Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

A view of the city lined with houses and huge buildings. In the distance the majestic mountains stand as if to protect the city.

It's like a different view of childhood memories, but I miss it somewhere.

When I first came to this city, I couldn't even afford to immerse myself in sentiment. It's a shame to look at the view.

That now makes me miss the landscape of this city. Are you saying that this city is becoming another home for me?

The cold air in the morning slaps my cheeks. The morning sun was shining from among the majestic mountains in sight and was beginning to illuminate the city.

I don't hate sunrise and sunset. The moment the light appears and the moment the light goes out. It is the moment when the light of day intensifies the most, and at the same time the shadow becomes the most colorful.

"Ah, wow, I'm sleepy..."

One squeaks, looking at such a view with half-open eyes.

I haven't slept in the end. I didn't even remember the slight dust drowsiness until earlier because of the medicine served on the kid bitch.

"Even so, it's wonderful that you can use both hands..."

When you lower your gaze, the two palms in your eyes. Once in a while I move my fingers, each finger moves freely according to my will.

This is also true when you catch a cold, but it is the first time you have become disabled to realize that your ability to have a casual routine is actually bringing great power miraculously.

It was earlier, by the way, that my hands were released.

He buried his face on my chest, falling asleep on his back, and stayed asleep until Makoto woke up, that is, until morning.

The kid didn't come home from going to the bathroom. When I went to see the toilet after my hands were released, the kid bitch was asleep sitting in the toilet seat.

Did you pass out? Or I don't know if I put out something to put you out and relieve you, and you fell asleep just like that.

A kid bitch's pill should have a bigger effect than the one I used for the first time. Besides, I guess he gave me the right amount, but there's no reason to know what the kid bitch is taking.

And yet the kid bitch had a blast of sleep and I couldn't sleep. Probably a resistance issue.

I'm currently being attacked by a fierce sleeper to see if the drug's effects have finally expired. I'm out on the veranda to contain it and expose myself to the cold air in the morning.

If I fall asleep now, I'll be late for sure. I was absent from school yesterday without permission. If you're not late or absent today, your teacher might be suspicious.

I can make an excuse for falling asleep with a cold and not being able to reach you, but the stupid sisters won't either.

The kid bitch is still fine, but the problem is the true harp. Me and Makoto took a break together. And without permission. When that lasts two days, rumors will begin to rise.

No, there may already be rumors.

My relationship with Makoto is still unknown in front of Sasaki. That's what I was thinking, but sooner or later, Sasaki will know about my relationship with Makoto in order for me to be adopted by Ogasawara's son-in-law.

Anyway, the Ogasawara family and the Sasaki family are closely connected.

Then I'll strike out. This is it, and from now on, we will launch a special attack on the enemy's main unit.

I already built up measures to do so. Maybe I was lucky I couldn't sleep thinking about it that way.

Besides, having a brother and a mother in the next room is a powerful weapon for me right now. Especially my brother.

The presence of my brother is essential to my strategy. Instead of running away, when I decided to strike out, my brother became an important part of my strategy.

Let's take advantage of it. I'll manipulate everything as I please.

Yeah, even if I know the truth, I'm the one. Distorted personalities and outrageous spirits are not something we can do about it now.

Then why don't you just walk like me and wave a giant in the sunless alley?

"I wonder how many years you thought the morning was crisp"

He groaned as he watched the morning sun, and stretched his back wide to breathe cold morning air into his chest.

"All right, let's do it"

He slapped his cheeks with both hands and, once again, consolidated his determination and went back indoors.

I will, with my own hands, take my place. Today is the day to take that monumental first step.

Enter the room and head to the kitchen.

"Ah, Ethereal! Please untie the rope! Let me go to the bathroom!

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

I felt like I heard something, but it's probably my fault.

I usually buy lunches at convenience stores and supermarkets without self-catering, so I'm eating, but rarely decided to try self-catering.

"Oh, my God, you're leaking! Aoi Shh! Aoi Shin's precious girlfriend, Makoto, is suffering. Whoa!

"Oh, oh... so... so... so..."

Birds are ringing today. One is fine, but the other looks dying. The harmony played by those two little birds is the sonata I deserve in a sunny mood.

"Ah, Ethereal! Shizuka! Shizuka! Shizuka is in a lot of trouble! True harp leaks, I said, but I can actually still afford it! But Shizuka is clearly beyond her limits!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Open the refrigerator door, listening to the sonata you deserve for a refreshing morning.

