Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

Light of day inserting slightly from the gap of the deadline curtain. The time is after noon, so it's midday outside.

But the interior is dim because of the curtains being closed.

Only orange bean bulbs illuminate such a dim indoor.

"Looks like you slept."

Squeeze as you look sideways at the corner of the room.

"Looks like it."

A whisper that killed a voice heard from next door.

Me sitting on the floor with my back on the wall and Makoto Ogasawara sitting snuggly next to me like that.

Makoto Ogasawara leaning against me is squeezing my hand and keeping his head on my shoulder.

A slight sleep you hear when you clear your ears. Shizuka Ogasawara, bored by severe pain until earlier and leaking groans and roughing her breath, probably had more severe mental depletion than physical. I think I fell asleep.

By the way, I kept a wet towel on my bright red swollen ass.

When I lay Shizuka Ogasawara on the blanket I always used, Makoto Ogasawara sat in the corner of the room and was somewhat depressed.

I wanted to tell you to help, too, but, well, my dear sister was punished in front of me. Sometimes I wonder. That's why I left it.

Yet when the treatment of Shizuka Ogasawara was over, he rushed over with a full grin.

Apparently he wasn't even so depressed. Then why didn't you help? You don't really know what an idiot thinks.

Shizuka Ogasawara was slapped in the ass by me and still didn't beg for forgiveness until the end. He was stuffy in pain with tears, runny nose and a coveted face, squirting his piss as he cramped his body.

But the black and large eyes that tended to catch eyes had a slight light. That was such a small change that it seemed like it was my fault, but the eyes that were carrappo did have light on them.

I felt that sin didn't have to disappear, like I wasn't going to die anymore.

Punishment in front of my sister may have lightened only a little the sin that was being pressed against Shizuka Ogasawara. But to be free from the curse would still be a long way off.

The sins accumulated over the years in the accumulation do not disappear so easily. Shizuka Ogasawara himself knows that better than anyone.

The sins committed by Shizuka Ogasawara will not disappear, no matter who forgives them. Until the day Shizuka Ogasawara himself forgives himself.

That's why that kid bitch didn't beg for forgiveness. I desperately tried to tell my sister with that body that it was not an acceptable sin to this extent.

"Did you hear that? Your sister's voice."

Shizuka Ogasawara was screaming whenever she was slapped in the butt. It wasn't words or anything, it was a sad cry without a voice.

But you heard me. No matter who didn't hear me, it must have only sounded like Makoto Ogasawara.

I'm sorry, sister. That heartfelt cry.

"I've heard it for a long time now. Shizuka is really a very sweet kid. I know that, but I couldn't do anything about it. I'm sorry."

The whispering whisper is trembling. I guess I remember Shizuka Ogasawara being punished and feeling responsible.

This is his biggest weakness. And this masochism is the culprit of it all.

"An idiot is telling me to stop doing that. Don't blame yourself. Understand that if you blame yourself, it will hunt down your sister at the same time."

When I said that with my tongue pounding, I heard a weak voice from next door saying, "I'm sorry..."

Makoto Ogasawara was drowning his sister. No, I guess I'm still drowning. But the fact that my sister found out she was someone else with no blood connection twisted her love.

If you don't devote more love because your blood isn't connected. You must have thought so.

That's my discretionary speculation, but I can assure you that if you were looking at Makoto Ogasawara, you would have definitely thought so.

The great love and strong thoughts of Makoto Ogasawara, who was supposed to head for the better. That turned to the worse.

As a stubborn blow there, there was an incident that started with Shizuka Ogasawara's actions and ripped the middle of Makoto Ogasawara and Tatsuya Sasaki.

Shizuka Ogasawara said. If my sister had met a man, there was no mistake. But he cursed Tatsuya Sasaki, as if to contradict the words. He told me he molested my sister.

If Makoto Ogasawara was taken from Tatsuya Sasaki, then Shizuka Ogasawara's words are too unnatural.

Shizuka Ogasawara pushed the cutter against my throat and provoked my sister. Shizuka Ogasawara was not very calm at that time. Anyway, I want to be killed by my sister, but I can also assume that she lied with the meaning of provocation.

