Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

Ass pointing at me.

White as snow, meticulous as white magnet, meaty as peaches.

Exactly my type of ass.

But that's not all. It is no exaggeration to say that the good and bad buttocks are determined by the creasing of the hips.

It is the curves that are drawn from the thin hips that seem to break to the good fleshy buttocks that are unbearable.

I have such an ass in front of me.

Then you'll have to scold me.

"Makoto, I'm going to teach you my first lesson."

I crawl on all fours, roll up my skirt and tell that to Makoto, who is pointing his ass at me.

"Yes..."

Tremble or thin reply. But I don't feel anxious about the sound. It feels like my chest is swelling too much in anticipation and I'm desperately suppressing it.

First Tutorial. I have taught True Harp a scattered tutorial, but it is only a pseudo-tutorial that hides my massage training. Such a thing cannot be called true ordination.

I was so reluctant to take great care not to expose myself.

Most of all, this idiot was trained after knowing everything, so I'm sexually angry when I think about it - no, no, I wasn't. I knew everything this idiot knew, and I used this idiot's thoughts the other way around.

Um, that's fine.

Then you won't get angry.

Nothing, I have no idea what my struggles have been or if my stomach aches have been that bad. I don't even think this way at all.

So I've never been poked at my intentions, nor am I in a hurry to breathe.

Besides, things matter about results. Whatever the process is, if we can get to the results we assumed, we have no problem.

I mean, I'm still saying I'm perfect.

But you'll need to get confirmation for once. True harp must be mistaken.

I crouched to the front of my exposed butt and gently stroked it when I touched my right buttocks with my right hand.

"Huh."

Makoto, who reacted with piqun in just that act, raised his sweet voice.

"Well, I don't have to ask, Makoto, I knew you knew everything. You know what I mean? I took it backwards and used it to pretend that you knew everything and were fit for my plan. I mean, I knew everything. I knew everything better than you. You know what I mean?

Hmm, I can't seem to think of a throat condition. My voice shivered because of you.

"Of course not! Ma, the true harp was just rolled corny over Aoi Shin's palm! Aoi Shin is amazing! I knew Aoi was amazing!

"... Oh, my God"

True harp who stands up and admires me. But I don't know why, I feel like I'm being fooled.

"... I ask you something unexpected, but you, maybe you're making fun of me?

That, I don't know, blurs my vision. Oh, this is that one, because you only turned on bean bulbs. That's why I don't have a clear vision. I'm sure it is.

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, I'm tired.

Shit, yeah, I didn't notice. I thought everything was going well as planned.

'Cause I didn't think True Harp was the type to act. I didn't think he was that clever.

Totally my loss. A cup of true harp devoured me. I'm sorry. If you want to laugh, laugh.

My eyeballs get hotter and my vision gets more and more obscure. If you're in sight, you should say you're unclear, but your mind's going to get lost, too.

"Then something stupid..."

If I was about to get lost in a maze named Life, True Harp groaned.

"I'm not fooling around. Yo! For me, every second I spent with Aoi is a treasure! And, and..."

Makoto, who was crawling on all fours and facing the front, looked at me sideways as he twisted his neck. No, he was staring at me like he was gonna shoot me.

His eyes caught on like he couldn't think of, and he was overflowing with tears.

"Makoto Ha - whoever he is, don't be the kind of woman who shows his ass!

A screaming similarity of fury leads to wooden spirits indoors.

To say that it was the thoughts of the whole body could easily be perceived without asking.

"Ku......"

A laugh comes in unintentionally.

I know you mean it, but in this situation, who cares if he's not the woman who shows his ass, or what do you normally say?

I don't care what you say, there are more ways to say it, right?

But it really seems like a true harp, or the honesty of not decorating is a little dazzling.

"Oh, you, don't say that except in front of me. I'm pretty perverted, so no problem, but normally they pull me off."

Speaking like that with a desperate laugh, Makoto, whose face turned bright red as it burned, slowly fell apart.

"Oh, I'm sorry. True harp is retarded, so I can't put my feelings into good words..."

