Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

Leaving the apartment was the Arcade Street adjacent to the station.

Arcade Street, which was ruined by people on weekdays, is even more overflowing with people when it comes to holidays and holidays.

To say that people get together is to say that there is only demand. I mean, if you have something you want, if you come here, you'll have most of it.

Other famous fast food chains make it easy for students to eat.

Basically, I don't like the hustle and bustle, but the fact is that there are these shopping districts nearby makes them treasured for their convenience.

The brick aisle is wide along a two-lane road, which is then reserved for pedestrians.

At the centre of the aisle, street trees are planted at equal intervals and benches are installed in squares to surround their street trees.

This arcade town is huge, but in the end it's a shopping district. Huge department stores and shopping malls are expanding their power yesterday, but these shopping districts are echoing because, for one thing, it is possible to satisfy the desire for purpose.

Young people accumulating there. Many middle school students as well as college and high school students. Plus I'm wearing personal clothes, but a bunch of elementary school kids and bumpy girls. Men who give such a girl a nagging grin and a voice.

Though shopping is the main thing, it is only because it combines social and relaxing places that we can say that we have made our own development.

Instead, it has the disadvantage of saying that the incidence of crime is also high.

And naturally, you're very likely to run into our high school students.

It is the presence of this arcade district that makes our high school students less likely to lean on the large shopping mall in the city next door that we went to as part of Makoto Ogasawara's tutorial.

There is a shopping district nearby with everything. Moreover, there are plenty of entertainment facilities. And yet you won't bother paying for the train until you get to the next city.

Anyway, it's just the cost of a round trip train, and they make up a lot of meals with fast food.

"Mr. Castle Island, where are you going?

"Hmm, I'm probably going to train you, so why don't you even go into the right store?

Me walking around scratching people's waves and Makoto Ogasawara whining around looking at me. And Nakanaka answers while pulling the hand of that Makoto Ogasawara.

Makoto Ogasawara has an unpredictable fear of what to do when he looks away, but if there is foster care, there will be no problem.

If you get away from me, if you're in the middle of it, you're gonna predict my behavior and act. And I can predict my behavior in foster care, so I'll be able to meet up easily.

The nursery returns home once today. Although it is the meat potty of the outlet, it is convenient inside in the sense that it is the guardian of Makoto Ogasawara, so I don't even feel a little painful.

"Training......? There are plenty of people, aren't there?

Makoto Ogasawara whines in a slightly anxious voice while worrying about his surroundings. Makoto Ogasawara, unlike Minaka, has little experience of exposure outside of my presence. On the train en route to the mall and at the cinema in the mall.

Moreover, Makoto Ogasawara at that time was mentally unable to afford to relieve himself of his urine or to apply enemas. The desire for excretion would have been greater than shame.

But not this time. I've sent everything out in the apartment with Foster Chung.

It also means a lot that there is an inner center by your side.

I'm not alone. I have a comforting ally by my side. That's what makes Makoto Ogasawara create spiritual leeway. The situation is as if it were not the same as the tutoring at a shopping mall where I was selflessly obsessed and endured the desire for excretion.

In other words, I would say that I could afford to be ashamed.

"It's okay, Makoto, if you leave that area to Mr. Castle Island, you'll be fine."

"That's true, but..."

When I look behind my back horizontally so that the two of them don't notice, Makoto Ogasawara, who is walking with his hands drawn in the foster care, is answering the inquiry of the foster care with a slight top-down as he dyes his cheeks.

"To tell the truth, I don't want to be seen from anyone other than Mr. Castle Island..."

Rikanaka narrows her eyes and smiles at the disappearing words of Makoto Ogasawara. It's as if the mother sees her young daughter.

"I know, I know, I know exactly how that feels. I was like that in the beginning."

And yeah, I nod and answer inside.

"But I don't know if you mean it's exciting, it's going to be a lot of stress. And Mr. Castle Island won't let you be so unscrupulous."

Makoto Ogasawara has a smaller fist than Makoto Ogasawara, but is clearly calm unlike Makoto Ogasawara, who is slightly suspicious of behavior.