Now, whether you're self-catering, what do you make? I'm not proud of it, but I can't make a big one. Besides, I don't usually cook myself, so I don't have many ingredients for cooking.

Most of the things in the fridge can be eaten as is without cooking.

Hmm, when that happens, is it about the egg that can be cooked? Yeah, I think I can cook egg dishes.

"Egg roasted, no, do you even make eyeball roasted? And then, um, rice."

"I'm ignoring you. Whoa! It's completely ignored! It's a ghost! There's a goddess-like evil god now!

"Ma... ma... ma..."

Today, a little bird is picking up a speck. Ignoring that and mumbling his nose song, when he took out the cooker cauldron and added rice, he washed that rice with water.

I washed it about twice, then stored an appropriate amount of water in the kettle, then returned the kettle to the cooker and pressed the early cooking switch.

The electronic sound sounded and the display displayed digitally for thirty minutes. It would mean cooking up in half an hour. Then let's use that time to make a mistake.

"Aoi Shh! Shizuka! Shizuka! Shizuka is stripping her white eyes and she's cramped! This is an absolutely dangerous condition. Whoa!

"Oh... oh... mako... mako..."

Place a frying pan on an electromagnetic cooker and pull oil on that frying pan.

Right, let's make an eyeball grill. I like the one with the yellow body half ripe.

How did you make yourself half ripe? Are you sure you want to put a lid on the frying pan? I feel like my mother used to say.

Remove the egg from the fridge and divide it over the frying pan.

"Okay, perfect"

"Shizuka! Hold on, hold on!

"Ugh... uhh... so, yeah"

The egg shell broke nicely and the contents fell over the frying pan.

I haven't been good at breaking eggs for a long time and it suited my scattered eyes during my cooking internship in elementary school.

I was humiliated to say that the class laughed at me as they watched me, and I hated breaking eggs ever since.

So I basically boil eggs. If you boil it, it won't fail when you break the shell.

But apparently, he had improved his egg splitting skills within the unknown.

"Um, all you have to do is cover and wait? How many minutes do I have to wait? Well, it's appropriate."

"Please leak it! Shizuka, don't put up with me, I'm letting you out!

"Oh, no... but I don't want to..."

"I know how you feel, but if you stay like this, you'll be extra embarrassed. Yo! It's gonna be like me yesterday. Yo!

"I don't like that either... seriously."

"Shizuka! Aoi Shh! Makoto will be punished more severely, so please make Shizuka easier -!

I put my hips down on the chair in the kitchen and gazed at the frying pan as I put my feet together.

Surely the lid shouldn't have been opened until it was ready. By steaming, I don't feel like turning the eyeball grill upside down, but making it half ripe through heat in yellow.

Then the timing of opening the lid is important. If you screw it up, that's where it ends. It becomes impossible to create an exquisite semi-ripe eyeball grill.

"Now, Mako... Until now, I've sprayed you... please, don't..."

"Shizuka! Shizuka!

After a while, black smoke rose from the frying pan.

The finished eyeball grill was placed on a plate, and the cooked rice was served in a tea bowl. Put them in the tray and transport them to the living room.

I want miso soup too, but I'll convince you this much for today.

"Ha, ha, ha. - Uh-huh. Huh."

The living room where all those little birds were (not even) can only hear one painful exhale.

The Lord of that exhalation is the little bird who was fine until earlier. The other one, who was dying, apparently flew off into another world.

Once the tray was placed on the desk and the small table that was pushing away into the corner of the room was moved to the center of the room, he held the tray he had put on the desk and placed it on the table. And when I lay a duvet on the floor, I sit on it.

"Hmm, you look inside."

My handmade eyeball grill put on a small plate. That black figure is really chic. Also referred to as modern.

"Wow, the flavor is in there. Why... Ho ho"

A bursting, toothy touch and an aromatic but deep flavour that does not require seasoning. And a zalari finish that lingers in your mouth after swallowing.

Exactly the taste of adults. Black in terms of coffee, no, espresso, no, no, doppio?

Carry hot white rice into your mouth while the eyeball grill lingers.

"I see."

Its soft touch is the meltness that delights the sick as well. That's enough to swallow without chewing.

An exquisite harmony between rich and savory eyeball grilling and white rice that never claims to be.

That is.

"You're surprised at how bad this is..."