You thought your thoughts didn't convey to me well, and there was even more laughter in Makoto, who was obviously depressed.

No, you're just not laughing here. No matter how famous I am for my livestock, I'm not as ghostly as I laugh here.

I agree that I don't like to put it into words, but I disagree that I don't like to convey my thoughts.

There's a little bit of a problem with the choice of words, but only the thoughts were conveyed more than necessary.

"Kuku, you idiot. You just have to concentrate on what's going to be the best meat potty."

Saying so and slapping Petin and Butt Probably, Makoto, who reacted with Picun, raised his face. And when you twist your neck, you look at me sideways.

"Damn, I'll take care of that! True harp doesn't show his butt regardless of who he is, but he can do anything for Aoi!

Tighten your face with a crisp look, and yeah a true harp that snorts by itself. I laugh at the way it looks, so I do my best.

"Oh well. Well said, Jinqin. Good luck with that."

I managed to spit out words while covering my mouth with my hands. Though it seems pretty tough to laugh off as soon as you get distracted.

"Ha! I'll do my best!

There is no reason to know my thoughts like that. True harp nods forcefully as he replies with his whole body and spirit.

Exactly beyond the limit of patience, I softly rose when I nodded back at the true harp, moving to the corner of the room and punching myself in the stomach.

I feel really crazy when I'm dealing with True Harp, but, well, I don't feel bad.

I washed my face in the washroom and decided to get back on my mind and get back to teaching.

What we're going to do is we're going to be in full tune. It's not what you've been playing.

Now that we have the certainty that the whispering attack will have tremendous effect, the effect will be doubled by blending the whispering attack into the tuning.

Besides, the tutorial itself is going to be hard. Zhenqin will see hell.

Furthermore, this tutorial should definitely push through the diagonal of True Harp's predictions.

Is it possible to withstand it? But even if I cry and beg forgiveness, I'm not going to forgive you.

While I was punching him in the stomach in the corner of the room or washing his face in the washroom, Makoto, behaving in a crawling position on all fours and waiting for me to return, crouched to the front of his ass just like earlier, twisted his neck and looked at me sideways.

Those eyes sparkle. I don't feel comfortable being taught quickly.

Kuku, we'll see how long that spare grin lasts.

"Makoto, you said earlier that you wanted to be punished or something. He wants to be punished more severely than Shizuka has been punished."

The white butt buttocks exposed by the skirt being rolled up. He extended his right hand and asked as he tapped gently with his petite.

"Ha, ha! Butt pen! I want to get my ass penned. Shh!

A heartmark rises in shining eyes, a true harp with a slightly exciting voice.

Koitz, I've been weirdly obsessed with butt pens since just now, but you want to get your butt slapped so badly?

As far as I'm concerned, I don't think I can help inflicting some pain if I have to, but it's against discipline and other doctrines that only have pain.

Because one thing is not funny where women are ruled by violence.

"You, you like to be hurt?

I thought it might be a mazo, but this is the first time I've ever asked you to give me the clarity and pain so far.

Has my sister been caged in front of me and awakened her sleeping mazosexuality?

"Yes, no, not that I like pain or anything...... sorry, maybe I like it. I'm not sure myself..."

Makoto, whose eyes had shined until now, turned off his grin and dropped his gaze.

"Ever...... I don't remember when, but I feel like I'm sinking in the water. There seems to be a membrane of water stretched around my body, and I feel it far around me. I didn't even cry until I met Aoi. I don't even remember the last time I was impressed..."

Words spoken of as potpourri. I learned the illusion that the weaker words were spinning, the smaller the body of the true harp became.

"So... I was jealous to see Shizuka endure the pain. I wanted a strong irritation that would push me through the wall of water around my body. I was really... jealous."

Makoto, who said so and fell asleep, shut up.

I see. Did you seal your senses? Probably a self-defense instinct, but I'm not aware of that.

Makoto, imprisoned in his cell in one case with Sasaki, must have repeatedly asked himself the question without being able to talk to anyone.

But there could be no answer to solve everything, and thoughts went to the wrong side.

True harp's masochistic character may have been natural, but being imprisoned and completely isolated from the outside world may have caused him to applaud it.

