Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

An hour has passed graciously since I began pounding the anus of the true harp.

"Huh-uh."

freaking out and spasmodic ass. A large amount of love fluid was overflowing from the female genitals, forming a small reservoir of water on the floor.

"Awwwwwwwwwww"

Thanks to her shoulder-width legs, she can see both the anus and the female genitals.

Makoto is holding on to his quadruple crawling posture, although he is raising his uncut sweet gasp while cramping his ass.

Honestly, I'm struggling harder than I expected.

When it comes to what I've done for the past hour, it just lightly irritates my anus.

Instead of the first joint of the index finger on my right hand, I really only put a few fingertips in my anus.

If you have no experience of anal development, you will be able to endure it, but hell itself if you try to be one who knows scatterly developed quotes, how good it feels to be at the top of your anus.

It would be terrible. You'll want to squirt. You'll want to finish it off with all your heart.

This tune that even just tastes the pain of hell. In addition to that, further hell is attacking the true harp.

"Makoto, Makoto endures the pain of discipline. Makoto is beautiful"

"Ha!?

Ride yourself out to be covered in a true harp on all fours, whispering in the ears of a true harp as you wrap your anus with your right index finger.

From time to time, she eats this, but every time, the true harp is spasmodically spasmodic, causing severe wheezing.

The culmination by spirit. By whispering sweet words that at least enrich the spirit, stimuli to the flesh can semi-enforce the spirit to its peak.

If we proceed with the tutorial, it may be possible to maximize it with only whispers, without touching the body of the true harp in any way.

The light peak waves are over, and the crisp, iterative maharaji. He's roughing up his breath and spraying tons of sweat.

How many times have you repeated this?

The interior had already been filled and cut with the smell of true harp slut.

The top passes and Zeze and his breath are absurd true harps, but he doesn't have the furry head to give him a break, no matter what.

The original plan used three hours as a guide. So less than two hours left. In short, the true harp will be free from this suffering in less than two hours.

But there's no way I'm sweet enough to tell you that honestly.

Suffering is enduring because it sees an end. Marathon runners can run 42.195 kilometers of journey with their lives on fire because there is a clear destination: the goal.

What would happen without that goal? Or if it's too far away?

The answer is simple and clear. I can't even let you demonstrate that ability, and it breaks my heart.

"Makoto, I'm bored because you're so adorable, I've decided to leave school tomorrow. So don't worry. I'm gonna make you look cute the day after tomorrow morning."

I giggled inside, whispering in the ear of the true harp, whispering the anus of the true harp.

Come on, Jinqin, what do we do? About forty hours until the morning after tomorrow. If you think calmly, my body won't hold before True Harp's spiritual strength.

That's right, me too, it's hard to keep my anus pounding for the first time in forty hours.

Whatever I do, I'm a moderate break pincher. It's more efficient than that.

Listen to my words and peek into True Harp's face thinking you would have despaired.

Makoto, who keeps cramping into small pieces while occasionally letting Bikun and Big jump at that body, was as dropped as I expected.

Potatoes and sweat falling on the floor. Lost light eyes. Trembling lips. The contradiction of dyeing your cheeks bright red yet pale.

There was a sight of despair exactly like the one painted.

Less than two hours left. I'm not going to change this deadline. Even if True Harp endures out, he will never do things like stretch his time because he regrets it. So the real harp only has to stand for another two hours.

But if the real goal is in two hours, the true harp goal that you don't know about is in forty hours.

The real goal is right in front of you, but it makes no sense if you don't know it.

There are two choices you can make for a true harp. Decide whether you're ready to keep running for the first time in forty hours or give up and beg for forgiveness.

If you decide to keep running for the first time in forty hours, and if you reach a goal to visit in two hours, you are going to reward them regardless.

If you break your heart and beg forgiveness without doing so, still let the ordination continue. Keep breaking your heart.

But there is no particular penerty that begged for forgiveness.

If you do this well, you will be rewarded, and if you fail, there will be no punishment.

