foster care. The small fostering of the body naturally has a small stride. So I'm walking at a slightly slower pace than usual.

It should be fast enough to follow, not fast enough to follow.

Yet while in foster care, he slows down his walking speed from time to time, runs small like he's in a hurry and chases after me, and he slows down and rushes again, and he runs small and chases strange actions repeatedly.

"Are you ill, too?

That's what I asked as I took a small run and looked at the foster care lined up next door.

If you are not feeling well, I am not talking about discouragement. Something you say is foolishly enough, such as being physically deficient while stirring me up yourself.

That's not about the dimension of the plotter drowning in measures, etc. I'm not even a fool to attack the enemy alone, knowing I don't have a winning shot.

I don't even understand defeat for sure, it's like attacking an enemy with the intention of winning. Incompetence that can no longer be seen.

"Shit, no - I'm not feeling well... no"

Saying so and stopping, Rikanaka is shaking her body tiny with pimples as she stares at me with her swinging eyes.

Rough and intense breathing. Fine, peach-colored skin. Lowering her gaze, she was shaking her knees gushing as she was in foster care squeezing the hem of her skirt with her left hand.

I see, not ill, but rather the other way around. Fuel must have flowed all at once into the engine, which had been shutting down its operation for two years, and started abruptly. Besides, the engine, apparently, wasn't rusty.

If it was rusty, it would have been difficult to start the engine itself. I mean, I can say that's pretty much proof that I kept warming up.

Well, I guess it's natural. I'm not particularly impressed. The fact that the memories of all kinds of tutoring I received from me were just tying my mind in foster care. I mean, what I should be impressed with is my skill.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, please, I can't stand it anymore. Let's get started here..."

He's grabbing my wrist. He's got a critical force in his right hand, and he's begging like that with his swinging, colored eyes. Inside.

Check the perimeter with the chirali. The place is in an alley off Arcade Street. There is little shadow. Nevertheless, Arcade Street is the end of the eye and nose, the distance its hustle and bustle can hear.

Circumstances that do not know when people will come. But I like that. Foster care is a meat potty weighed and conditioned by exposure. Its crux is on exposed masturbation in body painting.

But I didn't have the ingredients or time this time, so as far as I'm concerned I was going to use foster care here. I tried it in foster care and it would be too sweet exposure, but it is troublesome to expose it to people and make noise. That's what I thought.

But I changed my mind when I saw how he was in foster care.

It's not really funny that I was begged from a foster school. Words such as foster culture begging me for a wish. Apparently, two years has turned foster care into a waste of potty. He needs reflection now. I need you to recognise who I am.

"No, I'm going to the station. The destination is the park. Down at the station nine points away, from there, on foot to the park. It's like an hour and a half from now to the station."

Check the watch with Chirali and speak pale toward the foster home. The look on his face in foster care when he heard my words distorted him into pain.

Inside biting my lower lip, lowering my brow butt and staring at me with my upper eyes. His hand squeezing the hem of his skirt shivered with the blurb, and his knee shivered more as if it interlocked.

"Hey, I can't stand an hour and a half like that. Please, please, Mr. Castle Island. I'll do anything, so use it quickly... like before, I want you to adore the mess."

Your breathing is even more intense and your voice is trembling. You can no longer see the shadows, such as when you slap me in the mouth.

Rikanaka said she had given up this time. In short, it is assumed that this time they refused to use it from me from the beginning.

Daiwa, this time you would have made a pipe between you and me, gradually flexing and even plotting to dive into my nostalgia.

That's what stirred me up to no good, and I came on board. It should have been a delightful miscalculation if I'd been in foster care.

But because of that, I suppose that's where my nature as a meat potty that I was desperately suppressing was released.

This is really interesting now. A foster child who was absolutely obedient to my orders is trying to overturn my will by losing his desire. In the form of a plea, but that is a fine rebellion. It is no exaggeration to say treason.

It's busy. It's disrespectful. When I was in foster care, when I failed, I didn't expect to disobey my orders. What do you think you are?

Desire, joy, and dominance that comes in. I really wanted to subdue him.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, please. Because I would if they told me to get naked here. Because I would if they told me to come masturbate while reading porn books in a convenience store. I'll really do anything, so..."