A little more white rice than a black burnt eyeball grill and porridge. Self-catering is not for me. The more painfully I understood that.

When the meal was over and the kitchen was cleaned up, I went back to the living room.

The time is six in the morning. I can still afford to go to school.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

Rougher exhales are echoing indoors than earlier. Standing in the front of the Lord of that exhalation, I crouched on the spot.

"Hey, if you think it's someone, it's Makoto. What's wrong with you dressed like that in such an embarrassing way?

When asked so in a pungent tone, the dripping trumpet raised his face slightly.

Moist eyes that still seem to overflow with tears and a bright red face to burn. And rough and recurring hot exhales.

With his hands tied behind his back and his feet shoulder-width apart, Makoto is holding his knees in place with a tutorial stick to secure his body and shaking his thighs in a mid waist position with a blurb. Under that crotch is a blue bucket.

Looking in the bucket, it's still empty.

Looking next door, he looks like a kid bitch who is in the same position as True Harp and is gagged. Are you fainting, or are you done with a lot of things because you gave me something to put out, and I'm not even moving Pickle anyway.

By the way, I use a rope with my hands tied, and hang myself with a curtain rail so that my body won't fall down even if I lose its strength.

"Is the kid bitch falling off early? I'm glad my sister's dignity is preserved."

That's how I whisper and stroke True Harp's head. Makoto, who moisturizes and trembles his eyes, just bares his breath and doesn't utter a word. No, I guess I can't emit it, not not not emit it. The fact that there is no room for it is obvious if you look at the true harp.

Makoto's lower abdomen, naked and mid-waisted, is clearly unnaturally puffy and swollen.

Naturally, I used a rectal cleaning device and injected hot water into the rectum.

I need you to take good care of the outrage of tying me up.

My hands were released and for now I tied my hands up behind my back by hitting and stripping the trumpet naked, I captive the kid bitch who slept in the toilet, and similarly hissed and stripped naked and tied my hands up behind my back.

Zhenqin did not resist to say the least, and the kid bitch could not grasp the situation because of his bedtime, and he did not resist this again.

Take those two to the bathroom, inject hot water from each anus with instruments for rectal cleaning, and travel to the toilet. True harps and kid bitches were placed in order in the toilet to add more use by themselves.

I repeated that again.

True harp and kid bitch were put into the toilet in turn and left alone for a reason.

Due to my discipline, Zhenqin has some resistance to draining hot water stored in his intestines in public, and yesterday, the scene was seen by a kid bitch.

In short, there will be some sense of contemporaneity and reopening even if we are to be ashamed of exposing ourselves to insanity in front of our sister.

Kid bitch, on the other hand, is just a little girl who doesn't know the right or left. A true domazo who says he likes pain, but he will be resistant to exposing his dementia in front of his dependent sister. That's why I put it in the toilet by myself.

I mean, it's all for the kid bitch.

The kid got on so well with my ruse.

I guess there was some reassurance that I would put it in the toilet by myself. He drained it in the toilet and came back, even with a distressed look as he was injected with hot water into his rectum.

By the way, when I injected hot water into my intestines, I also put a true harp and a kid bitch in the bathroom separately, respectively. In other words, the sisters could not confirm that hot water was injected from the anus.

Thanks to this, the kid bitch showed some resistance, but accepted it, albeit saying something.

And Zhenqin was so ridiculous that he stuck his own ass out at me.

It's too sweet a punishment for me. But that's also until after the second rectal cleansing. The real deal was after that.

I took them to the window for a third injection. And use a rope and a stick to secure the two of them. I placed a bucket between each strand and threw a rope through the curtain rail to keep the two of them from falling.

So it was True Harp who was in a hurry. The kid bitch has no idea what's going to start, only shuddering.

Zhenqin noticed my thoughts and started begging me to open up the kid bitch.

Kid Bitch has a lot of experience masturbating, but he's not used to exposing his dementia in front of others.

But I really need to expose myself to dementia in front of me. Besides, there was a need to put up with humiliation so that even if I exposed myself to my dementia in front of my sister, I could stand it, in order to make her help me as well.

That's one reason.

And for another reason, that's punishment for true harp.

Zhenqin is used to being taunted by me. No, he wants to move on and get scolded. So even if you were exposed to your dementia in front of your sister, it wouldn't be a great punishment.

That's why I sidelined the kid bitch.