Because if you try to be a true harp, it will punish you enough to be too much at the time you beg forgiveness.

It was then that I tried to shake a little more on the true harp, which did not show a reaction while it was dripping. True Harp's right hand grabbed my left arm.

Makoto, with Gabba's face up, stares at me with his moist eyes full of overflowing tears.

You came or you came sooner than I thought. But, well, it's my first day, so it would be like this.

"Yes, no... no"

Shivering or thin voices reach my ears.

I don't like it, huh? I guess that is. That would be so cruel to continue to endure this for forty hours, no matter how much inexhaustible your health is, true harp.

But I thought True Harp would be a little more handsome, but I'm not going to say anything.

Continue to teach as you pretend to be angry, and as soon as you're done, I'll even wash you in the bath.

"Oh, please... Aoi, please... please..."

True harp lowers his brow butt and begs with a trembling voice. You can't do this anymore. It looks more like it's broken than it's breaking my heart.

There won't be a one-shot reversal home run from here.

I have a little regret for that. Were you offered an uninterrupted deadline of forty hours, and you had the expectation that you couldn't bear it, if you were a true harp somewhere in your heart, or that you would?

"Aoi Shi, the true harp, the true harp... has become weak"

Makoto, squeezing my arm hard, laughed like he mocked himself with his lost light eyes.

"Without Ao Weishan, no more true harps. I can't stand up anymore. It's Aoi Shin's fault. Ao Weishan weakened the true harp. So please. Please."

True harp that leaves a dark grin hanging, fraying and overflowing with tears.

Wait, was that a real problem so far? I couldn't stand the tune, Teh, I hope.

"Mako -"

"I don't like it! I don't want it to be over the day after tomorrow! Please teach me more about the true harp! Please put the harp by Aoi!

I first understood there when I heard that sad cry of the true harp.

He's going to get it wrong.

I said this tutorial ends the day after tomorrow morning (actually two hours later), but True Harp seemed to think the tutorial itself would end.

How do I get to such an understanding when I hear what? You couldn't have ended up just rubbing your anus at your fingertips.

"I'll do anything! True harp will do anything! I'll even eat a table!

"Huh? Huh? Hey!? Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Makoto, who had grabbed my arm, let go of his hand, tried to start moving forward as he crawled on all fours. Beyond that is a table that is moved to the wall.

Towards that table, I tried to stop the true harp, which began to crawl like I forgot, by strangling it with wings, but his mobility was unusually awesome, unlike his appearance. Even though the meat is better than Shizuka Rikanaka or Ogasawara, it doesn't change the fact that it is a thin waist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! We're not going to eat the table! You don't have to eat the table! My way of saying it was bad!? I don't know, but if it does, correct it! That's why I'm not eating the table!

"It's okay! True harp will try the table! Aoi Shin, I can't resist proving my cousin!

"It's not okay. No! It's not gonna be okay, dude! Besides, I don't remember turning rodents into meat potty.

True harp crawling toward the table with cheats even as I strangle him with wings.

Shit, I wouldn't normally eat a table if I let it go, but when they're true harps, they're really going to eat it.

But why the table? No, don't think about it, it probably doesn't make sense. It happens to be something that comes to my attention, something that happens to come to my mind, something of a sudden. If you read it in depth, it fits into the dotsubo.

"Ah, if you can be by Aoi's side... the true harp, the true harp..."

I don't know how much propulsion you have, but being strangled with wings by me after a crawling on all fours doesn't seem to go as far as I think true harp would go.

But it is steadily and reliably approaching the table. I'll arrive sooner or later. And when you arrive, you'll definitely bite the table.

We have to do something about it before it does.

"Makoto! You're making a mistake! It was this tutorial that I said it would be over! The tuning itself is still going on!

There was no certainty that the word would stop the advance of the true harp, but I couldn't think of any other words.

If this doesn't stop you, what can I say? I have a last resort, but I don't want to use it if I can, given the upcoming tutorial. But if I can't do anything about it, it will be unavoidable.

