Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

I opened my thin eyes remembering the strange breathlessness.

The indoor light stays on with the orange bean bulb on. But there is no light from the gap in the curtain.

Morning. Apparently he fell asleep at some point.

I feel like I haven't had a blast of sleep in a long time. Speaking of which, you didn't have a nightmare.

"Well, reality is like a nightmare..."

I should have kept my back on the wall, but I fell asleep on the floor at some point. That's good, it's the usual.

The problem is that I and I are sleeping together.

"Damn, I'm moving..."

Sleeping in the front, the foster child is holding me tight with his face buried in my chest, resting comfortably and easily. And tangle it up to your feet.

And turn your hands from behind, something that is possessed exactly like the spirit behind you. I can't see it because of the back, but it would definitely be him. He also has unique boobs pressed against his back. And just like in foster care, he's got his foot tangled in my leg.

They're both wearing my sweatshirts, but the only thing they're both wearing again is their jackets. For this reason, the two legs tangled in my legs expose my white and supple thighs.

Masaru Ogasawara's slender, wasteless thighs and her slightly narrower, yet feminine, rounded thighs in foster care. They are both white, but slightly whiter in foster care.

Speaking of which, the mother in foster care seems to be from a mountainous area in the northeast famous for having a lot of white women. I have heard from him that one of the reasons why Ri Chung was silent was the dialect of Tohoku.

Indeed, the intonation of the language in foster care when I was in elementary school seemed somewhat obnoxious. But he didn't even care enough.

Besides, my local neighborhood is northeast. Due to its location closer to the largest city in the northeast, known as the Du Noi capital, the dialect is being lost, but still has a unique intonation compared to the standard language.

In short, some people who were fooling around with their foster careers were just like him laughing at the sight of a snotty nose.

I'm glad it tasted better when I was in foster care. Now it's completely standard language.

"Munyamunya... Kiji-sha..."

"Gu!? haha!?

At the same time as the whining I heard from behind, the feeling of my hands, which were spinning in my belly, disappeared all the time, and the next moment, my hands, which had suddenly stretched from behind, were turned around my neck. And those hands that grabbed the jacket I was wearing, they tighten my jacket tightly.

Crossed hands. Grabbed jacket. This is like a judo strangulation.

Shit, I'm not having trouble breathing, but I can't speak up. Besides, if I stay like this, they drop me.

I'm not kidding. It doesn't go out of style to be dropped from fallen and those who are about to.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Then a grunt heard from around the chest. At the same time, I can put a critical force in both hands in the foster care that was spinning on my back.

"Kaha - Hiu - Hiu"

Exactly mackerel fold. Thanks to this, I was forced to drain the oxygen that was left in my lungs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Strangled, he eats mackerel folds, and his vision slowly becomes sumptuous. Consciousness going far. Shit, very shitty. Keep it up and you'll really fall.

You're kidding, who falls. You'll never fall. I will. Even if you fall, you don't need to fall.

"Kiji-sha...... Shisha-shu"

"Kiji-sha's... Eh, no"

In a distant consciousness, I felt like I'd heard two idiots whine like that.

Koitsu et al.... Remember, dude.

The time has just gone around 9: 00 a.m. Today, I'm taking Makoto Ogasawara and Minaka to do some shopping around the city.

"Hey, Mr. Castle Island, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Dark brown blazer jacket in red, green and blue tartan check skirt. And Makoto Ogasawara wears a black sailor outfit with a red bow scarf and a black pleated skirt as well as a uniform.

Those two are now friendly side by side and crawling on all fours of the floor.

As I crouch behind those two, I roll up their skirts and poke a zuppoli and anal stick at the anus that looks like the center of the exposed white ass.

Two vibrating anal sticks and freaking and trembling white asses. It has spectacular views inside.

In the end, I fell. Pity dropped by two idiots. What a humiliation.

Don't let the meat potty flavor drop me. You can't even forgive me.