That's what I said and put my hands in my skirt. Rikanaka unloaded her underwear with those trembling hands.

"Oh, I'm freaking out. Seeing how much underwear has become, Mr. Castle Island would like to have some eclectic juice..."

Raising his underwear down to his knees, he trembled there freaking out. As Rikanaka put it, the underwear was wet with an incredible amount of love liquid and made a big stain.

"Oh, haha, even though you're a virgin, I'm a real pervert, right? But you made me such a pervert... because I'm Mr. Castle Island."

Underwear dropped off on the way down. Slutty, obscene liquid that transmits thighs. Rough breathing. Uplifted skin. And a masochistic grin.

Everything about it tickles my abusive mind. There's not enough shame inside right now, just like before. But it was so abusive that it made up for it.

I can't. I can't get inside this. Fine. If you want me to tell you so much, I'll tell you what I think.

I'll take you around without a stamp till night like this. No matter how much I'm begged, I'll never get my hands on it. And push him back without a hand.

It didn't matter what the original purpose was. I can't help but want to poke my heart out of foster care right now.

What will you do when you don't get anything done from me and even your eyeballs are driven back?

Do you comfort that body and mind by masturbating? Or won't you leave me by my side, willingly?

Either way, I don't deal with foster care. And as far as the current insides go, I don't even think I can stand my tricks that long.

So what do we do? How do you let me get my hands on you in foster care? I want to see that.

Just thinking about it exhilarates my mood, and the frizzy chills rush up my spine.

But when that happens, the cuffs on the left wrist really get in the way. There's no way I'm going to put this on and catch a train. Besides, the handcuffs get in the way and restrict the movement of my left hand.

Hmm, right, then do you want me to fish with bait and let you uncuff it?

"Okay. I'll make you look special right now. But before you do, put the cuffs..."

"Oh, no."

Inside, blocking my words and responding instantly. The colourful eyes that stare at me are stained with the colour of doubt.

Shit, did they read it? You took a sweet look at Rikanaka as a failure.

"Listen carefully to your ears when you're in foster care. With the cuffs in my left hand, I can't really blame you. Then you wouldn't be satisfied either, would you? So just put the cuffs on."

"No. Never take it off."

Once again, inside blocking my words, perusing my red tongue and refusing my opinion. What a fussy attitude, you bastard. Are you licking it? Who do you think I am?

"Then I'll just stop using you. I don't have to use you to do any harm. I'll go home and sleep."

"Then I'll go with you. I'll accompany you to bed. Even the cooking arm went up, so I'll make dinner extravagant for you. So I'll pull it out with my mouth when I wake up. You liked him, didn't you? I'm going to get fed up in bed."

Inside eating down to my word. I couldn't have eaten down on my words in the past.

Apparently they can't be controlled in the same way they were treated before.

That was a mistake you said you were going back to bed. There are more troublesome people sitting in the room than in foster care to go home. If I could meet that idiot in foster care, it would be more obvious than watching the fire that it would surely be a hassle.

Damn, tell yourself you're leaving, and if you suddenly change the subject, you might be suspicious.

"Is that it? Did I say something weird?

Inside a decent appearance peeks into my face as I lean my neck strangely.

"No, nothing..."

I accidentally distracted myself. I thought it was bad, and when I checked the foster care on the side, my eyes narrowed softly, and the foster care was staring at me with jito eyes. And when he grabbed my jacket, he clawed ahead and looked at me.

Damn, I showed a bare gesture like I was obviously upset on a scene where I had to pretend to be calm. Actually, I'm not upset about this either.

It only makes me more suspicious, such as being questioned and distracted from my gaze. What are you doing? I am.

Makoto Ogasawara, does that idiot attract trouble even if he's not around? When I leave, I will punish you severely.

"That's odd. It's strange that Mr. Castle Island is in such a hurry..."

He stares at me with a suspicious look like he's never shown before, in foster care with his fingernails tipped with a pull and trembling.

I'm in a hurry? I accidentally distracted myself, but I'm not in a hurry. I was just a little upset. But did it look like that inside?