That worried me so much, the movement of the true harp stopped perfectly. Apparently it worked.

While stroking down his ho chest, he released his hands from Makoto's body, which had been strangled with wings.

Let me tell you something, I didn't stop worrying about True Harp's body. Because I didn't like being eaten at my table.

"Ho, is that true?

With his face slowly toward me as he crawled on all fours, Makoto inquired with a trembling voice as he moistened his eyes.

Sitting scratching the claw next to such a true harp, I exhale in exasperation.

"True."

And I answered.

"But Senior Foster Chung said. Aoi told me to be careful because all of a sudden he's gone..."

Hearing the true harp, a cold sweat spreads through his cheeks.

I didn't know there was no sound. That's exactly what happened. Honestly, this is it. There is no excuse.

When I couldn't answer and kept my mouth shut, the risen Makoto sat on the floor facing me.

True harp's moist eyes stare at me.

What you are saying in foster care is an indisputable truth. I suddenly disappeared from his front one day without telling him.

I have my reasons, but if I put him in foster care, it won't matter what my reasons are.

If he's gone, he's gone, and he told me to say goodbye, naturally. Even I know about that.

But if I can do that, I won't have a hard time.

"Ugh, that's a lie! That's a lie! Nothing. Shh!

You noticed that my atmosphere changed, and the hurried Makoto waves his hands as he swims his eyes.

No, I'm not mad at anything.

"It's okay, what you're saying in foster care is true. I disappeared from his front without telling him."

True harp movement stopped perfectly in my words.

Makoto, instantly pale, is trembling as he drips.

"Why didn't you ask him why he disappeared without telling him anything?

Quietly inquiring toward the dripping trumpet, the trembling trumpet shook his neck to the side.

Are you not interested or afraid to ask? Well, I guess the latter.

"Whatever it is to shake it yourself and say it, but I don't want to say why. Because that's between me and foster care. What you ask is different. Only Inner Chung has the right to ask me that question."

It's unsolicited rhetoric, but that's my honest feelings.

But even though I have the right to listen in foster care, whether I answer or not is another story.

Well, I almost said something like an answer on the train back from the mall.

If you were inside, you probably would have noticed.

"So... will Aoi be gone from before me one day?

Tears overflowing from his eyes transmit his cheeks, dripping and falling into his potatoes and breasts.

My breasts wet by tears were always more lustrous.

"When you're done tutoring... will you be gone?

The sound of trembling lips spinning.

"Then the true harp will be a worse child so that the tutorial will not end all the time"

You're trying to force yourself to laugh, the true harp that cramps the edges of your lips, but you can't laugh. I guess you understand what you're talking about.

What I'm looking for is the best meat potty. To do this, you have to follow my orders to be a meat potty. But Zhenqin says to stay with me, it delays wax and discipline.

If you do that, you can throw it away from me. But when I'm done, I'm gone. Makoto, who thinks so, probably has a magnificent twist in himself right now.

No matter which one wins, there will be no end to it.

That's why he's an idiot. Who said it would disappear after tutoring?

I did leave without telling them anything inside, but I didn't tell them anything for my own reasons. Besides, Minaka and Makoto are different.

And Zhenqin is losing sight of something very important. I know he's really desperately trying to be a sincere meat potty, but to say that his behavior itself has already inhibited his discipline. That's what I'm forgiving you for.

"Tutoring still goes on. Besides, after the tutorial, it'll be real."

When he told True Qin that as he sighed, True Qin tilted his neck as he continued to overflow tears from his eyes.

Apparently you don't understand one thing right now.

"I told you I'd make you the best meat potty I've ever had. Why should I disappear when the best meat potty is finished? It's a loss to make something like that."

Makoto, listening to my words, leans his neck on the other side properly.

Can't you understand this? Then I'll tell you more plainly.

"On the contrary, are you prepared to leave the house as a meat potty reserved for me"

"Huh?"

"Huh? Bye. I'm asking if you're prepared to follow me if I left this land."