"You guys, thank God. Thanks to you, I felt the best possible awakening. You'll never forget it. I want to at least give you a thank you. Take it."

Laughing thinly, he speaks toward the two white asses visible in the front.

"Oh, my God, I'm scared of your voice. I don't know what to do, Makoto. Mr. Castle Island sounds really angry."

"Aww, what should I do, Senior Rikanaka!? Wow, I've hardly ever seen Shinjima angry."

Both names look at each other as they crawl on all fours, paling their faces and hurrying.

"Pfft, don't be so shy. I'm just saying I want to thank you guys for giving me the best wake."

That's what I said, smiling and slapping my inside ass flat with my hands. In response to that, the butt in foster care jumped viculently.

"Oh, no!

Inside shaking the boom and neck to the side and shouting.

"Sa, Senior Rikanaka, I hear Shisha Castle Island will thank you, won't he? I want you to have it."

Makoto Ogasawara, on the other hand, is inquiring inside looking thrilled as he dyes his cheeks with pop.

"Uh-oh! So, don't be fooled, Makoto! You should never believe Mr. Castle Island when he says something gentle!

Masaki Ogasawara, who truly took what I said, screamed in desperate shape. Rikanaka seems to realize my sincerity, but Makoto Ogasawara doesn't seem to realize it at all.

Right, well, does Makoto Ogasawara want a small reward from me?

"Kind things? You're always nice, aren't you, Sejima?

Makoto Ogasawara tilts his neck and answers the desperate call during foster care. Well, am I always nice? Then I'll be nicer to you.

"No! Makoto! I have to tell you to punish me! I don't know how busy a reward is!

"I'm sure it's a very nice reward!

The desperate persuasion in foster care is also vain, and Makoto Ogasawara, who looks excited by dyeing his cheeks, blinks a star in his black eyes and roughs his nose.

"No, this kid! Hey, Mr. Castle Island! I'll be punished for both of us! Yeah, for three or four, I'll take ten! So forgive me Makoto. Whoa!

Rikanaka, who saw Makoto Ogasawara like that, made his pale face even paler, twisted his neck and looked at me sideways, desperately pleading.

I realized it was useless to say anything to Makoto Ogasawara, and he seems to have changed the subject of persuasion to me. Good judgment, but if I accept persuasion.

Regardless, I am not willing to accept the persuasion of being in foster care.

"Ogasawara, do you want a reward?

"Ha, ha! I want it!

"No! Makoto, no!

Makoto Ogasawara snorts at my inquiry. Having confirmed its appearance, I gently ignored the screaming screams inside that echoed indoors and stood up softly. And he crouched in front of his face as he turned to the front of Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara looking up at me with his anticipating eyes and Minaka shaking her neck hard and sideways as she nearly cried.

"Ki, Shinjima... I want a reward"

"Oh, I know. They don't want me in foster care, so I'll reward you for two."

"You can't... Makoto, you can't fool me..."

As I crawl on all fours, I let my hands gently touch the cheeks of Makoto Ogasawara looking up at me, and Makoto Ogasawara, with his eyes narrowed, slips his cheeks against my hands. Inside he raises a sad groan watching Makoto Ogasawara like that.

Even in foster care, you haven't even read what kind of reward I give. But the reading is correct that it is not a busy matter.

Ogasawara, stand on your knees.

"Yes......"

Makoto Ogasawara, who listened to my orders, nodded cocklessly as he dyed his cheeks and stood on his knees. Inside watching that look with a blue face. Tears seem to be overflowing from those moist, tinted eyes.

Makoto Ogasawara, kneeling in the front of me kneeling, staring at me with the kind of eyes I had hoped for. When I rolled up that uniform jacket of Makoto Ogasawara, I exposed my white, big, well-shaped breasts.

Pullen and trembling breasts. The reddish nipples that appeared on its tip were already erect to the limit, either because of the anal stick inserted in her anus or because of the expectation that she would be rewarded by me.