Where do I need to rush in the first place? Rikanaka is a meat potty. Only exists to handle a man's sexuality. Wherever I teach any kind of woman, I don't have the muscles to complain from Nakanaka, who is also a failure of the meat potty.

"I don't mind if they say there's a new meat potty, and even Mr. Castle Island doesn't care, does he? I'd rather be relieved to be told I have a new meat potty."

The words in it did not even feel stray or dusty. When I look inside with chills on my side, my tinted eyes stare straight at me. I can't stare back at that gaze.

Foster Chung understands his position. I am well aware that it is a meat potty made just to process my libido.

There is no need to hide the existence of Makoto Ogasawara in such a way. Shizuka Ogasawara was called in the first place to investigate and collect information about Shizuka Ogasawara. If that happens, Rikanaka will inevitably know the existence of Makoto Ogasawara.

But I can't tell you. Words don't come out. I can't look straight in the eye during foster care. I don't understand myself like that.

"Rather, I even want you to have a new meat potty. Because Mr. Castle Island is the girl who catches his eye. I'm sure she doesn't like to rely on people, she's like walking alone in the dark. But he's a kid with the strength not to cry. He's a kid who can work hard if you push him on the back. I want those kids to walk down a full flower path like me. Because I know better than anyone that Mr. Castle Island can do that. But..."

That's what I said and moistened my eyes. Reinaka laughed happily. But the moment I finished talking, I cramped my eyebrow butt with a pimple and a nibble and black grin as I raised my blue muscles on my temples.

"No way to that kid... did you dele it? Tsung-tsung, there's Mr. Castle Island from Delle? You're lying, aren't you? That's a little... honestly not pleasant."

During the creepy black grin, I put a critical force into my hand grabbing my jacket, and further clawed ahead and looked to the limit.

"I didn't mean to go up to Mr. Castle Island's apartment, and I didn't mean to interrupt a flirt named Tutorial, but hey, this isn't it. As a senior in meat potty, I'd love to talk to junior meat potty."

His face is laughing, but Foster Chung is clearly revealing his anger. Irresistible and submissive. That's all I know. It was an incredible sight, such as the inside turning anger on me, and it was the inside I saw for the first time.

Normally, I would never have tolerated such disrespect before. Then what punishment would you inflict on the inside who has such an attitude? I have no experience because I have never had such an attitude in foster care. In short, I don't know.

Plus, unknown emotions spreading through your mind. Instead of getting angry at the attitude in foster care, for some reason it's very... awkward.

"... hey, what the hell. In foster care, you, aren't you springing bugs on your head?

"Ugh! You're lying! There's no way Mr. Castle Island can get away with this! Hold on tight! Tumble more, like always! It doesn't sound like Mr. Castle Island to me!

"You think you can put it away? This me? Ha, that's a funny joke."

"That's our line! Are you kidding me!? Scratch the cold sweat! My eyes are shaking, too! Obviously, I'm kidding! Did you really fall in love with that girl!?

"What? Do something stupid. Crap. I'm done with this story, you idiot."

Did I fall in love with Makoto Ogasawara? There's no way that could happen. Makoto Ogasawara only teaches as a meat potty for sexual processing. I've never had any other emotions.

"... when Mr. Castle Island says he's an idiot, when he's trying to mislead something, or when he wants to forcibly cut up a disadvantage. Phew, well, yeah."

He forced me to peel off the nursery where he was grumbling with bumps and wiped the sweat out of his forehead at the back of his hand with too much crap. So I remembered a question.

Wait a minute. Didn't you just say my “apartment" in foster care? How do you know I live in an apartment?

You're leaving your parents' house and living alone, so you assume on your own that you live in an apartment? No, there were words out there for that.

There must be as many choices as there are. Apartment, but living in a relative's house, only rented.

I didn't return those options differently, and it was a mouthful as if I were sure I lived in an apartment.

When I moved to this city, my father would have sealed the information about me. Those middle school teachers who went there, they would have turned their hands around not to disclose any information about me.

Anyway, I went to a prestigious high school in another prefecture comparable to Makoto.

Because I haven't told anyone, I don't think the information will be leaked out of my sight.