It is the way my dear sister gets bored that makes it a great punishment for True Harp. True harp is more of a heartbreaking personality than hurting yourself to the way others suffer. If that makes you my sister, it's special. It will have an extraordinary effect.

In other words, a one-stone three-bird ploy that simultaneously does not tolerate the tuning of the true harp and the tuning of the kid bitch, and punishes both of them. Exactly perfect.

"Well, Makoto, I'll give you a choice"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

I laughed and talked to Makoto, who kept breathing roughly and desperately.

"In half an hour, if I can stand it brilliantly, I'll open up to you and the kid bitch. But if you say you can't stand it, let the kid bitch suffer instead. Which one do you choose to endure or make easier?

In my inquiry, a strong light lit the eyes of the moist harp.

"I'll stand for it."

I laughed at Makoto, who answered without any stray, squeezing his remaining power.

"Right, okay. But if he can't stand it enough and sprinkles the contents of his stomach within the prescribed time, he will still have the kid bitch take responsibility. Is that all right?

"Ha!"

I nodded with a smile at Makoto, who raised his voice and nodded loudly.

Right, right, or do you say you'll continue to endure the remaining thirty minutes? You say you sacrifice yourself for your pretty sister. What a special triumph your chest will get hot.

Then I'll have to do everything in my power to support you so you don't lose the thought of True Harp.

"Oh, my goodness... you look like a ghost..."

Makoto, staring into my eyes, blued his face to see if he felt anything and shook out a rattle.

Reach right into the head of such a true harp and gently stroke it with a refreshing laugh.

"Hehe, don't worry. It doesn't hurt. What, it just makes me feel so much better"

"Oh, oh... oh, I'm sorry, my true harp was bad, I have to be sorry..."

It was rare for a true harp, and its eyes were stained with the colour of defeat.

Apparently, he understood. Tell me what's about to start.

White as snow and smooth as white magnetism. That colours light peaches like cherry blossom petals, moist and damp as wet in the rain.

The body to be torn and the sweat to be ejected. And a sweet exhale gasping in agony.

"Oh, come on. - Ugh, let go."

A hard, pointed bud on its tip of a large breast that is soft and has tension and elasticity. It's bright red as congested, and I play it with my fingers as I rub my breasts. Each time True Harp raises a screaming sweet gasp and begs for forgiveness.

I'm playing with my nipples now as I go around behind True Harp and rub my breasts from behind.

I don't use any tools. Even if you don't use such objects, it's easy to lead the true harp to its peak.

Besides, it makes sense because you don't use tools. If you sprinkle hot water from your intestines without using any tools, the heart of True Harp will be beaten to the point of no complete skin. And it would totally break my heart.

Besides, I can't stand it enough for my sister, but even if she was defeated just because she was caressed gently, I don't see her face either.

In other words, the current true harp is in a cruel state where defeat is confirmed while being placed in a situation where defeat is never allowed.

The nudity of the feverish harp is desperately cursed, as it refuses to peak. But because it's fixed, it can't be resistant or anything.

"Hiha! You can't lick it, you can't lick it!

Rub your breasts, then pick your hard, pointed nipples with your fingers, and squeeze. At the same time, he put his lips on the neck muscle of the true harp and glanced at it with his tongue.

The stuffy Makoto figure is really funny, and makes me feel bad.

Licking the gushing sweat with his tongue, he felt a slight salt air. Then the sweet and sweet fragrance plunders the nose.

As he let his lips suck from time to time, twitching with his tongue, and pulling the nipple he was squirming, True Harp, turning his back, shook freaked.

Remove the power of your fingers pulling your nipples all the way through the signals and release the lips that were sucking on your neck muscles.

Coming and going near the summit. Making it crazy is easy, but because I dare to identify the limits and put in a small pause in a critical place, the true harp has not yet reached its peak.

"Makoto, are they watching you?

And whisper in your ear.

As a matter of fact, I lost it so much after I started playing the true harp, I noticed that the kid bitch was looking at this one.

The kid with his face dyed bright red is looking at the true harp with a flicker and a side envy.

Unlike Makoto, who is taunted from me with hot water stored in his intestines, the kid bitch has already served something to serve.

It passes the disgrace of being seen by his sister during discharge, and sometimes he says that his sister is being admired, and his disgrace is paralyzed. I mean, there's plenty of room for the current kid bitch.

How do you see your sister coming and going near the summit, twisting her body and about to be swallowed by pleasure, in the eyes of a kid bitch?