And when he concluded that all responsibility lay with him, Makoto sealed his senses in order to withstand the weight of that responsibility.

Hot stuff is warm, cold stuff is warm.

I couldn't even be touched to ease my sad thoughts.

It may have been close to objectivity or overlooking (fukan) in a way.

Is that why it hurts? Pain, or pain, is the most powerful of the human senses.

Pain is essential to protect your life and to inform you of the danger.

Speaking of which, even when I was training for a massage, I was leopardizing as soon as the training started.

Stronger, harder. Seems like he was desperately looking for stimulation.

Didn't you have a whore's upbringing?

Wait, wait, wait. So it was the true harp that replaced the contents of my secret DVD, after all?

To seek stronger stimulus, you dare to replace it with something with something with hard content?

Then how did you get that DVD? Is that just like sex equipment? Well, think about it normally. That's the only way.

"Well, I see what you're saying. But..."

I could understand why True Harp wanted pain. But I don't care.

I'm not going to bend my doctrine, and I don't care much about the meat potty telling my husband to order me to do it in the first place.

I'll do it my way, and I'll get rid of the water wall that says it's around True Harp's body.

"Makoto, ask one question"

True harp body jumped bikun on my words. I guess I reacted to the word question.

If I ask you a question, you must answer it. Even if it's like choosing a wound.

Probably thinking about that.

It would also be reasonably reasonable to think so fluidly of the story.

You idiot, you're shallow. I'm not interested in your past.

And I'm not gonna ask you about the DVD. I'll take that DVD instead.

"What color do you think I like?

Makoto, who was making his body tense (frightened) about what kind of questions would pop up, looked at me sideways when I raised an item of his face, making his eyes flash with a patch because of a question that he had not expected at all.

"Yes, color......? Uh... the color Ethereum likes... It's my discretionary image, but blue, is it?

Makoto, who answered that in many ways, looks at me with his upper hand as if to explore my condition.

Blue. Is it also a blue image because the name is Ethereal? Really cheap. But well, I don't hate blue. But...

"No, you still don't know anything. My favorite color is not blue or red. Not to mention not green or yellow. Naturally, it's not black or white. My favorite color is just one color."

True harp swallowed cockroaches at me, speaking pale.

"My color."

Yes, my favorite color is mine. It can't be anything else.

I can't even answer that instantly. What is a meat potty? Looks like this idiot still needs to be taught thoroughly from corner to corner of his body.

It's just me, and to dye my color.

Makoto, staring at me, blinked her eyes. And laughed fun-filled.

"Me color! That's right, right! I knew Aoi was amazing!

And as I blinked a star in my eyes, I raised my heart mark and raised my voice to praise me.

"Well, whatever, it's me."

"Ha! Aoi is amazing! It's really awesome!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"The strongest! Aoi is the strongest! I think you could beat a dinosaur or something! I think we can beat Tinklesaurus, too!

"Huh? Tinkle? What's that? I'm pretty sure I'm the strongest, but you're a dinosaur, that's just too much of a leap -"

"Tinklesaurus is a dinosaur made by True Harp! Pink! And I'll spray the fire! You don't have wings, but you fly! Mach 2! I'll have a magma for dinner! Ha! Ha!

"Huh? Wait, what's pink about that creepy dinosaur?"

"Ha ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

"Hey, Ma -"

Something in the true harp flew off, and the excited true harp began to tinkle saurus ringing mane as he dyed his cheeks and roughed his breath.

No, I don't know about the tinklesaurus chirping, but I guess it's the fluidly tinklesaurus chirping mane of the story.

With that being said, his paintings were all kinds of flights. Suppose there was a pink dinosaur flying through the sky and spraying fire even though there were no feathers in that painting... not at all uncomfortable.

That's as long as I leave it now.

"You calm down a little, you idiot!

"Ahem!

Beating Bettin and his buttocks raised a strangely sweet scream.

Oh, shit, I did it. I know you're saying that violence is against doctrine.

Besides, the true harp guy is staring at me with his moistened eyes, and he's silently about to complain, "Hit me more," he said.