Compared to Makoto Ogasawara, who has long dark hair, black eyes, and slightly taller than average height and larger breasts, her luxurious body shape on a lower height, coupled with thin pigmented hair and eyes, also meets inside, with a really strong impression of being young. But if you ask me which one looks more adult, Rikanaka or Makoto Ogasawara, everyone will say that Rikanaka is more adult.

One of the most important elements in forming a human being. How spirituality affects the surroundings greatly. Foster care is typical of that. And the spirit also appears true in the expression.

Strong eyelids give the impression that there are no gaps around them, and from a soft look I feel spare.

When the man now looks at Makoto Ogasawara, he stretches under his nose, but then looks inside and distracts himself like he's in a hurry. But most of the glances of the flickering men are directed inside.

Glossy long dark hair and snowy white skin of what remains young. And a slightly disproportionate large breast for a girl. Standing in a narrow space between a girl and a woman, Makoto Ogasawara has an unstable yet fleshy and decadent charm. But in the eyes of the men, it seems to be more attractive in the inside, which gives off a bright and constant smile but also a Rin atmosphere.

And when it comes to foster care, which is watched by the men, it doesn't take the gaze that can be poured out without mistake, and you can see that you are well aware of it. When a man takes his gaze, he slightly changes the direction of travel, silently demonstrating his will to reject it. In the meantime, Masaru Ogasawara always sits on the left side to protect himself thoroughly.

"Besides, Mr. Castle Island will always be by your side whenever you're exposed. When I was walking around the city, like I'm Makoto right now, you always put me on your left and pulled my hand."

Minakami, who looked somewhat far away as she remembered the past, smiles nostalgically.

"Really? Then why am I being drawn from Senior Foster Chung? I want to be drawn from Mr. Castle Island, too."

Inside the cockerel to the words of Makoto Ogasawara. That's Makoto Ogasawara, I haven't read the air at all.

"Oh, haha...... so, hey, Mr. Castle Island would be nice. Oh, I'm sorry."

Makoto Ogasawara, who is smiling bitterly and scratching his head and, yeah, nodding and looking at me chilly.

"I have no choice. I don't want to bother Mr. Castle Island, so I'll be patient with Senior Foster Chung."

"... thanks for that"

What do you care about Makoto Ogasawara's words, smiling but attracting his face inside.

I don't want to have the shoulder of a foster home, but you can be mad at that idiot while you're in foster care.

"I'm a little sorry......"

Makoto Ogasawara, who was vomiting his poisonous tongue with a twinge attitude, groaned in loneliness as he stared at my back.

"Regret? Why?

After hearing that Makoto Ogasawara whine, Rikanaka tilts his neck and asks Makoto Ogasawara.

"I know. Tell me how much you trust Mr. Castle Island about Senior Rikanaka. Because my attitude toward me and toward Senior Foster Chung is completely different. Yes, I don't think so. Mr. Jojima cares about everyone, but only Senior Rikanaka. He doesn't care at all."

Makoto Ogasawara, with his gaze off my back, turns his gaze inside walking with his own hand. There was an obvious color of jealousy in those eyes.

That's more than I expected. I didn't know that Makoto Ogasawara would honestly expose his emotions so far. This appears to depend on the inside at a faster rate than expected.

"Oh, that's, that's it. Even if we have a two-year blank, we still have a long relationship..."

Makoto Ogasawara's straight gaze turned his face away sassy Rikanaka replies embarrassingly as he dyed his cheeks.

"Really? I don't think Mr. Castle Island is the kind of person who would change his attitude with the length of his relationship."

"Ugh, that's..."

To Makoto Ogasawara's inquiry, Rinaka, who raised her groan, let her gaze swim like she was in trouble.

Indeed, Makoto Ogasawara's words shoot a target.

Basically, I rarely expose myself to vegetables no matter how long my relationship lasts. That is no exception to Makoto Ogasawara, who is taught as a meat potty.