Makoto, who asked me that, didn't snort, didn't reply, opened his eyes and solidified.

Yes, True Harp answered a few minutes later.

I'm supposed to show True Harp hell, but I just feel like I'm tired. So I decided to take a bath.

I left the harp in my room and finished the bath. I went back to my room.

When it comes to the true harp, it remains solidified in the same position and position as earlier, without one movement.

There is a word to petrify, but the true harp now really looks like a stone statue.

"Makoto, what are you staring at? We're gonna take a bath."

Speaking that way from behind, Makoto, who made his body jump in a vicious manner, leans forward in an attempt to stay up.

"Ah."

Makoto, who raised a slight voice, closed his eyes firmly, eating and tying his teeth, stiffening his body. I guess I prepared for the shock when I fell.

But no matter how long you wait, the shock will not come. Anyway, he's been caught by me from behind.

I wonder how many times this has happened. Embracing the guy who almost got cocky.

"Don't play, we're going to take a bath. You can't be satisfied, so at least serve me in the bath."

When I said that and held the true harp for a moment, I walked out to the stripper.

So when Makoto finally opened his eyes and made his face red to burn without even responding, he shifted his gaze sassy.

What a fussy attitude. This is tough...... no, that's enough. Anyway, now I want to take a hot bath as soon as possible to heal my fatigue.

Arriving at the stripper and letting True Harp stand on the floor, he began to take off the clothes he was wearing. Then Zhenqin turns his body sassy and covers his face with both hands.

I wondered what I was doing, but I realized it was there.

Speaking of which, I've seen True Harp naked, but True Harp has never seen me naked.

"What, you don't like to see me naked?

To my inquiry, a true harp with a boom and a neck swinging sideways with his face covered with both hands.

Well, even for me, you don't want to go ahead and show it to me, or if you can, you don't want to show it to me.

You're not bragging about your body, are you? Let's admit he's somewhat of a poor minister.

But I'm still working out quite a bit. After sundown, I go out for a run or find free time to train my muscles. But you're in shape, and you seem to have difficulty gaining muscle.

"Look, how long are you going to stay standing there. Now take off your clothes."

I'm done taking my clothes off, and I speak to True Harp, who doesn't try to move with his face covered with his hands.

Nevertheless, Zhenqin is not wearing underwear while her upper body is naked. I mean, if you take off your skirt, you're naked.

When that happens, it's quicker and easier for me to take it off than to force a true harp that won't move.

So when I approached True Harp, I reached out to him, unhooked his skirt and unzipped him.

Skirt falling on the floor with Ston. Stripping was completed in an instant.

"All right, then we're gonna take a bath."

Saying so and grabbing True Harp's arm, he steps out as he pulls forcefully. Then I opened the door leading to the bathroom.

Hot water strewn in the hot tub is launching white hot air to let you know its temperature.

When I walked into the bathroom, I got ready with the trumpet standing at the entrance to the bathroom.

I told Makoto I'd let him serve here, but there's no way I'm just gonna let him serve.

When I was getting ready for the bath earlier, I brought the necessary tools into the bathroom.

A bunch of tools placed on the floor.

A luxury lotion I have always used. Rubber tube in a giant syringe. And buckets. Other sexual objects such as anal plugs and anal beads.

Huge syringes are for enemas.

Yes, I'm going to apply a large amount of enema to the bowels of the true harp here. In time, make me serve you as you put up with your excretion.

I have experience with rectal lavage during fostering, but I taught him to do rectal lavage before it was used by me, but True Harp should have no experience other than commercial enemas.

In short, this will be the first rectal cleansing.

Take the shower head hung on the wall and twist the lever.

The temperature was adjusted as he let his hand touch the water that erupted momentously from the showerhead. And I poured about half of it into the bucket and stopped there.

Did you pour two liters or something in the bucket? That's about as much as this, but okay.

When I put my hand in the bucket and check the temperature of the hot water, I feel slightly hotter than the right temperature. But that's fine. It will still take some time to inject, so it will be at the right temperature by then.