I think it's a pot. Isn't this the pot that Makoto thinks it is? It's like I'm dancing on the palm of a true harp. Fuck you.

"Uh, Kohon. That's a nashi, a no-can. I'm never gonna slap you again."

"I don't know..."

Was the butt bump flat handed pretty good, a true harp that depresses me knowing there's no more after this.

Uh, shit, what is this? You're not, you're not, you're a tutor to be a meat potty, are you? When it comes to meat potty, it feels like you're darker, more jittery, and your negative emotions are swirling, right?

That's you, hit me in the butt, no, dude, what the hell is this?

"Uh, Makoto, I'm sorry, but I'm taking a break. I'll be back in five minutes."

"Again? You just took a break."

"That's why you're saying it's bad."

"Are you peeing? Do you want to come with me? Cha showing the service of the true harp -"

"Shut up, you son of a bitch! Not pissing. Yo! I know it's a break, but you idiot!

"Ahem!

I accidentally pulled my buttocks off because of the lack of authenticity of the harp.

The dry sound of bitan woods the indoors, and the sweet screaming Makoto shakes his ass pretentiously.

Shit, you did it again, didn't you? That's why I think it's a kettle. You're totally guided from the trumpet harp.

And he said what about the wall of water around his body, but I guess he's just a mazo.

I got up in a big sigh, and I walked out to the bathroom.

Plug into the corner of the room and stop at the slightly audible sound there. No, a voice.

That's a really small thing, and you wouldn't have heard it if you hadn't tried to hear it.

That's all the noise, I thought it was more unnatural not to be awake, but I knew you'd wake up.

Shizuka Ogasawara, lying down on a blanket in the corner of the room, shook her body, pressing her voice to death and laughing.

Sister on all fours at the end of her thin-eyed gaze.

My dear sister, who was so dependent on her desire to be killed, is exposed to her breasts naked in her upper body, her skirt rolled up and her ass exposed.

What a livestock kid bitch to laugh at when you see her like that.

No, well, I guess I'm laughing not because I saw my sister without that, but because she was watching me and Makoto interact earlier.

Did you notice me stopping, or did you feel your gaze? Shizuka Ogasawara, who saw Chirali and me, hurriedly closes her eyes, rests like a wasp.

You're with your sister and your sister pretending to sleep when it's not convenient. Also, I often use raccoon sleeping inside.

I learned to be angry at me for forcing my sister to act mundane, and when she ate and hung up, I tried to slap her in the ass again, but apparently that's not how it goes.

Shit, I thought I'd make him regret hitting his sister's ass again in front of that true harp because he pretended to be asleep.

My sister stopped laughing. Broken sister. Such a sister is screaming and squirming at silly things and laughing in tears.

With an innocence that I don't think is very high school. It's like we're desperately trying to get back the time we lost.

If you try Shizuka Ogasawara, it would be a less realistic sight than they say the planet will perish tomorrow.

Hmm, I'm not supposed to show the tuned landscape to the irrelevant, but I'm the one who slapped Shizuka Ogasawara's ass relentlessly. If you say you can't move with it, you won't have a choice.

So, Shizuka, burn it in those eyes. Your sister is not your older sister anymore. Though I have no choice but to give up a hundred steps, this is the woman I admitted to.

You should be proud of your sister. Your sister is not just an idiot. Frustrated, he didn't stand up, he's a big idiot who definitely broke his heart and fell unconscionable, but still didn't stop moving on.

But that doesn't mean your sister is amazing. I tailored your sister proudly to say I'm amazing.

If you know what I mean, the next time you come to my room, bring some sweets. I don't like sweets, but I have no problem with your sister eating them. So you can do what you did with the cutter stuck in my throat.

After a five-minute interval, he pulled his mind together and returned to the true harp.

Don't be honest for the third time. Now it's time for me to rule the place. But you also say that there are three occasions.

My ancestors, which one should I believe? You should be clear before you leave it as a saying.

No, wait. Speaking of which, the frog's son has an eagle as opposed to a frog.