Naturally, I can't even tell you where I asked my parents.

"Foster, you, why do you know where my apartment is..."

Rikanaka didn't even say he knew where the apartment I live. But I dared to speak with a mouthful like I knew where he was. I mean, I hung a sickle.

"Wow, you really sound like Mr. Castle Island, like you're going to force the junior meat potty topic away"

His cheeks swelled and he turned his face away when the nursery was rotten.

"Hey Reichung, answer me, how did you know where I was? Did someone ask you?

He grabbed the shoulder of the foster care and asked with a glance.

Assuming my location is bright, depending on the matter, it will be a mess.

"... who was taught by Soichiro (of course), what?

I saw Chilari and me. Names spoken by foster care. The moment I heard the name, my head turned white.

My brother taught you that in foster care? How could you?

Whatever it is, my brother, who would never disobey my father's opinion, why?

And how did Rikanaka get in touch with his brother? When I called my parents, there was no reason for my brother to catch up with me, such as a personal call from a high school girl. Even if I pushed it directly to my parents' house, the front door payment would be the mountain of Sekiyama.

"Rikanaka, talk to me in detail. How did you pull that information from your brother? Seriously, answer honestly. Otherwise, we'll get out of there."

The foster care center, which was rotten and turned away, instantly turned pale when you noticed my strangeness. And I shuddered because I heard the word "that means”.

"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, are you seriously mad at me? How, it's..."

The rattling, trembling, but frightened, rather troubled, nursery took out his phone when he put his hand in the pocket of his P-coat. And he's manipulating his phone looking at me with a flicker.

"About six months ago. Soichiro came to Makoto. At that time, the whole school was making a fuss like a bucket flipped over. Mostly girls were making a scene. See, Soichiro is beautiful with Mr. Castle Island."

Your brother's in Makoto? Well, my brother's an ob in Makoto. Moreover, as student chairman, he was a super outstanding student who perfectly fulfilled his responsibilities. So much so that my brother went out of his way to send me a letter saying that he appreciates Makoto.

For this reason, I have heard that Makoto wants to pipe his brother so that even one person can pass first class.

If super talented people would recommend it, I would have stepped on it that Makoto's impression would have improved even further.

However, it may not have much influence on an individual's opinions. Still, the greed to use Ayayu Kone and continue to be famous. That's what makes Makoto Makoto Makoto.

Whether you reign at the apex or always be a challenger. That's how Makoto continues to reign at the top.

So it's not so unnatural for my brother to go to Makoto. But I don't even think that brother will speak inside. I mean, I can't imagine that brother calling out to a woman or anything.

If so, did Foster Chung speak to his brother? Rikanaka was supposed to be bad at my brother, but you dared speak up to get my information?

"Hey, I heard Soichiro came to Makoto, and I ran away by accident, didn't I? Soichiro seems nice because he sees it differently from Jojima, but he's not good at it for some reason."

Close your eyes. Yeah. I'm in foster care snorting alone. Are you still not comfortable with your brother? And he said he escaped. Then how did you hear it from your brother?

"But they called me on the campus broadcast. I wasn't the student chairman at the time, but they said I was the most prominent candidate for student chairman. If I boycotted the principal's call like that, I thought it would be a hassle, so I answered the call."

Inside you look like you bit a bitter bug for saying so. I don't like it from the bottom of my heart.

"Then there was Soichiro with the principal, and there was no reason why anything had happened, and it ended with proper public discourse. But Soichiro stopped me when I left the principal's office and gave me my contact details. So, if you hear from Mr. Castle Island, he wants me to tell him."

My brother did that to you? Stupid, impossible. But I don't even think the inside is spitting lies.

"So I emailed Soichiro once because he contacted me the other day. I totally hated it though. Then I got a reply right away, and this is it..."

Inside giving me the phone I was operating with my finger. I received that phone and saw the display.

"What the hell... are you serious?"

That's where my parents kept all the information they could find out about me. No, there's even information about me that my parents don't even know.

I haven't been in touch with my parents since I left home. And yet, how do you get all this information?

No, that's not the problem. What the hell are you thinking, brother? Even though my father trusts me and expects me to because of it. I can't believe I took the risk of giving you information inside.