For a kid bitch who only knows how to masturbate, it will be shown as a seductive and seductive figure.

"Twenty minutes left, stand up and show off."

In that whisper of mine, Makoto, who was humiliated to say that his sister would see him, still made his body stretch and nodded small.

It's like I'm willing to endure.

"That's right. Hey Shizuka, your sister endures for you. You know, I'm getting a nice reward for you."

"Huh!?

True harp's body bounced bikun and his face turned to the side with momentum. With his eyes open, Makoto tried to say something with a voice that was silent. But it's not a word.

endure for my sister. I suppose I could not argue with the fact that I am delighted with the pleasure that I can give you by hiding that great name.

That is a very bad development for True Harp. If my sister finds out that she only enjoys herself by making her sister a dashi, she can't keep her mouth shut.

Still, if my sister were to say that she would take the blame for herself, etc., I would blame her for happiness.

What happens then? I know Makoto, who was tutored over time. how sweet it is.

"Shizuka! Not if you listen to Aoi's sweet whispers! If Aoi teaches you, you won't be able to undo it! Five years early for a little one like Shizuka!

"Oh, five years early... don't be silly!

The kid bitch watching the chirp stared at the genuine mixed scream emanating from the mouth of the true harp.

As expected.

There will naturally also be a reason why True Harp tried to bear all that blame bitterness because his sister is cute. But its essence is jealousy.

Knowing that the kid bitch was fitted in the pill, Jin Qin asked me for help. But what I took on made room for True Harp's heart.

Then the next thing to bud is jealousy. My sister will also receive the tutoring she has received so far. And my sister is a beautiful girl who can't complain about the beauty she rarely sees.

I want to help my sister. But if Aoi leans on his sister. It could be enough in view of my sister's beauty. That's what I think, and it's only natural that a rush arises.

Actually, it's not me dumping on the bitch kid, but it makes it hard to tutor the kid bitch when the real harp is driven by jealousy. For this reason, it is necessary to convince the true harp to some extent.

"All true harp cheats! Besides, Shizuka doesn't have to carry Shizuka's punishment! I don't even remember asking Makoto! Shizuka will punish herself!

Makoto, who blued his face to the kid bitch who eats it for Makoto, just rocks his eyes and can't argue with one thing.

"So, Makoto, what do we do?

Whispering in True Harp's ear, True Harp's body jumped victoriously.

"Wow, I... and for Shizuka..."

"Don't blame Shizuka! Zhenqin is just trying to monopolize your brother by blaming Shizuka!

"Chi, chi..."

"No! No! True harp is cowardly! All true harp cheats!

An unforgiving attack from my sister, who is supposed to be on my side. Shaking Makoto's eyes truly represent a shaking heart.

Makoto's heart is about to be broken without doing anything.

Tough for you? The reality that you tried to protect your precious sister but you would be cursed from her. And a reality that I can't say back to that sister at all.

Let's get the punishment for the outrage of tying me up.

"Shizuka, shut up for a second"

"Ha, ha!

The scattered, scattered kid bitch honestly followed all my words as a crane's voice.

Kid bitch desperate to see the true harp I can blame and get herself to do it, I guess she's going to sell me the euphoria.

Damn, retarded kids are easy to handle and helpful.

"Makoto, I'm a ghost, but a promise is a promise, and if you can't stand it, as you promised, the kid bitch's sins will be written off. You're gonna have to put up with it."

"Oh, no!

The kid who heard me whisper to Jin Qin raises his voice of condemnation. Hearing the voice, True Harp's body shook with a blurb.

The fact that I only enjoyed myself by dashing my sister. That was spotted by me, condemned by my sister, who was trying to protect me, and True Harp's heart was on the verge of defeat.

If True Harp is now completely defeated, True Harp won't be able to say anything if I blame the kid bitch.

True Qin's defeat was a certainty even if he didn't do anything about it so far, but it was necessary to curb his jealousy.

And kid bitches can also easily cross the line by this measure.

More jealousy than the disgrace of exposing yourself to insanity in front of your sister than just having fun with your sister, who would go ahead and offer herself that to show off to your sister no matter how embarrassing an act could be imposed.

There is no gap in this two-step approach to discouraging the jealousy of the true harp while letting the kid bitch step out.

"Well, fifteen minutes left? Let the punishment resume. Jinqin is punished for having fun.

"The coward of Makoto! I'm going to have to monopolize you!