In the first place, I think of amphibians and raptors in the same row, so I don't know why. Then you can reassemble it so it's easy to understand.

Frogs lay hawks. Um, this is awesome. It's better than having an eagle.

The frog child is a cunt. Um, this is awesome enough, too. In short, it would mean that the frog gave birth to a pigeon, but the pigeon would be an eagle, but if the frog gave birth to a pig, both would be amazing.

In conclusion, the possibilities are endless?

"Wow! Aoi Shin is back - Huh! Tutorial! It's time to teach. Yikes!

Makoto is on his own, staying in a crawling position.

Ugh, I was getting away with reality.

Ignore it, ignore it. When swallowed by his pace, the same thing repeats itself. Instead of infinite possibilities, we fall into infinite loops.

"Aoi Shin's hair is wet! I've been wetting my hair!? It's colorful! Wet Ethereal Vinyl in the water. It looks colorful! True harp is true harp can't be thrilled!

True harp in a state of excitement with dyed cheeks and haha and rough breath.

Ignore it, ignore it. It just pleases him to get upset and slap him in the ass. Or it just seems like you're after it.

Is he really a lousy speaker? Maybe you're good at psychic induction through speech?

He sleeps well, if you think about it. He's asleep even when I'm awake. I'm asleep when I notice.

I find free time to study the tricks, but is he studying?

All I get is the image of you painting, folding origami, inflating balloons and sleeping in your room.

If you're right, it's a hell of a thing. Anyway, he keeps his top grades in the school year. If you don't preview or review, and you're beating out that grade just for school classes, you'll undoubtedly be the brainbearer who's better than me.

No, no, no matter what you think, it's natural. Damn, you've been in suspicion ever since you found out the fact that massage training was ordained, and that it was hidden, me.

Maintaining top grades, well, that, what, happens.

By chance... I didn't know I was going to try to escape with such an ambiguous conclusion.

"Aoi! If your hair stays wet, you'll catch a cold. Yikes!? Jin-qin will dry it off!? Phew Phew Phew Phew!?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's so stupid?"

"If I was free while I was drying... If I was free, I would push down the true harp like I just did... CHU, CHU, CHU, CHU -"

"Hey, idiot, are you listening to people -"

"Enjoy your meal! Ha, I said it! is embarrassing..."

Something in me broke off as a putz to True Harp, who ignored all my words and prayed for something unsolicited.

"I know you're telling me to listen to people, you idiot!

"Ahhh!

A loud, dry sound of beckoning springs indoors, and the impact of my flat hand being slapped ripples the buttocks of a true harp. At the same time a sweet scream echoed.

A moment late, the white ass of a true harp. Maybe a bright red leaf rises.

"Shh, shh, shh. But one way or another, it's more painful..."

"Don't tell me what's ahead. Eh!

Now that I know what Zhenqin is trying to say, when I raise my voice, I grab Makoto's buttocks with both hands.

Do you want me to say it, or do you want me to say it? Try to say "feel good" here, etc. That's right. I'm gonna pull it off a little too.

But, well, it doesn't shrivel.

Besides, if you're alone with True Harp, you could have gone out with him, because there's one kid bitch in the corner of the room who's going to laugh so hard right now.

When I looked at the corner of the room chillily on the side, the shadow lying in the orange darkness was clearly cramped.

Is it that funny? Right, do you want to laugh so much?

I breathe heavily when I put my gaze back on True Harp's ass. And spit it out slowly.

That's it for fun. I'll let you sisters know how lame and outrageous I am.

"Makoto, start tutoring as you wish. I'll tell you at the beginning, begging for forgiveness doesn't interrupt you on the way. Tutoring goes on until I feel better."

"Ha!"

I get a cheerful reply to my inquiry in a pale way.

"And I was looking for severe punishment, but okay, I'll give you"

"Ha, ha!

Hearing a reply that contained much of my expectations in my good health, I nodded.

Strict discipline. It's easy to admit without knowing how harsh it is. Don't totally lick it.

Well, I'll make you regret seeing me mean it sweetly. Sound good at best.

I grinned, and I grabbed the plastic container I had prepared. The contents are naturally lotions.