If my father finds out about this, it'll be terrible.

"And it's very hard to say..."

That's what I said. When I leaned down slightly, I looked up at me like I was staring at my complexion.

"As a matter of fact, until Mr. Castle Island arrived, I was probably there just now, Soichiro..."

"... what?

Zowari chills ran up his spine and he felt his noodles paralyze him with chilli.

Was my brother here? In this city?

I'm not going to tell you now that my brother abandoned me. But if you abandoned me, you didn't want me to finish. I wanted to keep thinking that my sweet brother wasn't here anymore.

"A clear and pathetic transcendent girl like Rikanaka says it's dangerous to go to strange land alone. I've been on my feet many times and I know so much about it that I'm going to escort you. I wanted to say no, but if I didn't see Mr. Castle Island, I'd be anxious. But I thought Soichiro might be able to find Mr. Castle Island if he stayed with me. Plus, they said they'd pay for transportation..."

I'm sorry to say that. Inside lowering my brow butt.

"But, hey, I was told never to tell Mr. Castle Island that I came with you. But as far as I'm concerned, I don't want to lie to Mr. Castle Island. Is that why I'm being honest with you?

A foster child rubbing against me suddenly looks up at me like a abandoned jean dog.

"... I don't get angry. He spoke well and honestly. As much as I want to thank you."

In my words, I stroke my chest down.

I've been on my feet many times. That's what my brother said inside. I don't think this city had business. If there is, it means I'm here.

You're telling me you've taken a leg over and over to see how I'm doing?

It sucks, I feel terrible. I know my brother is sweet. That guy made me look really cute. I also had respect. I wanted to be like my brother one day.

But then, when my father ordered me to leave the house, my brother didn't say anything while he leaned down. Then I'm glad.

But now, if they keep an eye on me now, it's just like they see me from a high place. You know what that means? You wouldn't know. Because you don't know, that's how you wield the kindness of just the upper side, right?

Please, don't worry about me anymore. If I ever see you and be nice to you, I won't forgive you, brother.

"In foster care, I'm sorry you bothered to come, but you have to go home today. I want to be a little alone..."

My childhood memories pass through my brain. My brother has always been on my side. I thought I would be forgiven for doing anything. I thought it could only be sweet on this guy. Yet......

I honestly don't care about Shizuka Ogasawara or Sasaki anymore.

"I knew this would happen. That's why I didn't want to talk to you. But Soichiro knew I was going to tell Mr. Castle Island, too. That's why you gave me the trump card."

During the foster care of the troubled face, he said so and put his hand in the pocket of the P-coat. And it was the wallet that took it out.

"I really don't like it, I use this method. But Shinkansen's return ticket, which Soichiro bought me, is tomorrow evening's flight, right? So, yes, but I need you to stay at Mr. Castle Island's apartment today."

It's all over the place looking really troubled, but it also looks fun somewhere.

The trump card your brother gave you? That's not true... Hey, wait, wait, please, you wait, you idiot.

"Photo of Mr. Castle Island as a princess during a kindergarten play -"

"Whoa, whoa! I knew it!

Bun captured the photograph of him in foster care when he took the photograph out of his wallet in a slight manner.

I knew it, I had a bad feeling when I heard it was my brother's trump card.

"Continuing, when I was in fourth grade, I was promoted to the role of princess of theatre, and I was forced to dress up and photograph Castle Island with an angry mind -"

"Oh, no, no! Brother, you're kidding. Whoa, whoa!

Take a new photo out of your wallet while you're in the middle of something that's fun and you can't help it. I took that away with all my might.

Palpitations, heart carving in strange rhythms. My breath hurts too. I also tease my head.

"It's still going on. When I was in fifth grade, I opened a stall in summer school, and my billboard daughter promoted me to a photograph of Mr. Castle Island forced to wear yukata and walled in too much anger -"

"Brother, no, no! Next time I see you, I'll definitely bump you. Ahhh!

In the midst of how he can no longer enjoy laughter, he takes the picture out of his wallet with a puff of laughter. Took it away, tore it to bits and dumped it.