"Ogasawara, roll your skirt. And expose the pubic nucleus with your fingers."

"Yes..."

Everywhere honest Makoto Ogasawara rolled up her skirt herself according to my orders, reaching out to her exposed white groin and peeling off her pubic nucleus with her fingers.

"Huh..."

A bright red pubic nucleus with a prickly face. At the same time, Makoto Ogasawara screams slightly, narrowing his eyes and chewing his lower lip. They just peeled it and it feels good.

Well, we're ready. Then let's say we reward you.

Before that, I looked sideways at Chilali and inside and laughed niggly. As she looked at me and noticed something, she looked up at Makoto Ogasawara in a hurry.

"No way..."

And a whining voice.

Have you noticed? Yes, that's the whispering attack you were tormented by yesterday. I'll even feed that to Makoto Ogasawara. But don't think it's the same as yesterday. Anyway, it's a reward for two.

Makoto Ogasawara, I'll give you a hell of a crazy peak. Take a glimpse of the Paradise of Pleasure that lies ahead.

"Ma'am, Ma'am! Hold on to yourself! Don't let Mr. Castle Island whisper swallow you! Otherwise, I'll go home and lose this!

In a hurry Rikanaka called on Makoto Ogasawara. But Makoto Ogasawara hasn't seen anything but me already. I guess I'm full of heads about the reward.

"Mr. Castle Island, please! Makoto is a really pure child! Whispering attacks are too burdensome! Please, reconsider! Otherwise, Makoto's gonna break!

You realize it's useless to call on Makoto Ogasawara, or Rikanaka, who immediately switched subjects to me, tries to persuade you in vain.

Whatever you say, I'm not going to stop. The sin of dropping me. This sin that gave me a taste of humiliation. That is an immeasurable felony. Meat potty should pay for its punishment with its own hands.

"Ogasawara, you've gotten cuter than before."

He whispered so gently as he waved to Makoto Ogasawara's cheek.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was sliding his cheek against my hand, opened his eyes as he listened to my whispers and narrowed them. And in an instant, he coloured his face bright red to boil it.

"Oh no... it's too harsh to pull out the subtleties..."

I heard a shuddering whine in foster care. Looking at the foster care with chillies and sideways, the foster care, whose body was trembling in small chops, looked up at Makoto Ogasawara with his sad, glorified eyes.

Damn it, I pulled the subtleties out of it. This would be kick. Come on, it's the beginning of hell at its peak. Enjoy the endless tsunami of pleasure.

"Ogasawara, you've been really..."

As I eagle my breasts with my left hand whispering further, I pick my nipples with my fingers. And it was when I stretched my right hand to my groin. Makoto Ogasawara gave me a full grin and hugged me.

"Uh hehe... he told me he was cute... Mr. Castle Island told me he was cute!... I'm going to cry because I'm so happy."

"Ah?"

Is that it? Are you happy with the vegetables?

Makoto Ogasawara holding me is rubbing her cheeks against my chest with a full smile and seeping tears in her eyes.

No, not like this, not at all what I thought was going on.

More like this, open your eyes and make your face burn red, and don't say any more, or you should be bored with comfort while you say something like that. Besides, every time I whispered, a wave of pleasure pushed over, kept peaking, and I was supposed to beg forgiveness that this was the limit any longer.

Yes, like yesterday in foster care.

I didn't know you'd be happy to take my word for it honestly... this is unexpected.

My thoughts were confusing and I was about to panic, and I saw him in a hurry. Then Rikanaka was also looking at me with dismay as to whether it was an unexpected development.

"Hey Reichung, why is he taking my word for it honestly?

"Oh, even if I ask you that..."

Inside I'll give it back to you with a whine to my whine. Surely you won't be able to answer even if you ask inside. Anyway, Reichi saw hell in my whispering attack.

"... hey"

The whole inside groaned in dismay. And then I make a vivid blue muscle rise in my temples.