If I were to expose myself, I would be in foster care after finishing my meat potty tutoring. What do you say you need to hide in the middle of being taught every tune and firmly mindful of your position?

"Oh well, if you deny it, you're rude to Makoto. Yeah, I'm trusted more than anyone by Mr. Castle Island. I know that trust is more than flesh and blood."

As upset as he was lying, Rikanaka calmed his expression softly, and when he saw Makoto Ogasawara on the side, he had a sparingly stained grin.

What is more than flesh and blood? Give it a try. Though it would be a mere erasure.

For me to be abandoned by my flesh parents, flesh parents are not a trustworthy subject. Some locals can call them friends, but they rarely exposed the vegetables because they were only treated as pawns.

That being the case, I can't even say that my presence in foster care is more than flesh and blood, but I have trouble getting it wrong.

It's not that I truly trust you in foster care. It's just that I don't trust anything but foster care, so naturally, my head pops out of foster care.

"... that's a much stronger statement. It's like Mr. Castle Island trusts only himself. Even his face. To be honest, I'm very impressed. But it's true, so I can't help it."

Makoto Ogasawara, eating and tying his teeth, stares into foster care by revealing his anger, which he would never normally show. That was too much of an incompatible look on Makoto Ogasawara's face.

Usually it suppresses itself, which makes it impossible to control the spirit when it explodes. That's the fear of Makoto Ogasawara. It's not something I know what to do.

However, Masaru Ogasawara stares back at the unusual and angry gaze of Makoto Ogasawara.

Naturally. Makoto Ogasawara, who has kept himself contained and endured, and Rikanaka, who has fought irresistibly but always on the front lines.

And in foster care, as far as I can tell, I've never been defeated. No matter how painful he was treated, he was crawling forward. Nobody would beat Makoto Ogasawara in a match like that.

"I'll teach you something particularly good. I am trusted more than anyone by Mr. Castle Island. Then why did you leave Makoto to me? I haven't known you since Sekijima and Makoto met, but did Sekijima ever leave Makoto to anyone?

"Oh, that's..."

Inside not intimidating, but gently uttering words in praise of a soft smile. Makoto Ogasawara, who felt the strength hidden in his spare time, has shrunk steadily, looks into foster care with his upper eyes.

"It's this way that comes to mind. The lady who bothered to summon me until I left it to her. I'm not a boxed girl. You know what? That's all you're special. Just to be clear, I'm really jealous of you?

I swell my cheeks so much that I stare at Makoto Ogasawara, but I don't feel so angry. However, the room in it is sticking to various things that must be defeated by Makoto Ogasawara.

He hit his wrath from the front and was taken from the front without scolding it. Besides, there's still room inside.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who has shrunk even further, is like a scolded dog.

"Ah! I was treated like a boxed girl, too.

In the crowd, the surrounding passers-by paid attention to the foster care as a ghost during the sudden raising of their voice.

Whoa, why are you shouting all of a sudden? That idiot. You don't want to stand out, so don't make a scene.

Besides, he didn't do anything noticeable, and Satsuki started waving his ass pretentiously when he put his hand on his waist. It's so stupid you can't even see it anymore.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was taken aback by such sudden actions inside, tightened his expression. And put your hands on your hips just like you did in foster care.

"I don't want you to feel comfortable with me. Wow!

This again, like in foster care, Makoto Ogasawara shook his hips with a pretense and raised his voice.

The fact that they both raise their voices and wave their asses makes it twice as noticeable.

Oh, my head... I'm getting a headache.

Passengers who stopped for something. Especially when male passers-by gathered to circle around the two idiots. Maybe he thought it was an event or something.

"Be kinder to me. Yikes! I'm trying so hard for you. Huh!

Quick, quick. Inside screaming as you wave your ass. I get cheers from around me for that look. Besides, the grand attitude in foster care doesn't make me feel ashamed at all, and they seem to think it's totally street performance or something.

The stars blinked in the black eyes of Makoto Ogasawara staring at him like that. Obviously interested. No, I'm definitely excited.