"Shit, dude..."

True harp keeps being pushed further and further by the kid bitch who does the cover shooting that I didn't even ask for.

And at the same time that I picked True Harp's nipples with my fingers, True Harp pulled out of his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - Uh-huh."

True harp that trembles and extinguishes itself in the hot water that erupts from the anus.

My sister blamed me for enjoying herself, and Makoto, who couldn't deny it, accepted defeat.

"Don't worry, even if you tutor the kid bitch, it's your hole that spits out desire. So always keep it clean so you can always use it."

I whispered in the ear of a true harp so that it wouldn't sound like a kid bitch as tons of hot water poured down the bucket set between my crotches.

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

Did you feel at ease with that word, Makoto, who rose a beastly roar and gave himself over to the peak, spanked his hips freaking out and sprayed hot water out of his anus, and tide out of his urethra.

True harp has also become quite splendid to be so spectacularly supreme just by spraying hot water out of your anus.

Leaving my body immobilized and drooping, moving to the front of the kid bitch, I crouched on the spot and looked around to lick the kid bitch's nudity.

He's a kid bitch who barked majestically until earlier, but he's got his body fixed in his mid waist, his crotch open and he's seen exposed to everything, he's got his whole body red to burn and he's bored.

But the more I look at it, the more boring it is. The chest is so luxurious that it is slightly swollen that the clavicles and abrasions fully emerge. Thin thighs and small buttocks.

It's really just your face, Koz. There's nothing better than that. Moreover, its only advantage, beauty, is too young to be excited about one now.

Thanks to this, the one thing that was playing the true harp is gradually shriveling.

If my breasts were at least as big as inside, I'd look like a kid and be worthy of it.

"Oh, so... is Shizuka's body attractive?

The kid bitch, who twists his body and embarrasses him about what he mistook, is smiling lightly at me looking at the flicker.

Oh, well, isn't it attractive to the owner of that kind of sexuality? The word came out to my throat, but the kid bitch seemed motivated, too, and swallowed it in an inch.

Now, there are some things we need to pay close attention to when it comes to coaching the kid bitch.

There are two precautions. One is to say that the kid bitch is a beginner in discipline. If you suddenly assume that you don't have a hard upbringing and that the upbringing doesn't feel good, you won't be able to keep the medication going.

Rectal cleansing is quite a hard ordination, but it only means a lot as punishment, and that kid bitch will understand it too.

But not from here. Anyway, we need to give it pleasure and get it embedded in tuning.

And one more thing. That the kid bitch is a domazo who finds pleasure in pain and suffering.

You need to inflict pain and suffering between pleasure and pleasure and satisfy them.

That's why I chose rectal lavage for punishment. Rectal lavage is predominantly bitter, but not so much pain.

I would have faced it because it was my first time, but I can easily assume that if I get used to it, it would be a sweet blame on the kid bitch.

Besides, Kid Bitch's natural sexuality seems to be more inclined to pain than suffering. That has been proven with a butt slap.

When that happens, rectal cleansing is only a basic blame, and by overlapping it with painful blame, it is possible to satisfy the kid bitch.

But that's still ahead of us. Now it would be good to focus on pleasure, to the extent of inflicting some pain.

While building a strategy in his brain, he double-checked the body of the kid bitch.

Peachy nipples are back to their normal size. That's the same for the pubic nucleus. It still looks like she was just having an unusual erection due to side effects from the medication.

In other words, the development of sexy bands is immature. If you get your hands on it thinking it's being developed and cut, the pain is more likely to precede the pleasure and lead to results that you don't like to tune in.

No matter how authentic the domazo, pain alone is not easy to let fit into the crucible of pleasure.

All right, it's settled. Let's start with the development of sexy bands. Suitable for that is a massage.

Bring the kid bitch into the school warehouse and use the true harp as an assistant to develop a sexy belt through massage.

"Shizuka, contact Shinji when school is over."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, okay. So, um..."

The kid bitch, who replied to my query and nodded, mumbles as she looks at me with a flicker.

"What? If you have something to say, say it."

"Well... now, can't you do anything for me?

The kid bitch, who said so and dyed bright red to his ears, is ashamed of his body when he leans down.

He can't help but want me to play like a true harp soon.

Damn, you're more than a serving of lust for a poor minister kid cunt.

He sighed small, and leaned closer to the kid bitch as he crouched, reaching out both hands and holding the kid bitch tight.