Apply the lotion carefully into your right hand finger.

"Fundamentals are paramount, both in study and in teaching. Whether it's a preview or not, don't fail to review and consolidate the ground."

I placed the container with the lotion on the floor and grabbed my butt bump with my left hand and pulled it aside gleefully.

"Uh-huh."

That stretched the anus sideways and slightly drilled its hole.

You were ashamed of being suddenly spreading your anus, Makoto, shivering his ass, turned his body and tried to tighten his anus.

But as the true harp moves, pull the thumb next to the anus. My anus broke open and closed because of it.

"Ahhh."

True harp with his neck swinging fully to the side in an embarrassing hole that he can't close even if he wants to. But he doesn't intend to resist.

Well, of course. He declared that he would endure strict discipline. I can't even talk about resisting the anus to the extent that it's open.

"Well, then, farewell. Suddenly it hurts to insert an object. Then you need to rub it slowly and carefully."

With that said, I put my right index finger against my anus, from which I gently look at it as if it were a circle.

"Nhia!? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, tickle, tickle."

The moment his fingertips touched his anus, Makoto, who bounced up his hips with his bicum, turned around and raised his sweet voice as he cramped his freaking ass.

Love fluid overflowing from the female genitals as soon as possible. There had been a considerable amount of love liquid overflowing from earlier, but that amount increased at once.

While conveying her inner thighs, she is dripping to the floor when she is flabby.

It's also worth the tuning so far and seems to accelerate all at once when it's switched on. You wouldn't even think that would be a vendetta.

He stretched his anus sideways even more glitchy with his left thumb and gently sank his right index finger into his packed open anus.

"Phew, whoa, hold on, all at once."

At the same time as the sweet voice of its true harp, his ass was pushed glitchy. I guess I don't want my fingers inside the hole.

However, predicting the true harp's movement, I gently sank the tip of my index finger in my anus, pulling my hand at the same speed as the butt movement.

"Uh-huh?

You didn't suspect because you believed your fingers could stick in your anus, or Makoto, twisting his neck as he pretended and shook his ass, looked at me sideways.

The eyes are moisturized like they are cut.

Ignoring True Harp's gaze, he gently moved his right index finger to draw a small circle while securing his flailing ass with his left hand.

"Mm-hmm. - Damn, just keep it up. - It's okay now."

A butt that can be pressed again gleefully. However, fingers drawn at equal speeds do not allow entry into the anus.

"Become, why?!? Oh, Aoi, the real harp is all right now. I'm ready, so come on."

A butt that can be pushed goofy. But with all the nerves concentrated all over the body of the true harp, I predict the movement of the true harp by seeing the movement of the shoulders, hips, buttocks, and hip of the true harp and react as soon as possible.

Looks plain, but pretty spiritual concentration and insight. That and moderate motor vision and reflex nerves. In addition to that, it is the first highly challenging tutorial technique that is possible with elaborate finger control that does not tolerate the madness of dimensions.

True harp, shaking his full head sideways, looks at me with his moist eyes as he roughs his breath. But ignoring that true harp gaze, I slowly, gently and carefully insistently draw circles with my fingers.

Dirty water sounds that started to sound like kupoku. Looks like intestinal fluid is starting to overflow from the anus.

Makoto, who bit his lower lip, presses his butt with a gouge as he swings his full and neck to the side. However, fingers are drawn at equal speeds, which will not satisfy the desire of the true harp.

My anus is already completely broken. Moreover, due to the lotion rubbed into my fingers and the intestinal fluid overflowing from my anus, I would swallow it to the point of my fingers if I put a little effort into it.

No, if you're a scattered tuned Makoto's anus, you'll easily swallow it if you don't have to untie it to the point of your fingers.

"Oh, Aoi, I'm so glad you're not starting to tutor!? Makoto, Makoto wants to be taught quickly. As usual, as usual, no..."

Makoto, who cut his trembling plea there, let his eyes swim.

I'm hesitating to do something. It was such a gesture, but for that reason it was a moment.

I guess I've outgrown my desire for shame.