I can't believe you handed over relics from the past that should definitely be erased, more importantly inside. What have you done to me? This ruins my majesty.

My eyeballs are hot.

"Come on, it's getting exciting! This was followed by a photograph of Seoulshima dressed as a middle school girl and speaking on the podium in order to push Sage Rikanaka up to the student chairman in the second year of secondary school -"

"Why does my brother have that picture? Whoa, whoa! That son of a bitch, did you hide and shoot me? Ahhh!

Did you go beyond the limits of fun, in foster care taking pictures out of your wallet with a big shabby. With a constant breath, I succeeded in snatching the photograph while I remembered my dizziness.

"Phew, it sounds like anger was ahead of us until elementary school, but it sounds like shame will be ahead of us when we're in middle school too. What a colour it is again... or, wow, yes, yes"

"Let it go, you idiot! Temeh, Rimeh! Rimeh, you Rimeh bastard! Son of a bitch!

He put his hand on his cheek and shouted all he could think of as he turned inside.

Let's give the other pictures a hundred steps and forgive them. But this is not the only way.

I won't forget, that was during my speech on electing a student president for my second year of secondary school. Rikanaka, which was starting to become quite popular at the time, had piles of problems to win the Student Chairman election.

She was quite a beautiful girl and not a bad grader, but the downside of being silent and not good at asserting herself was that she was deadly in winning the student chairman election.

Then I'll have to do something. I thought so, and I investigated what the students were interested in. As a result, there was an overwhelming amount of opinions that I would like to see Castle Island women's clothing in one go.

As far as I'm concerned, I really wanted to make foster school my student chairman and make him masturbate on the stage at every school rally. If that ambition were to come true, it would not have been a big deal for me to be a laugher. It doesn't matter what people think. I wish I could have enjoyed using foster care.

But the results weren't what I expected.

"It was amazing then, wasn't it? It's rare for all school students to snooze at the same time, isn't it? Not just the students, but the teachers were completely distracted."

"Stop it! Don't say it! That's not the past I want to forget! It's a past I should have forgotten!

An unusual chill runs up my spine just remembering.

None of the students hissing in the auditorium spoke up. I thought laughter was going to roll up, and I was anxious to see if I'd missed the plan.

If you don't get pulled, instead of winning the election, it's no longer even a battle. I thought so.

But......

"Slurry, supple body for height. And slightly stained cheeks to shame. So Rin looks pathetic. Precisely a lonely (tundelle) beauty with a sense of intimidation that makes it clear and doesn't attract anyone else. Besides, the crisp, radiant, slice-length eyes again. If those eyes stare at me...... oh, if I remember, I'm about to get a nosebleed"

"Phew," she exhaled hot as she stared at the photo.

I'm not a beautiful woman, but loneliness is a hit. Yes, I'm a lonely man. But you laughed when you said you were lonely. You laughed, didn't you? You definitely laughed, didn't you? You included some different nuances in the word loneliness, didn't you?

The auditorium remained quiet from the beginning until the end of my speech. I thought it was a complete failure. But the results of the election were overwhelming.

One person in foster care won, but not so many votes went into foster care. More than 90% of all students voted for Castle Island. All of them were invalid votes, and the next point, Rikanaka, was elected.

Instead of being pulled off, after that day, fuck, I just remembered and I have bad chest shit.

"Since then, right? Mr. Castle Island said he was strangely nice to me and creepy."

Yes, the teachers have been strangely kind since that nominee speech.

I was blinded to my teachers since I was admitted to the hospital for payback in an attempt to crush a student trying to get a little bit out of foster care.

Regardless, I insisted that it was an accident so that the tragic fact that it fit the payback, etc. would not be exposed, but the teachers probably didn't believe my excuses. But the lack of evidence, and the fact that I was basically an honorary student, was enough to keep an eye on me.

That is why the attitude of female teachers in particular has changed dramatically since that speech. And some male teachers.

Somehow, like, the sight is creepy. Give me a reason why, and touch my body with a stick.

I feel nauseous just remembering.

"Upp, looks like you've taken a lot of damage, huh? But not yet. So you can't think it's over, can you? Soichiro still has one of the highest pieces you've ever hesitated to give to me?