Speaking in front of me, maybe your sister stepped on it when it got too high.

Conversely, it is also believed that my heart leaked out because I was not calm.

I don't know what it actually is, but it's probably a matter of perspective. Shizuka Ogasawara acknowledges Tatsuya Sasaki. No, should I say I was admitting it?

If Tatsuya Sasaki had molested his sister like Shizuka Ogasawara said, would Shizuka Ogasawara leave Tatsuya Sasaki alone?

Didn't you get your hands on me because my sister's the one you loved? No, you're not.

Shizuka Ogasawara was cornered that far because he had no one to rub that sin against.

Tatsuya Sasaki would otherwise be the subject of revenge. To say that Tatsuya Sasaki has not been the subject of revenge is reasonable to assume that Shizuka Ogasawara had some reason not to sincerely resent Tatsuya Sasaki.

Then Shizuka Ogasawara admitted it at least. Tatsuya Sasaki.

In other words, the fact that Tatsuya Sasaki left his sister, didn't it appear in Shizuka Ogasawara's eyes as if it had spooked his sister itself? For whatever reason, couldn't you forgive Tatsuya Sasaki for leaving with his sister?

Is that why you convinced Tatsuya Sasaki that you couldn't do anything about it?

Then who does Shizuka Ogasawara resent the most? It was Shizuka Ogasawara himself who created the cause that broke my sister.

In the end, the most unforgivable was myself, and that's why Shizuka Ogasawara had no escape except the option of dying.

Given the circumstances, it does seem like Tatsuya Sasaki couldn't help it. My sister, whose thought-provoking counterpart split the blood. It's just too big for a junior high to have a problem. Besides, what the hell can you say you can do, being persuaded by both the Sasaki and Ogasawara families?

Furthermore, from the words of Shizuka Ogasawara, only Makoto Ogasawara carried the sin. That means that if the relationship continues, all of its responsibilities will go to Makoto Ogasawara.

It must have been a totally laughable and irresistible situation.

The only thing that would have happened was to take Makoto Ogasawara and run away. To a strange land where no one knows who they are.

So what do we do next? What can a junior high kid do? In a situation where no one is on your side, can you tell me with your chest open that I will protect you?

I guess I can't. Makoto Ogasawara broke because he couldn't.

There is no such thing as punching your hand. Shut up and pull back. There's no other way. Tell yourself that's the best thing for Makoto Ogasawara.

I'd like to say that I agree with Shizuka Ogasawara in one way or another.

Just because there's nothing I can do, I want to say it out loud that you can't back down so much. Even if there was nothing I could do, I want to say aloud that a man wouldn't beep one or two of the hats. Even if I don't have the strength to protect you, I want you to speak up and tell me I'm going to protect you.

It's not a question of whether you can protect it. The important thing is whether you tried to protect it or not.

Whatever the reason, if you pulled back with your hands on a woman, it's natural to be told that you did.

If you say something like that out loud, you're going to get beaten up by a bunch of people from foster care.

There, uh, well, that's it, 'cause I'm a big bad guy. Um, I'm a big villain, so no problem. Besides, I only have anus.

That's okay, but we're going to need to change the future treatment of Makoto Ogasawara.

I was going to poke Makoto Ogasawara down to the bottom of Natsuo and poke him back at Sasaki when I was ready to play to some extent, but stop.

If this happens, I'll teach Makoto Ogasawara thoroughly. And I'll tailor it to the best meat potty that sluts but don't lose clarity, and make Sasaki regret it.

I'm going to make you regret that you abandoned the best woman you've ever seen.

Fuha, that's me, what an outrageous animal. I can even remember the cold.

"Well, thank you for Shizuka."

Makoto Ogasawara, squeezing my hand tightly in his grip, whispers hisso when he leans back or lips in my ear.

Since my sister is asleep, I would take care not to wake her up.

"I did what I liked. Because I hate fucking busy little bitches. It is my creed that those who do not care should be thoroughly beaten to the ground. That's all. That's why I don't have a relationship with you."

When I answered that in a whisper as I struck my tongue, I could see Makoto Ogasawara giggling softly.

What are you laughing at? Not at all. He's annoying.