"I'm not your luggage. - Whoa! I'll try anything. - Whoa!

Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his voice as he waved his ass again, had a full smile as he dyed his face bright red.

Unlike in foster care, he seems shy for once, but his mood is exhilarated by the refreshment of shouting in public.

I felt dizzy and fluttered while holding my head with my hand.

A crowd that keeps gathering. A gushing cheer. The two idiots are helpless idiots, but they both look like beautiful girls with first-class products. That's what started performing on the street, so it's natural for people to come by.

Besides, worst of all, a student in our high school uniform looked flirty in the gathered audience.

"Hey, isn't that Ogasawara? What are you doing?

"Maybe even the band started it. Who's the kid next door? It's so cute, though."

"Ugh, twin vocals for two beautiful girls? This, Senior Sugiura, doesn't it suck? Isn't he popular with Ogasawara?

Several girls in our high school uniform are having a conversation watching two idiots in surprise. Besides, I was even shooting images on my phone.

What do we do? Put those idiots away and leave here. No, if left unattended, there is a risk that the damage will increase. But I want to avoid putting it out.

There is no problem in knowing that there is a connection between Makoto Ogasawara and Minoru, but there is no reason for them to know that there is a connection between Minoru and me. And yet, if I go out here, my connection to foster care will be exposed.

"Tonbi rang, pi-ha-ha, flying through the sky, pi-ha-ha."

"The rabbit jumped, pimp, pimp! Hit your nose. Lovely!

If the audience was confused and worried about what to do, two idiots sang it out without even knowing what I was up to. It's a song with a nursery rhyme, but I've never heard of it. It is hammered by the soprano inside and the alto perfection of Makoto Ogasawara.

And an ass to be shaken. Matching hands began to rise from the surroundings as that butt swayed.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was shy, but he was held from his surroundings and he came on track, the beginning and end of singing out louder. The gesture of that ass keeps getting more and more rhythmic.

No, no, no, no, no. There's nothing more we can do about this.

The only way I can get out is to force those two idiots. That would make it difficult to use the inside as an investigative personnel, but it would be a lot better than leaving it like this and the damage spreading.

Besides, there are still a lot of uses inside. Especially as a leader in manipulating Makoto Ogasawara. To that end, the best way to do this is to force them to take you without further spreading the noise.

I rewore the cap I was wearing as deep as possible, when I was ready to scratch the crowd and try to move on and out.

Rikanaka looked at me like a chilli and meditated on one eye, winking.

That's when I realized there was a fuss. Maybe he's in foster care......

Makoto Ogasawara was showing a bare gesture hesitating to be exposed all over the city. Besides, Makoto Ogasawara tends to hate conspicuous behavior.

Isn't Rikanaka trying to teach herself how conspicuous it is to say that she stands out to Makoto Ogasawara?

Therefore, even if left alone, the damage will not increase. They should perform appropriately to gush the crowd and cut it up in moderation.

And knowing how fun and pleasant it is to be noticed, Makoto Ogasawara will ease his resistance to exposure throughout the city. Besides, it would be all the more so if there were inside by your side.

That's how I got out of the crowd surrounding them, and I walked into the grocery store that was nearby.

It's not a bad ruse to be in foster care, but that's why I don't want them to think you two idiots look familiar.

Two high school girls keep singing songs about nursery rhymes. Moreover, the slow tempo and adorable singing echoed, and the size of the crowd surrounding those two was following a path of expansion.

Leaving those two alone, I was killing time at the grocery store.

It will be time to get along. If I do too much, I won't be able to collect it. I don't even think foster care missees that.

There was a loud cheer from the outside on the arrow tip that I thought so.

When I looked out with Chirali, I saw two shadows running away from the grocery store entrance. It's definitely Makoto Rikanaka and Makoto Ogasawara.

One loud cheer probably stemmed from the end of street performances. As I read, it looks like he left before he could collect any more.

My phone vibrated after they passed in front of the grocery store.

The incoming call was an email from a foster home, informing them of their current location.

Instruct the emails inside to head to the station.