"Wait a minute. Makoto, why do you honestly take it? Isn't that cheating?

As I stood on my knees ignoring my orders not to move on all fours during foster care with a blurb and a trembling dark grin, I drew that dark smile closer to the back of Makoto Ogasawara. And grab my shoulder gassily.

"Hey, Makoto. You're lying, aren't you? Because it's a lie, right? What Imashima said is a lie, isn't it? I was just trying to make fun of Makoto, wasn't I?

Minaka, whose eyes aren't laughing for a smile, pulls her grabbed shoulder gooey as she speaks to Makoto Ogasawara with a trembling voice.

Makoto Ogasawara, on the other hand, is holding on to Gachiri and me and never leaves. On the contrary, he was still rubbing his cheeks against my chest with a full smile that could even look at his spare time.

"Hey, Makoto? I'm a senior, right? He's a senior massage assistant, isn't he? It's great, isn't it? So, huh? Let's get out of here. Let's get away from Mr. Castle Island. Let's do that, shall we?

Though I'm gently asking, I don't feel any room for that trembling voice, the power of pulling Makoto Ogasawara's shoulders gooey, or the look that has drawn me to it.

"Senior Foster Chung is a massage assistant.“ Ha. ”He's a senior, but he's with us for the school year."

Makoto Ogasawara, who looked inside with his face buried in my chest, turned away pussy when he answered inside. An even thicker blue muscle appears in the temples of the foster care I saw it.

"Ha, don't go away! Oh, me too. Eh! I want to be honest with you, Mr. Castle Island! Yet only Makoto cheats!

Masaru Ogasawara grabbed Masaru Ogasawara's shoulder with one hand, and Rikanaka, who was pulling with Guigui, grabbed Masaru Ogasawara's shoulder with both hands when he raised his voice with tears, pulling with all his might.

However, because Makoto Ogasawara, who is winning by his strength, is holding me to his full strength, no matter how hard he struggles, Makoto Ogasawara cannot be stripped away by his power in foster care.

"It was Senior Foster Chung who told me to be honest. I'm just following that senior-senior-in-law's instructions."

Makoto Ogasawara says that with his face buried in my chest with a twinge attitude.

"Oh, yeah, but whoa! I said, whoa! But Makoto, just cheat yourself. Whoa! I want to be sweet with Mr. Castle Island, too. No!

You realized you were no match for strength, Minoru Ogasawara, who cried out while grabbing both shoulders of Makoto. Makoto Ogasawara, who glanced sideways through the inside of it, took a small sigh of sigh like, oh man, and walked away from me.

"It's special, right? I'll just lend it to you for a second."

"Ugh, thank you Makoto. I love you, Makoto. No..."

Masaru Ogasawara, with his hands in his eyes and his pong and hands on the shoulders of a genuinely crying foster child, speaks gently to refrain from the child. After hearing the words of Makoto Ogasawara, Rikanaka nodded and thanked him with tears.

Me with a stunning view of the sight. What is this? What the hell is this unintelligible development?

"Well, then, I'll borrow it for a bit, won't I?

"Yes, just a little bit, right? Can I have it back right away, please?

"Yeah, okay, thanks"

Makoto Ogasawara and Reinaka, staring at each other, smile at each other in such conversation. And then the nursery dyed my cheeks approached me.

As I knelt in the front of me, I wet my cheeks with tears but laughed and exposed my breasts when I unbuttoned the blazer and blouse. And when I rolled up my skirt myself, I tried to skin the pubic nucleus with my fingers, but the pubic nucleus that was erecting had already put its face out of the skin.

"Yes, go ahead"

Inside I dyed my cheeks peachy like they were lit and grinned. What's "yes, please"?

"You're an idiot"

"Hehe, it's not like that. Like I told Makoto earlier. No, tell him you're cute about me, too. Without subtlety, right?

Jito glanced at the nursery with his eyes, but he laughed at the nursery and raised a sweet voice with his eyes that seemed to want something.