"The truth is, Senior Reichung told me to be tough. He told me to keep an eye on Aoi until I got back."

"Ah?"

"It's about Aoi, so he said he might carry it in on his own. That's because he won't punish me, even though I've had painful eyes many times in the past. Because you're such an idiot."

"That bastard......"

Who says there's no punishment? Besides, who's stupid? What do you look great about being in foster care? This is going to need to be punished quite severely.

Why should I punish you in the first place? I'm a man who avoids fights without a chance. It suited my pain because, you know, that, that, I was a kid, too.

Yes, I was the only one in foster care who knew when I was a kid.

But I'm different now. After two years I grew up. I would never take a battle without a chance or sell it. If I sell or buy a fight, that's a sure chance.

"To tell the truth, I was so jealous that I wanted to cry. Senior Rikanaka knows everything about Aoi. And it will be just like Senior Rikanaka said. I thought you wouldn't be hostile to such a senior-in-law. I was wondering if I could even be a competitor. But..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who was whispering with his lips in my ear, moved out with Mozomozo when he cut the words there.

Makoto Ogasawara, who let go of my hand he was holding and crawled on all fours, lowered his hips over his thighs as he stretched his legs and sat across both of my legs. And I'm staring straight at you.

"When Aoi left the room, I had no intention of stopping Aoi. But as Senior Rikanaka said, if you think for Aoi, you should stop."

"You, could you have been awake?

"Yes."

Because of the dim orange light, I can't really see Makoto Ogasawara's face sitting on my thigh. All I know is that you're staring at me.

"I thought Aoi would be absolutely fine. If you're Aoi, take Shizuka."

Makoto Ogasawara, who whispered with a trembling voice like that, fell towards me.

When I reach out, I take Makoto Ogasawara.

The feel of Makoto Ogasawara pressed from the front. Unlike Shizuka Ogasawara and Shizuka Ogasawara, who remain young, it was a terribly fleshy and inferior luscious flesh.

And a sweet scent that tickles my nose. In that slight sweetness there was a mixture of slutty smells that drove a man crazy.

"I'm sorry, no, I'm sorry. I really wanted to stop it. But... I wanted you to save Shizuka. I put you at risk, dear, with my selfish thoughts. I knew I'd risk it, but I couldn't stop you.... I don't know if I deserve to be by your side."

Makoto Ogasawara was unable to put all his thoughts on words. Because my lips blocked those soft lips.

Reaching out his right hand to Makoto Ogasawara's head, he presses his lips deep and hard when pressed.

You tried to escape, you tried to pull yourself back, Makoto Ogasawara, but because my left hand is turned to my hips with a gutter, you can't possibly get any movement or anything.

No, you can if you want to resist. Anyway, Makoto Ogasawara's hands are free.

But Makoto Ogasawara, while trying to pull himself back, turned his free hands around my back and grabbed my jacket hard. Just wondering if it's something I'll ever let go of.

I don't deserve it. But I don't want to leave. The contradictory thoughts come from overlapping lips.

Releasing the force of his right hand, which was holding his head down, Makoto Ogasawara presses his lips extra hard instead of leaving.

The act of overlapping lips was too much, backwards of that thought, which I strongly seek.

I don't have to ask. He's not used to physical connections. That's what I've always felt.

There is no reason to know how far Sasaki and I were related, but the thought and connection seemed to have a great spiritual aspect.

The only ones who can forgive each other their hearts. A fruit sister and brother who divided the blood.

Above all, it's rumors that prove it. Makoto Ogasawara and Tatsuya Sasaki were only spreading rumors that they were like sisters and brothers, even though they were an incredible distance as men and women.

It was probably just an act of licking each other's wounds and comforting each other, not romantic emotions or anything else.

Everything is my speculation. The truth will not be revealed unless you ask Makoto Ogasawara directly. But no matter what the truth is, it doesn't matter to me.

He's here. I blame myself, I try to escape this place, but I am still here of my own free will. That's the only truth.

Makoto Ogasawara is the only place next to me.

Makoto Ogasawara, who lays his lips strong and deep on my lips, overflows tears from his closed eyes, betting his whole body on me. When I put my right hand on Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder, I was forced to peel it off.