"Don't rush. And give me three days. In the meantime, swear never to use drugs. If you're not satisfied after three days, you can use as much medicine as you like. Three days, can you promise?

And whispered in the ear of a kid bitch.

"Oh, Shizuka will keep her promise if your brother will..."

I held the kid bitch in my arms even harder to the words I was embarrassed to be returned.

Only the hot exhales of the kid bitch echo as silence reigns.

Apparently, he started getting swallowed up well by my measures. So convinced, when he let go of his right hand, which was turning on the poor phase back of the kid bitch, he extended his hand to the groin of the kid bitch.

"Ah."

Couturi, to the slight water noise, the poor phase body of the kid bitch trembled and a small, sweet gasp leaked.

Gently, gently, carefully, the skinned pubic nucleus and the swollen female genitals are slowly fingered.

"Oh, oh, brother - I've been made more abusive"

A kid bitch begging for her body. But ignore the plea and gently move your fingers.

Body tremors that get bigger gradually. Evidence of greater comfort. In proportion to that, the desire would be gushing.

I want pain. The kid bitch is about to complain like that all over his body.

Still, I gently moved my right index finger while holding the kid bitch in my left hand and continued to give only pleasure.

"Whoa, bro, I'm not hanging up, I want to be made more violent"

Masturbation would have made it possible to create painful pleasures by rubbing up the nipples and rubbing up the pubic nucleus as hard as you like.

But that's a mistake. I don't know that kid bitches accumulate because I can do whatever I want.

The supreme pleasure of blowing up gradually increased pleasure at the apex all at once. It is impossible because it is free, and it is possible because it is unfettered.

We need to carve that into the mind and body of the kid bitch first.

"Brother! Shizuka's hurt! I want you to hurt me!

The shaking of the kid's body is getting bigger, and he's about to complain that the summit is near.

Almost, almost.

The pubic nucleus that was wearing the skin peeked at his face on its own, a massive overflow of mucus from a crack in a single muscle.

"Bullshit! I said it would make Shizuka feel better."

I boiled my business without pain, and at exactly that moment when the kid bitch raised her voice of condemnation, poking the kid bitch's void and keeping my left hand off my back, I picked the pubic nucleus with my right finger, and my nipple with my left finger.

"That, this is the entrance to the greatest pleasure"

"Yikes!?

At the same time as the words, I pulled my finger-picked nipples and pubic nucleus tightly.

"Hiaaaaa!? Akiuuuuuuu!?

The kid bitch, freaking out and spasmodically cramping his body, peels off his white eyes and leans back as he makes a sweet scream.

Rising and stuffing to the verge of extinction only with pleasure, exploding pleasure with the sudden pain of being poked into the void of that moment when he spoke of dissatisfaction.

In front of a real peak glimpse of the eddy entrance to pleasure, such as the simple satisfaction gained by masturbation, it would be like farting.

"Ahhh!? Ahhh!? Ahhh!?

The kid bitch, who doesn't understand what happened, protrudes his chest without letting his back fall back, drooling with covetousness as he looks up at the ceiling. And he cramped his body even more guzzled by a well-spurted piss.

Even if you don't understand now at its peak, if you put your time into it, you'll definitely fit into this pleasure.

What you're saying is kid, it's kind of a dick.

He grinned nipples and pubic nuclei erect in the colic and looked at the kid bitch in admiration in front of him.

If anxiety persists, if you try to gain further pleasure and get my advice while taking your medication.

If you get the best pleasure without doing anything, it is only natural to conclude that a kid bitch with a fragile heart can feel better if you use medication.

In order to stop it, it is essential to have a full heart.

In other words, by making me thoroughly dependent on you, and by using drugs, you induce me to remember my fear of being hated by me.

You don't have to bet your balance that you're with me rather than the pleasure of medicine.

"Shizuka, my pretty sister. Your brother will save you."

The first step to that end. Whispering attack with a strong hug of a kid bitch at the top. Engrave a sweet whisper into the brain marrow.

"Ahhh!? Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The scream of a kid bitch whose Luke hasn't turned. Whatever you're talking about is sappy, but for now, you definitely grabbed the kid bitch's heart in a gutter.

"Oh, after bruising, I'm a jerk..."

I heard a shivering voice of true harp, but ignored it.

I wanted to argue with you about where I was bruised, but as I put it aside, it's only a compliment to me to say that I'm being rash. Say more.