I can't help but notice what has stood out. Besides, it was necessary to expose Makoto Ogasawara. So I'm not even going to scold you inside.

or a little too conspicuous in Arcade Street. If we keep acting with those two, we'll definitely get noticed from around us.

Then we need to change the place of instruction.

Luckily, the grocery store I entered was lined up with a variety of products. It was the rashes and glasses that caught my eye in it.

The scallops are part of what is called hair-coating. Besides, unlike professional stuff, it's pretty affordable, but instead, it's a bit of a lie.

Well, that's good. In the end, if you can disguise it, that's fine.

Hairstyles mean a lot in disguise. A woman with long hair will not be able to replace her hair so much, but if a man suddenly stretches his hair, he will have a different impression on his surroundings.

Hair attachment that can be removed with one touch. Among them, I chose something very similar to my hair quality. And black-edged Dade glasses. As long as I have these two items, they won't reveal who I am.

I bought hair and dat glasses. When I took the hat, I attached hair to the back of my head, hung my glasses and put the hat on again. And stand in front of the look that was in the store.

Um, perfect. If it's my hair quality with little habit after dark hair, it's not that uncomfortable even with cheap hair. And it's all the more so because he's wearing a hat.

This wouldn't make you realize it was me, even if there were our high school students on the train en route to the mall or at the mall.

After a few checks in front of him, I left the store and headed to the station to rendezvous with the two of them.

The e-mail sent from the foster home clearly indicated the route of travel and the current location.

There are no land books in foster care, but there is Makoto Ogasawara next door. I guess it's easy to understand and write the information I heard from that Makoto Ogasawara.

If Makoto Ogasawara was the sender of the email, it would definitely be difficult.

The final point of that email was the western entrance behind the station.

"Ha? Mr. Castle Island is a ponytail..."

"Hahaha! What's so cute about it?

Two figures overlooking me from the top of that staircase as I walk up the footbridge stairs to the western entrance to the station.

Come on, you guys aren't wearing underwear. And yet it's something that looks down from the top of the stairs, so we can both see round the skirt.

Hairless but dirty female genitals in foster care and hairless female genitals from Makoto Ogasawara. Plus, I had a complete view of the anal stick handle inserted into my anus.

I looked around, but no one seemed to notice that the two were putting on petite exposures.

Running up the stairs, I grabbed the arm in the foster care and pulled it forcefully to move it. Makoto Ogasawara, whose hand is held from inside, also moves at the same time.

"You, I could see the whole thing from the bottom."

"Heh? I was showing you? Besides, I was careful not to be seen from anyone other than Mr. Castle Island."

Inside answering my query with a floating attitude.

"Duh, I'm thrilled. After all, Senior Reichung is amazing..."

Makoto Ogasawara, standing next to the inside of it, strokes his chest down with a bright red face and haha and a rough breath.

"Nevertheless, I didn't think Mr. Castle Island would go ahead and dress as a woman. It's more colorful than it was in middle school and it's so... dangerous."

A pompous cheek-dyed foster child has said such a silly thing.

Who dresses like a woman? I guess I just put hair on it and hung my glasses. I don't go into women's clothing because nothing has changed in my outfit just because my hair has grown.

"Sa, Senior foster school, Mr. Castle Island from Ponytail is too cute, what should I do?

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me with a bright red face and roughing his breath, pulled the hand in the foster care he was holding in a quick fashion and said such a silly thing.

Who's cute, Cora? That's why the outfit hasn't changed, so this is an alley, if it's not a ponytail, it's a lot to do. It's like a samurai.

"Maybe if you were a wrapped wig like a ponytail, you thought it was easy to put on or something? For all you think about, Mr. Castle Island, there's a place where you can be careless and cheap about yourself. But it feels like you're in charge of the women's kendo club."

"Oh, I see, are you the master of the women's kendo department...... you're kind of like that, I'm convinced"

Instead of me staring at you two with my jitsu eyes, you two idiots are cheering on your own.

The general of the women's kendo ministry...... I thought you looked like a samurai. Subtle about my thoughts, but the women are extra.