"I want to be trousers. Shh! I want you to pant your butt like always! Aoi, the harp is all right now! I'm ready!

You think I'm unbuttoning my anus with care, true harp with dirty words in my mouth and desperate pleading.

Even though my desire for shame has surpassed my desire, it has not changed my shame. As if to prove it, the whole body of the true harp is dyed once and for all vermilion and sweat is erupting.

The amount of love fluid overflowing from the female genitals was also turned into an eye-catching flood.

My reason is going to blow away at the smell of my nose.

"Aoi! True harp wants to be trousers! I like the big one! Put your usual round ball sticks in at once! So, but whoa."

Once the dam collapses, I guess I can't keep it. True harp, a series of obscene words without shame or grudge, still cut the words as if hesitating.

Words that hesitate in this state. Predicting it, the zombie chill ran up my spine.

"I want Aoi! I want Aoi's! Shinji wants Aoi, Aoi's Aoi!

As he inflated his chest in anticipation, he misled the pivotal part. Awwwwwwwwwwwww. I don't have anything like that.

You know about the name because you're in high school, too. So, there are as many hidden words and nicknames as there are. That's what you are. Seriously, I don't know why.

But well, no matter how much reason breaks down, you have to have a temper that doesn't cross the line.

It's not a bad idea to break it down and turn it into a whore meat potty with all the shackles removed in front of me, but not yet.

What Makoto has to do now is endure desire and show loyalty to me. End of story.

That's in front of the building, and I just want to see a true harp that stuffs me while I endure my desires, but that's a secret.

"Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum, Ethereum..."

"Makoto"

That was never a voice up, that's not why I whispered weakly, I just spoke quietly so that I could speak to the trumpet next door, as usual.

But the true harp movement stops perfectly on my call.

Still biting his lower lip, he looked at me with his moist eyes shaking with a pull, but the silence came indoors as if the typhoon had passed.

I didn't expect this to happen, but that's why I didn't expect to seal my desires perfectly so far.

When I say I seal my desire perfectly, it doesn't scratch out the desire itself. He's chewing his lower lip and shivering, so to be precise, he'll be indulging.

But let me tell you, it's a full score, not a full score. That's why I dared to use the expression sealed.

"That's right, that's fine. Good boy, great, Makoto."

Regardless, I won't tell you if your mouth is torn to full, etc., but praise me if I can do better. That's a good tutor.

I let go of my left hand, which was grabbing my buttocks, and I stretched that left hand to the head of the true harp. And I caressed his head gently.

"Ha, ha, ha"

With his eyes narrowed and his cheeks dyed bright red, Makoto raises his voice, laughing happily but seemingly cutting.

"Makoto, you wanted me to. He wants to be severely punished. What do you say, tough, huh? There's a lot of toughness to it. If you're my meat potty too, bear with me. Can you do that?"

Unlike the usual pale tone, he speaks with a voice that contains a gentle sound.

Makoto, hearing my words, lowered his brow butt and worried for a moment, but honestly nodded cocoon.

"All right, good boy. Then resume the tutorial. The discipline you will receive from now on is several, no, dozens of times tougher than the punishment your sister has received. Good luck and bear with it."

To my words, now without a moment of stray, Makoto nodded loudly with a crisp look, his butt quickened up as he turned to the front of the face he was looking at me.

Apparently, the praise stopped the collapsing reason from connecting with the gutter.

Kuku, this is why honest idiots are funny. Do you really think you can stand it?

Have you forgotten? About the whispering attack.

What I have praised now is also the line of ambush that leads to whispering attacks.

It does not irritate the anus any more than necessary and slowly caresses the anus, which has been developed sporadically and has made it possible to reach its peak. Plus a double punch of whispering attacks.

It may be possible to extinct lightly, but then the desire to reach a grand peak will be extra solicited.

Moreover, it does not touch any nipples or pubic nuclei, which are sexy bands. Only the anus touches. No, only the anus entrance and its vicinity, to be exact.

How long can it last?

The kid who's laughing will also be blue on my too much livestock in a while.

The gates of hell were opened. Why don't we just take our time and spill the hell out of here.