"Ha, ha - it disappears! I'll disappear from before you! But just a little more, just a little more..."

"Cuckoo, he's a fool everywhere. You are."

You thought you were forced to pull away from me and reject me, Makoto Ogasawara, distorting his face, raising a sad scream and pleading. He blew it out of his head that his sister was asleep.

It erupted unexpectedly into its overly funny appearance.

You don't know anything, but you're gonna disappear from before me? Don't you dare do this to yourself. Who's gonna let you get away with this, you idiot, you're this meat potty candidate I've got eyes on. Besides, it has unparalleled qualities. I will never allow you to run away.

If Makoto Ogasawara is to be used as a meat potty, the time will soon come to tell the truth. The behavior that has been done so far was not the training of massages, but the instruction to become a meat potty.

Initially, I was going to tell the truth after I pushed him down to Naruto, but Makoto Ogasawara became more dependent on me than I expected without falling into Naruto. Then it's not a bad idea to tell the truth and let it grind.

What happens when you find out you're just a sex treatment tool, a meat potty. Still, Makoto Ogasawara will ask me for spiritual fulfillment. But there's no way such sweet fantasies can come true. That's why you can't even walk away from me, and gradually fall into Naruto as you grind.

That would be a hell of a lot harder than falling into Nara without knowing anything.

"Ogasawara, Kuku, actually, it's a trick to train a massage. It's all a ruse to tailor you to meat potty. You're nothing but a sex processing tool to me. Don't even know that, you say you disappear for me. Let him go, you idiot, no matter how much you resist, it's all too late -"

When I caught the corner of my mouth and laughed low, I revealed everything without covering it up.

Yet Makoto Ogasawara, who heard my words, opened his eyes...

"Ugh."

Makoto Ogasawara hugged me as I overflowed with tears, biting my lower lip and sipping my nose.

Strong as if you were going to say you weren't going to let me go, fierce as if you were going to say you wanted me, and then warm as a wrap.

"Why are you so sweet? Because if you're the bad guy, I can be by your side at will? Is that what you're saying, that it's all you, not me?

I almost erupted into that whisper like I was giggling as I trembled.

How stupid is he? You still believe me when you know the truth?

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as me you believe in. You were just dancing to me. I'm just blind to the statue I created.

"Bullshit. I only saw you as a lust."

"Look at me. Your eyes have always been warm! Your hands touching my body were always sweet! It was polite and delicate everywhere, as if touching a glass workmanship! And you accepted me without asking me anything! I was so sweet to you! Only when I was with you could I forget everything!

Makoto Ogasawara, who was attached to me, blocked my words as he screamed like crazy, waking himself up and squeezing my jacket chest with both hands.

"I'm not that stupid either. Yikes! As much as that wasn't massage training, I've been noticing it along the way. Shh! And yet I kept staying by your side because I'd been crazy about you for a long time!

Makoto Ogasawara screaming so loud that his voice cracks, shaking my jacket so hard that he's grabbing it.

... Wait, hey, wait, what did he just say? Did you know that what I've done so far wasn't massage training? Is that what you said?

Ha, no, no, no way...

"Hey, wait a minute..."

"I like it. Yikes! About you, Aoi! I love it so much! Nobody likes you so much! There won't be any more! Even if I'm reborn, I'll look for you! I can really say something stupid like that - I like you so much!

Makoto Ogasawara, who blocks my words and screams like crazy, stares at me with his bloody eyes as he roughly bares his breath.

Just give me a minute. So what is it? Are you telling me it was all an act by Makoto Ogasawara? You're telling me you were pretending to be deceived while you spotted my lie that it was massage training?

Such an idiot. But I thought it was just a little weird. Even with all that perverse tuning, I wasn't just a little uncomfortable with Makoto Ogasawara, who honestly believed me.

But I was convinced that it was because I was stupid.

When that happens, it wasn't Makoto Ogasawara who was fooled, was it me? Does that mean I was being deceived? Me? Were you fooled?

No, no, no, no, that's not it. That's impossible, but what if I was being deceived?

Oh, calm down, I, first, calm down, calm down.

"... Ha ha, huh? You, you knew? That's not massage training?