When you take a giant syringe and remove the rubber tube attached to the tip, you put its tip into the bucket. And slowly pulled the pusher.

Hot water gradually builds up inside the syringe. When I say it's the first time, should I leave it at about 500 milliliters?

Five hundred milliliters doesn't seem like a big deal, but it's an unlikely amount for a regular enema.

An enema that takes some time to do this, like a high-pressure enema, can inject a significant amount of liquid, but if you inject it all at once using a syringe, five hundred milliliters would be close to the limit.

Most importantly, you'll be able to inject a significant amount of liquid if you get used to it.

Incidentally, during foster care, as of two years ago, a thousand and five hundred milliliters were ok.

Five hundred milliliters of hot water were confirmed in the syringe and rubber tubing was attached to the tip. Then apply the lotion to the cylindrical instrument at the tip of the rubber tube.

The cylindrical instrument at the tip of the rubber tube is shaped like a giant suppository. Meaning for preventing shedding and some size to make it easier to inject fluid into the intestine.

It would be quite painful if I wasn't used to inserting foreign bodies into my anus, but True Harp would have no problem.

When you are ready and stand up, you turn back to Makoto. True harp, as always, was covering his face with his hands as he turned that way.

I grabbed its true harp arm and moved it to the center of the bathroom.

"Makoto, how long are you going to be doing that? You think you can serve me like that?"

When asked quietly so, Makoto slowly lowered his hands, which were covering his face, making his body jump viciously.

A bright red face to burn and a distracted gaze. Are you so ashamed to see me naked? Even I don't want to expose my poor body, but this is how I expose myself to grandeur. In exchange for that, True Harp is really the same guy now.

"Ma, Zhenqin, if it's for Aoi... I'll do anything"

With his gaze distracted, he accidentally leaked his sigh into the true harp, whispering in a whisper that seemed to disappear.

That's all you've been doing since just now. You said you'd do anything, but in the end, if I hadn't handled it, it wouldn't have worked. Damn, I feel like I'm dealing with kindergartners.

"Yes, yes, because I get it"

When I stroked my head as I looked with my jito eyes, Makoto, who made it bright red to his ears, looked at me with chilli.

"Uh, heh."

And I laughed like a soldier. You thought they praised you?

Where was the element of praise for you in this series of events? There's no dust, is there? That's ironic, isn't it? You normally know that, right? Well, fine.

"Don't laugh, put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out. Can you do that?"

"Eh heh. You can."

Makoto nodded cocklessly at my inquiry and walked to the wall with a pet when he turned his back on me. And as he bent forward and put his hands on the wall, he opened his legs shoulder-width apart and stuck his butt out.

The exposed secrets were more difficult than they had been earlier.

The massive amount of love fluid overflowing from the female genitals did not know that it would stay, and it was steaming back to the point where the hot air seemed to come out.

And the pubic nucleus, which is usually worn on the skin, has its face on its own because of its pins and erections.

The anus that seemed to be at the top of such a female genitals repeatedly puckered open and closed in small pieces, silently begging for something to be put in quickly.

Even kindergartners running around the flower garden in their heads, their bodies are slutty.

I accidentally wanted to slap him in the ass, but no, no, no. If I do that, I'll be in an infinite loop again.

He caught a gushing urge and crouched on the spot to grab the appliance for the enema.

But I don't suppose I have a hobby for physical abuse, but I'm now driven by the urge to slap True Harp's ass.

Whether it is due to True Harp's irritating behavior or not, I don't feel unknowingly induced.

True Mazo won't beg you to blame him. He brings out his master's sadness with his words, behaviors and attitudes, stifling and resisting, while skillfully guiding him into a situation that is convenient to him.

When I hear that talk, Sad and I seem like slaves to please the mazo.

"Too much thought... right"

One of you didn't sound like True Harp, and I approached True Harp's ass with an enema appliance in my hand.

The tip of the rubber tube is directed to the anus, where the movement is stopped once.