"You're an idiot"

"Oh, you're not, are you? Look, like I said to Makoto earlier, no..."

"You're an idiot"

"So you're not, are you? Earlier on, Makoto..."

"You're an idiot"

"... ugh"

"You're an idiot"

"... I'm not stupid"

When I beat down all the inquiries in the nursery, the nursery gradually distorted his face, and in a half-baked state, he pulled back awesome, and stuck to Makoto Ogasawara.

"Uh-huh, Makoto, Mr. Castle Island is a jerk."

"All right, all right. Senior Foster Chung couldn't tell me he was cute, but I could. That's reality."

"Uh-huh! The world, of course!

In the words of Makoto Ogasawara, who doesn't know if he's comforting or disparaging, crying, yeah, nodding inside.

"Ma, Makoto, tell Mr. Castle Island how to sweeten you"

"Phew, you have no choice. It's special, isn't it?

"Thank you Makoto, I love you no"

"All right, all right."

I stood up softly watching the two of them having such a conversation as we hugged each other.

This is no good. It's no longer too late to be in foster care. Makoto Ogasawara's disease has completely metastasized.

I left the two idiots alone and started getting ready to go out, and I pack what I need in my bag.

I'm a little unmotivated, but okay. If you teach him around the city, those two idiots will know the reality. And you will be struck by shame.

I hung the bag diagonally from my shoulder and looked back as I stood up.

"Okay? Listen very carefully, don't you?

"Yeah."

"Mr. Castle Island said I was cute. I mean, he thought I was cute."

"Yeah."

"So, Mr. Castle Island thinks I'm cute."

"Yeah. So what's the secret to sweetening Mr. Castle Island?

"That's right, it's what they always think is cute!

"I see! So, how do they think you're cute?

"I don't know that. However, it is true that Mr. Castle Island thought me cute!

"... Ugh, that's just bragging then"

The two idiots sitting face-to-face on the floor are still having stupid conversations.

We're both sitting on the floor in uniform, but we'll have no choice because we only have uniforms.

And I don't particularly have any luggage. Which means when I'm ready, I'm ready. I don't mind that.

Rikanaka, you, haven't you been in a better position than Makoto Ogasawara at any point? Is that all right with you?

"I'm taller."

"... Ugh, you're a chick anyway"

Makoto Ogasawara with his hand over his own head and his hand slightly flattened to the side. A cheated hand passes overhead in the foster care, and the tear-eyed foster care drops its shoulders in dismay with zero stupidity.

"My boobs are bigger too"

"... Ugh, this is still bigger than average."

Makoto Ogasawara, touching his chest from the top of his uniform, lifts his chest to show it inside. When I saw it, the nursery became even more tearful, I zeroed my stupidity, dismayed and put my hands on the floor.

Makoto Ogasawara stubbornly chases during depressing foster care and within. Makoto Ogasawara, are you also resentful inside?

"Hey guys, come on. Time to go out."

"Yes!"

"... Yes"

When I speak to the two idiots, I raise my right hand and reply well to Makoto Ogasawara and Inaka, who replies weakly as the item drips. I glanced at those two and headed to the front door.

I hope Makoto Ogasawara missed inside, but I didn't expect the situation to reverse.

As an easy way to manipulate Makoto Ogasawara, I was going to let him hold the reins during foster care, but this is a little problematic.

Damn, do I have to give myself a hand after all? He can't use it. But......

"Senior Lieutenant Chung! Come on, let's go! I'm going out with Mr. Castle Island!

"Ugh, yeah."

Makoto Ogasawara, who took his foster hand and stood up, and Masaki Ogasawara, who stood up loosely in that hand.

That smile, directed all over the depressed inside, is something you never show against your high school friends. That's the smile you were only showing in front of me.

Apparently, the only way to make them depend on foster care is to keep them on schedule.

Meat potty in outlet during foster care. Do you want to keep just one thing working?