That's what I said. The picture I took out of my wallet. The foster child, who is pinching that picture with his index finger and middle finger, is slightly flickering and waving the picture.

"Relax, I'm in foster care, let's talk about it. You wanted to be blamed by me, didn't you? Fine, I'll blame you as much as I like. So give it to me without saying anything."

My brother hesitated to give it to me, so that's definitely a pretty nasty guy. To say that foster care has nothing more than to say that the photograph has already been seen. Let's give that up. I can't help what I've been seen.

Then we just hide the evidence. Then, after completely destroying the evidence, he thoroughly lifts up the foster care until it is completely skinless, and seals his mouth.

That's a perfect solution for me. Then let's say we move to execution...

"After the lecture, a delicacy that tortured the sleeping face of Mr. Castle Island, who fell asleep because of his mental tiredness or without even changing his clothes. Super rare -"

"Rikanaka Temeye, you're playing with me, you idiot! Hihihi, I'm not gonna let you tell me, you son of a bitch!

"Wow, Hihi, they said that"

Ignore my persuasion, inside flipping the picture I was pinching with my fingers with a pilarity. There was certainly a picture of my sleeping face there. And pretty close up.

When did you get those pictures? No, I was asleep, so I don't remember, naturally.

The sleeping area, however, is a special classroom that became a temporary waiting area for lectures. And to say that the photograph exists is nothing more than to say that my brother was trespassing that far.

Because I was in junior high, my brother was in high school two years. So why are you here for a middle school student council election speech? What about high school? What about high school? Besides, Makoto's student council election and timing must have been on. You would have run for student chairman.

That bastard, he's pretending to be serious, but isn't he?

Reaching out with his breath out, I dyed my cheeks and my breath whispered inside.

The blood vessels, the blood vessels on your head are going to cut. That and my stomach is starting to ache tightly.

"This picture is really beautiful. I'm pretty confident in myself right now, too, but I don't feel like I can beat Mr. Castle Island in this picture. I feel complicated as a woman. I know a lot of people want it, but I'm not gonna show it to anyone because I'm gonna make it my treasure."

"I agree I won't show it to anyone, but just give me that picture! We'll use that means! You don't like being used that way, do you? Then just give it to me!

"Shit, as long as I have this picture, Mr. Castle Island can't use that means. And I can't give it to you because I'm leaving this picture behind."

"Temeye, you're not saying anything about a woman, you son of a bitch! Just give it to me, you idiot!

Reaching out, he leaned back on my hand and cleverly clasped inside. Plus there's plenty of room to stare at the photo while it's slight.

He has no special abilities, but all abilities are high on average. Instrumentally poor, or flat out doing the rough stuff. Instead, I can't be the best because I don't have the talent to push through.

That's inside, but even though they say it's reckless to take the Makoto Mausoleum exam, I can see the height of the specs in foster care that I'm getting serious about, around being properly passed. Makoto's student chairman won't serve just because he's popular with it. In short, it shows that the ability level is high to the extent that Makoto students are convinced.

I would be overwhelmingly superior if I had arm strength, but I would be superior to being in foster care in terms of exercise ability. There is something to keep an eye on, especially the reflex nerve and flesh flexibility linked to instantaneous force.

"Ha, the cuteness of Mr. Castle Island in this picture is unusual. I've been trying not to see it because it makes me murky when I see it, but if I see it, I can't help it, can I? If you'll excuse me for just a moment..."

"Stop. Whoa, whoa! Know that what Temeh is trying to do is tantamount to rape!

He snuck his right hand into his skirt while staring at the photograph and grinning obscenely.

It's like finding a porn book in a riverbed, hiding it from your nostalgia and making every effort to get home to a boy middle school student.

I have no problem masturbating without me. I also taught those kinds of tutoring in foster care. But I can't take that picture. I can't help but remember such a sense of crisis that I'm going to lose something very important. But capturing a foster child who is thoroughly committed to doing so is a difficult task.

Fortunately, however, handcuffs are inserted into the wrist of the right hand in the foster care, which he snuck in his skirt. If you use it...

"Wow!

"Ahem."

Momentum pulled his left hand and his right hand in foster care was forced out of his skirt.