"Makoto, I'm going to inject hot water into your intestines. Five hundred milliliters. I know it's pretty painful, but be patient."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

There is no answer to my question. The bathroom is echoed by just a rough breath.

I'm not listening. I didn't ask him at all.

Is the expectation that anything will be done sooner than the anxiety of what will be done?

This is why perverts are in trouble.

"Uh... insert"

"Huh!? Huh!? Uh-huh."

A huge suppository type of apparatus broke into the anus as I put my strength into my right hand. That makes a sweet scream in the bathroom.

I can see it. I can see it even though it's a sound. I see countless heartmarks in the sweet screams of the true harp.

It's kind of irritating. More like this, I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it, I was hoping for something like that to unfold.

And yet you cramp your ass freaking out, screaming sweet screams all over your heart mark.

I almost snapped my cramped ass by accident, but I thought about it in inches.

Come on, hold on, don't lose sight of yourself.

I was desperate to indulge in the urge to gush as I looked down at my spasmodic ass telling him not to slap me.

Only entering an infinite loop must be stopped at all costs.

When you put your right hand into it, a giant suppository device is inserted into your anus with a cheat.

"Ahhh, keep it up, keep pulling it out at once. No."

True harp pleading with freaking out and cramping. The anus is more comfortable with drainage than with insertion. Makoto, who knows that, seems to only have a greater sense of comfort in mind.

Why would an idiot have to pull through? I'm going to inject hot water.

Once again, I was driven by the urge to slap my ass unintentionally, but I want to compliment myself on my indulgence.

But if you can insert it so easily, you worry about it falling out. Instruments that include the meaning of preventing shedding are usually not so easy to pull out. But the developed Makoto's anus seems to be a different story.

Nevertheless, this is the only instrument. Then I'll have to ask Makoto to do his best.

But when you do, you have to be careful not to lose your appliance while enduring abdominal pain and desire for drainage.

It is usually possible to give a true harp if you want to, but you cannot because of the instrument, but the instrument does not have a deterrent effect.

In other words, Zhenqin must continue to endure at his will.

That's an ideal development in a way.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh? - Uh-huh?

Zuburi and all the apparatus were inserted into the anus, where he released his right hand.

Makoto, who had a sweet scream full of heartmarks, looks at me like he is unhappy that the pleasure of insertion has ended, twisting his neck and slicing it sideways.

"Don't worry, it's the real deal from here"

That's what I said. I showed True Harp the giant syringe I had in my left hand. The brown rubber tube extending from the tip of its syringe continues into the anus of the true harp.

Makoto, who was twisting his neck and looking at me sideways, looked at the syringe when he dropped his gaze slightly.

At that moment, True Harp's eyes sparkled, and it was Hartmark that was reflected in those black eyes.

Hey, come on, freak out, fight a little fear. You're big, aren't you? This syringe's big, isn't it? You've never seen such a big syringe, have you?

Even when I bought it in the mail, I was a little freaked out because it was bigger than I expected, even though I knew the dimensions beforehand. Yet he...

My right hand was unconsciously shaken up by the unusual and unthinkable true harp reactions. I realise that and desperately restrain myself.

Do not slap. Never slap a true harp in the ass. Come on, I'm almost there, so bear with me.

"Then we'll start the injection, but apparently your anus is not tight, which could cause your appliance to fall out. So keep your anus tight at best so you don't fall out."

Yes, when I ask Jinqin, Jinqin, who is barking his breath with a bright red face, is snorting cocklessly. But the heart mark in his eyes is disturbing.

Do you really know? Or are you listening to me?

"Just in case, I'll tell you, if it falls out, that's where it ends. I'll take a bath and go to bed."

To my words, Ha returned to me, the true harp squeezed his face tight and nodded cocoonly.

All right, all right, did you finally hear that? The Ogasawara sisters don't listen to people.

"Then start the injection"

That said, with my right hand on the tip of the syringe pusher, I slowly pressed the pusher to start the injection.