Well, that's fine if they don't notice it's me for now. If there is no discomfort, there is no problem.

"Let's go, it's a waste of time."

That's what I said, walking out to the station entrance, behind me, two people holding hands follow me.

"Mr. Castle Island, aren't you angry?

Inside walking early with Makoto Ogasawara's hand, he spoke alongside me. Makoto Ogasawara, walking next to him inside, looks at me with an anxious face.

Don't you get angry? The sincerity of the question would be attached to earlier street performances.

"No questions asked. I decided it would be useful as part of my training. No reason to scold me."

I looked sideways at Chirali and the inside and threw it away so.

Makoto Ogasawara now exposed his skirt from the top of the stairs downstairs. I know you were prompted by foster care, but the significance of doing that really makes a difference.

"Right? That's why I told you, right? Mr. Castle Island said he wouldn't be pointlessly angry. Because he's the one who'll admit it properly if there's a reason."

"Yes, I knew Senior Rikanaka was right. Because I thought I was going to get angry. Because I'm in good shape..."

Makoto Ogasawara, speaking to Makoto Ogasawara with a grin, and Makoto Ogasawara, who is snorting cocklessly when he hears the words in it, is stroking his chest down with a ho.

In applying exposure tutorials, it can be said that behavior during foster care was a very excellent decision. Surrounded by all those spectators, they cheered. Makoto Ogasawara's mood will still be exhilarating.

When I read my thoughts and took action to facilitate my education, I would naturally have been convinced that I was aware of it. So I was able to decide that there was no such thing as being scolded by me.

But Makoto Ogasawara was only caught in the act of fostering. I would not have been able to determine what the action would mean, etc. That's why I thought you'd scold me.

And Masaki Ogasawara would have trusted Masaki more with the current state of affairs, which he was right about.

You're good, a dual ploy to plant resistance and interest in exposure and at the same time increase confidence in yourself.

If this is the way to go, it's my way from here. Let's get one more step up here.

"Ri Zhong"

"Hmm?"

When I stopped, I called out to look back into foster care. When he stops, he turns to me and tilts his neck.

I wrapped my hand around the waist in it, and when I pulled in slightly more forcefully, I hugged the middle of the foster home.

"Wha!?

In the midst of being completely poked at the intent, he raises a dumb voice as he dyes his face bright red in an instant.

"Well done."

Slap that head gently with a pomp while holding him in a hurry. And I saw Makoto Ogasawara on the side with Chirali.

Makoto Ogasawara, still holding his hand in foster care, held his finger as he dyed his cheeks and looked at us with envy.

If you act according to my will, you will be praised. I showed it to him right in front of me.

Praised by me, Foster. Makoto Ogasawara will burn a sense of confrontation inside it, but that's why Makoto Ogasawara lacks experience. Then how can I be praised?

The answer is simple. By not taking the lead on the instructions during foster care and adding arrangements there, we will achieve more than just foster care.

The sense of confrontation drives that action and the desire to be praised encourages autonomy.

I turned to Makoto Ogasawara, away from the midst of a state of relief with a bright red face to burn.

"Ogasawara"

"Yes..."

Makoto Ogasawara looked nervous as he spoke to me and dyed his cheeks.

"Well done. I'm counting on you next time."

Speaking of which, I slipped away and walked out of the foster home. And Makoto Ogasawara, who is holding his hand in foster care, is also caught and walks out.

Masaru Ogasawara is in a state of relaxation and swelling her cheeks with tears. During the foster care, he was stroked in the head after being held tight. But Makoto Ogasawara was only called out. There is a great difference there.

"We have to work hard..."

I laughed inside out at that whine I heard from behind me.

Perfect. Now Makoto Ogasawara will go ahead and teach exposure himself. That would only be if there was a plan to stay in foster care. So it's only natural that you praised the inside, but you wouldn't even realize that was a measure.

Now, how far will the upcoming Makoto Ogasawara entertain me? With a laugh that was about to erupt, I headed to the ticket slot.