I'm so glad I had handcuffs.

"Nothing. You're good enough to masturbate in a photo. He sat in a chair and looked at me naked in front of Mr. Castle Island, and he let me scatter masturbation and stuff while begging for forgiveness to leave Mr. Castle Island alone."

"That's not what I'm talking about! Just give me that picture! You and me are the ones to punish! Um, that one! That's it! That's it!

No, I'm too strong to want to take the picture away anyway, and the thought doesn't spin well.

That's enough then. Thinking four or five is no good. It's against my aesthetics, but when this happens, I'm going to exercise my strength.

By pulling his left hand, he pulls the right hand of the foster care, thereby trying to take the photo away from the unbalanced foster care, but while unbalanced, he gently slams my right hand inside.

"Fuck you! I know it's that one for punishment, but you son of a bitch!

"Ha-ha-ha, it's probably the first time Mr. Castle Island has given me so much standing. I'm so happy right now."

My right hand, which protruded, looked back at me, and I saw him in my sight.

Niyake surface in flowing vision. When I saw the face inside it, the sound of something hanging up with Butyri echoed in my brain.

Superior. If you're up to it, I can do it. It's too late to regret it, Reinaka. Remind me with that body what happens if you really piss me off...

"This photo, and the one Mr. Castle Island just tore up and dumped in his billiards, is the one he dropped from his computer. In short, do you know what I'm trying to say? Mr. Castle Island would know, wouldn't he?

I stopped moving perfectly to the words inside shaking the pictures I pinched with my fingers.

What I did was far-fetched. Photos currently in the possession of Foster Chung. And the pictures I took and tore away. Those are all the things my brother gave me inside. In other words, your brother will possess the medium in which the images were recorded.

What if Inner Chung is in possession of something that copies that medium? I have to write it off. It multiplies my negative legacy indefinitely.

If they do that, and they sprinkle those pictures apart. My eyeballs... my eyeballs are hot.

"In foster care, your throat doesn't dry? Why don't we have some tea? So let's take a moment to discuss this."

Desperately indulging in something, softly posturing, I smile refreshingly and offer my right hand. When I was in foster care when I saw me, I stuttered on the photo I had and turned the photo into a shitty purse and the purse into a pocket for my P-coat. And I put my left hand on my right hand, which I'm offering.

"Mr. Castle Island, you know what? Me? I don't have anywhere to stay."

"Ha ha, don't worry about that, isn't it me and you? You could stay in my apartment, but you idiot?

"Wow, I did it"

A bar-read conversation with each other. But I'm in a different position than I am in the middle of a spare look and the blood vessels that are about to cut off my head.

It's a medium, if you don't take the recording medium, it won't solve the problem.

Take him to the apartment while he's in foster care and he'll go bowl to bowl with that dog. That's troublesome, but it's better to do something about that picture.

If Inner Chung has the recording medium himself, it is not an issue. But I don't even think I'm going to risk taking what I received as a trump card from me. I mean, there's a good chance he's hiding it somewhere.

Unlike Makoto Ogasawara, Rikanaka is a failure unlimited to the finished product. Half-breed blame is counterproductive. You'll just be excited to do that.

Recording medium stash. The only way to find out about the place is to blame it thoroughly enough for foster care to beg forgiveness. A place where you can't get in the way of that, that is, the apartment's own room... No, wait.

I completely forgot what I did. There's a place to hit and put it on.

When that happens, it's more convenient for Makoto Ogasawara to be sitting in my room.

School warehouse. Soundproofing is complete while the keys are tightened over there. The majority of the sexuality is in the apartment, but there are some spares.

Besides, that warehouse is my nest. My strength will triple.

"Then go. But there's something I need to stop by before I go back to the apartment, okay?

When I inquired into the inside with a face that didn't eat, the inside nodded, grinning happily holding my hand.

"Ha, I'm going, I'm going anywhere with Mr. Castle Island."

Without knowing where I would be taken, I'm in foster care getting my underwear back on that I was unloading and dressed for a mix of nose songs.

That's how you can laugh now. I'll adore you as much as you want. So much so that its adorable face is full of tears, covetousness and snot.