"It's obvious! You don't have to know if you just rub your body down, and don't put sticks or test tubes in your butthole with a massage. Awesome! Even I know that's stupid. Yo!

Asking Makoto Ogasawara while desperately keeping her cool, she returned the answer without getting her hair in between. The cry pierces Gusari's chest.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down first.

Well, I don't care if you knew. I naturally knew that Makoto Ogasawara had taken advantage of my ruse. Yes, I was acting knowingly.

One, I mean, uh, well, yeah, that's it, I noticed Makoto Ogasawara's ploy to pretend he was fooled while he noticed my ploy, and he used it backwards.

Oh, yeah, yeah, this is it! I was just using Makoto Ogasawara's ploy!

My body is trembling on its own, this is it, samurai trembling.

My vision feels slightly narrower because this is it, my spirit is sharpened.

Strange sweats are gushing out of my whole body, and this is it, this room is stuck!

"... Oh, you know, I thought Aoi had it all figured out and it was on me, but maybe... I really thought I was being fooled?

"Whoops!?

Makoto Ogasawara, peeking into my eyes with a worried look, asked me in such a way as to be afraid.

I accidentally released all the oxygen from my lungs into that too much shock remark.

"Ho!? Ha!? Hiu!? Hiu!?

"Aoi!? Aoi is okay!? Breathe! Calm down and breathe!

You want me to breathe? Why should I be ordered by you?

This is it, trying to breathe in so much pain, but acting like your body is cramped without being able to breathe properly. That's how I feel about acting.

Makoto Ogasawara, who saw me like that, asks me desperately in a hurry if he peddled my act.

You idiot, I didn't even realize it was an act.

My vision is gradually getting white, but I'm going to say it's such an impatient act. You don't have to notice.

"Oh, excuse me! Excuse me!

"Mmmm!?

Makoto Ogasawara, staring straight at me acting cramped without being able to breathe, said so overlapping his lips on my lips and forcing me to breathe in. That cured cramps throughout the body and distanced the suffering.

My vision, which was about to turn white, returns to its original dim darkness.

"Pfft! One more time!

Makoto Ogasawara, away from my lips, looked at me with momentum again as he breathed heavily.

Okay, this is the end of the act.

"Ha, ha, ma, stay - it's okay now - mmm!?

I tried to tell Makoto Ogasawara that my breathing had resumed, but Makoto Ogasawara blocks my lips faster than that. But it doesn't breathe in like it did earlier.

Instead something plush forced into my mouth. And it's tangled up in my tongue.

He pretends not to notice and mouths me, knowing that my breathing has resumed.

I tried to stretch my hands out onto Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder in an attempt to poke him away, but he grabbed both of those wrists with a gutter and pushed them against the wall.

I tried to shake it, but I couldn't help it.

Shit, I'm in too bad shape. I'm sitting on the floor with my back on the wall with my legs stretched forward. There's Makoto Ogasawara on that thigh.

I have to get Makoto Ogasawara off my thigh in order to get up, but I can't move one thing.

Besides, it doesn't even come true to shake your body because you're grabbed by both wrists and pressed against the wall.

Besides, the biggest problem is you can't move your head. I can't move my face because my lips are blocked.

When standing up from a seated position, a human has to take a forward leaning position once, but because his lips are blocked and pressed hard, it is not possible to take a forward leaning position.

I tried to move my legs and shake down Makoto Ogasawara, but in a sitting state, and with my legs stretched out, it is impossible to lift one human, even if the other is a woman. On the contrary, I can't even shake it.

Then I tried to make my arm say something, but I can't do that either. I would be better up there if I had simple arm power, but I can't give half of my original power because my hands are affixed to the wall in a way that looks like I did.

The head, neck, shoulders, arms, hips, feet, and all those points of force were sealed by the time they were complete. And I instantly sealed them at the same time.

Koitsu, did you just sit on my thigh with the intention of sealing my actions from the start?

In other words, now that I've been sealed of all my physical abilities, I can't even resist to say that I'm being attacked from a meat potty. What a humiliation.

No, no, no, no, I'm not being attacked. There's no way I'm going to get attacked by a meat potty.

