"..."

Jasmine, who was facing me silently, changed into a highly stretchable sweatshirt provided by the tennis club and a white tennis skirt at the bottom. When she stepped out of the locker room wearing sneakers, she unexpectedly adjusted her state. , I can hardly see that I am struggling in a certain state.

For a moment, I even thought she took it off.

"Jasmine, come on."

But I still talked hypocritically.

"Humph."

Holding the orange Walker racket in her hand, Jasmine glared at me bitterly.

Looking at the faint look in the eyes, I realized that she was still tortured by the faint feeling, and I was quite proud of it.

Hee hee, there will be a good show in a while.

In my expectation, Jasmine walked slowly to the other side of the tennis court, spreading her legs apart.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere became volatile.

"Jasmine, just show off the embarrassment of your defeat!"

On the opposite side, Shion's clamor was also quite loud, and she could hear her emotions a little bit fierce.

(She is really full of complexity towards Jasmine, sometimes she seems to be okay, and sometimes a bit hostile...)

In my heart, I was so troubled by this that I could only temporarily focus on the situation of the battle.

What I care about now is whether Jasmine can beat Shion.

In all fairness, I think there should be no girls who can win a tennis match under the current circumstances. After all, their bodies have been tortured all the time.

Originally, my plan was to make Jasmine, who was struggling in the abyss, see hope and struggle to look better, and finally staged a scene of fiasco, but seeing her resolute and resolute expression on her face, I actually became a little nervous.

What to do if the car rolls over!

When I was thinking about this kind of thing, Jasmine's chest swayed slightly, but there was no big fluctuation due to the tightness of the sweatshirt.

She seems to be adjusting her movements and breathing.

In order to reduce the burden on her body, Jasmine spread her legs slightly and assumed a somewhat professional posture.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Isn't Jasmine actually hidden? What should I do then! Do you want to go back?

Time has stopped me from thinking, because the trigger game has finally begun.

"Take me a trick!!!"

Shion yelled loudly, then threw the ball high into the sky, and slapped it vigorously.

The yellow tennis ball is like a bullet. It quickly crossed the middle net without even arcing, ejected to the ground next to it, and then bounced quickly.

So fast!

I was stunned to watch, but Jasmine's reaction was also very quick.

Her hands and feet were completely taut, then she moved her body, and her arm hit the ball back in the smallest arc.

The crowd exclaimed.

It can be seen that this blow is still very technical.

And I can see that if it were me, it is estimated that the first goal would only be disarmed and surrendered.

"Come again!"

Shion yelled very aggressively, and the ponytail swayed like a snake during the exercise, which made people feel refreshed.

Snapped!

boom!

The trajectory of the ball is changing rapidly, and the tennis match this round has become more exciting, but the eyes of the boys are unknowingly crooked, including me.

"Yeah!"

At the beginning, Jasmine was able to fight back without saying a word, but soon, her face turned red after finally recovering, and she was sweating a little sensationally.

It can be seen that she is suffering from huge resistance, and she can no longer maintain a comfortable state.

To make matters worse, her **** kept beating as she ran, and her skirt fluttered naturally. Fortunately, this was a hakama. The safety pants underneath protected the girl’s important mysterious area, which also made her a boyfriend. I was relieved. After all, my girlfriend had gone naked in public. Although I was very excited about it, I would lose my face because of it.

"what!"

After Shion hit the straight ball again, Jasmine planned to rush to hit back, but as if she had tripped over, she suddenly slipped and fell to the ground in Orz's posture.

"Eh? What's the matter?"

"Did you fall down?"

"But no one tripped her. Could it be that she fell on the ground?"

There were intermittent voices from the crowd, but the Minister of Tennis, as the referee, just declared "15 to 0" according to the rules.

"Woo..."

Jasmine leaned on the ground with her hands, her soft buttocks trembling slightly, and her beautiful black hair also leaned down to the ground like a waterfall. In addition, her face seemed to be dripping with honey all the time, and she looked very affectionate.

My girlfriend was obviously in a huge disadvantage and predicament, and I was unexpectedly a little happy.

It seems that Jasmine is not a monster, at least it can be defeated by foreign objects... No, in fact, I have defeated her a long time ago, haven't I?

"Hey, what happened to you just now?"

After Shion fiddled with the hair sticking to sweaty cheeks swiftly, he proudly slapped Jasmine.

With her eyes narrowed weakly, Jasmine stood up from the ground without saying a word and took a pose.

"Hehe, that's right, let me beat you to perfection!"

boom!

The next round begins.

This is a very exciting offensive and defensive battle.

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