This is that, um, that, yeah, that's the kind of play. That's right, that's right, actually. This is a play that gets humiliated from meat potty and I'm just getting attacked and doing it.

Sometimes I thought that was an ant.

It doesn't matter easily if I take it seriously. But I dare not do anything. Because that's the kind of play this is. Yeah, I feel really good right now.

"Pfft!"

The lips that were pressed apart, Makoto Ogasawara breathes into his chest full. He told me silently that it was going to block my lips again.

I'm in a delightful mood, but if I stay like this, I'm sure I'll be eaten.

"Whoa, Ogasawara! Calm down! Calm down first! I'm being attacked by Wazza and you, but if I'm not attacked by Wazza, this is a clear criminal act! Rape is no exaggeration! It's not a crime because you're being attacked with a waza, but it's a crime if it's not with a waza! Do you understand that?

This is a meat potty play, so I'm perfectly normal. I'm not in a hurry either. I'd rather have too much room and yawn.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I can't contain myself anymore..."

Makoto Ogasawara stared at me with his eyes that had lost light when he looked at me so close as to touch me, holding my hands against the wall and squeezing those wrists tightly.

A quiet voice that struck and unusual from earlier shouts. But the voice felt an indescribable weight. And I don't feel a single stray in those eyes staring at me.

Shit, this is very shitty. No, it's because they're attacking me, so I don't care, but it doesn't look like I can handle it with words. My eyes are totally yip.

"When I said I didn't deserve to be by your side, you tried to blame yourself for all that and carry me. At that moment, something burst in me. Aobi-san's favorite beam almost came out of her eyes."

"Heh, heh, shit, did the beam almost come out? But you weren't answering, so you're gonna be okay? Ha ha ha..."

Makoto Ogasawara tried to match the joke, but Makoto Ogasawara, Teng himself who made the joke, stares at me with a true face without even a dust.

What are you joking about? You're laughing, right? This is where you laugh, isn't it? Hey, laugh.

"I've been patient for a long time. I wanted to be messed up by you. I wanted to be sought so hard and so hard that this body broke. But you're sweet, so I never did anything terrible with words. And yet, treat Shizuka so hard. I, for the first time in my life, was jealous of Shizuka. And a blanket of memories wrapped with Aoi... so frustrating."

"Oh, Ogasawara? Ogasawara, jealousy? Huh? Jealous? Hey, I'm not sure what you're talking about.

I'm jealous, man. I'm jealous. Makoto Ogasawara is jealous of Shizuka Ogasawara's what? There was nothing to be jealous of, was there? Because we were together? Is this because you came into the room with me?

'Cause you, I would have left a proper letter. Besides, I was hoping you could save my sister. I told you earlier.

I don't know why, what the hell. But I'm cool. 'Cause that's the kind of play this is. I am calm and I know everything about the situation.

I mean, I can totally afford it.

"Don't worry about me! You're not going to be gone from before me. It hurts! I can't help it. My chest hurts! It's all your fault! Because you're gonna show up before me! It's so painful because of you!

Makoto Ogasawara crying like an abandoned dog. In its blood-running eyes is madness similar to the intent to kill.

That's the first passion Mayuki Ogasawara has shown, passionate and masochistic everywhere.

But Makoto Ogasawara dropped without strength. The force that was put in me to crush my wrist fell off, and the hand I was grasping was released.

Masaru Ogasawara slowly lifts up the face that was dropping his shoulders in dismay. There was no previous madness in that expression, and there was a painful grin sticking up to mock myself.

"Please help me. It's so painful that I want to die. And yet...... I'm so happy. It's painful with you, but I'm happy. I don't know what to do..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who shrugged so quietly, began to take off the uniform he was wearing.

"I, Aoi, don't want to bother you. But I still want to be with you. It doesn't have to be the best. That's fine if I can stay with you. I'm not sure what a meat potty is, but I, I'll do anything. So..."

Makoto Ogasawara, taking off his uniform jacket with a bump and a grunt, laughed at the snare, not even trying to hide the exposed, busty breasts.

"I'll do anything. I'll do anything. So please. Do not throw away…"

Lost light eyes stare at me. Maybe that seemed like the first real thing Makoto Ogasawara ever said to me.

I'll do anything because I don't want to be dumped. That's why I want you to stay by my side. That's passive selfishness everywhere. Too small a wish.

"Kukku......"

He is still stupid. Despise yourself on the meat potty. But just say you want to be by my side. I'm about to fall to the bottom of Naruto myself for just that much wish.

Unusual, unusual and hilarious woman. Exactly the kind of woman she was born to be a meat potty.

"You think I'm gonna dump you? Idiot, there's no other way there's a meat potty with the same qualities as you. Will you stay? Hey, I bet you do, Makoto."

I would never meet such a delicacy again. Pure everywhere on the way, stronger than anyone else, then brittle.

It's like a cherry blossom blooming mad in the dark night. They didn't tell me to bloom, they didn't show it to anyone, they were blooming alone unknowingly. And if the wind blows, it will scatter. Still don't stop blooming.

That's why the true harp is so beautiful. That's why I'm so attracted to you.

Reaching out my right hand, I let that hand touch True Harp's cheek.

Zero tears of worn out and large grains, Makoto rubs his cheek against my hand laughing happily when he closes his eyes.

And slowly open black, big eyes had a definite light on them.

"Makoto, you're my own, my own meat potty. I hereby order you to bet your whole life on me."

I slipped my hand from cheek to neck, and I pulled that hand over the trumpet. And when I turned my hands to that back, I held them tight.

"Yes......"

That was a very small, weak, trembling voice. However, I could definitely feel how much strong and hard I put into that reply.

The contract was concluded. Zhenqin accepted to be my meat potty at this moment and vowed to devote his life to me.

It means that being hostile to the true harp, which is my possession, means being my enemy.

If you try to get your hands on the real harp, I won't hesitate in any way, I'll smash it with all my might.

"Aoi, Makoto's body is hot. I want Aoi..."

Makoto, who is held by me, stares at me with his breathless, wandering eyes and pleads with his lips pressed again and again.

"Huh, you're a hell of a slut. Verbal discourse such as forcing my husband to use it. You have no idea what you are. Seems like we need some tough manipulation to figure it out."

Makoto, swallowing cockroaches and spit into my words, shook his body blurry. Apparently, the words alone reached it lightly.

"No, I'm a slut, and True Harp is an irresistible slut. Please give such a bad true harp a harsh punishment. I want to be penned in the butt."

True Harp's eyes, pleading so, have completely forgotten me. But it's not the dark eyes that lost the light like earlier. There were certainly shining eyes there.

Right, do you want a tough maneuver? Fine, I'll inflict unthinkable harsh punishment on you so much as cry and beg for forgiveness.

The strongest punishment to cry and beg for forgiveness, even with all that inside. Let's feed him a whispering attack.

"Makoto, you really do like me. I've had my head full of you since I first saw you."

"Huh!?

Makoto Ogasawara, who would have decided to be ready to endure any harsh punishment, opened his eyes and solidified as to what my words had completely pushed through the oblique side of his expectations.

"Oh, you know, Aoi? Oh, that? Isn't that a butt pen?

Makoto is solidifying his eyes while black-and-white. Waking myself up with my back off the wall, I pushed the upset harp down to the floor.

"Don't get me wrong, everything I'm about to say is a lie. That's what this is all about. That's what I like about you, Makoto. I love you."

"Ha!?

Makoto, who made Bikun and his body jump, finally understood what I was meant to do, and tried to escape with a convulsive grin. But he's already been pushed down from me, even though he can't move well because of his rigid body.

"Let them get away with it, you idiot. This is where the real deal starts. Adorable. Enjoy the way you gasp. Until I feel better."

"Shit... Aoi Shin is a ghost after all..."

The true harp, which fights terror while dyeing his whole body bright red, shakes his body with a blur and leaks a hot exhale.

The interior was beginning to fill with the sweet, slutty smell of true harp.

After revealing everything, Makoto accepted. Then I will carve into you the true pleasure of having a different digit from your previous play.

That's right, I wasn't attacked. It was supposed to happen from the beginning. What was about to be attacked earlier was a vortex and a ploy to do this. Yeah, everything's just like my script.

Um, that's me, that's perfect.