The Coercion of Scum

"It's okay, their relationship is very good, because Sunflower can get along with anyone friendly, so when Zhiying brags, Sunflower will applaud very cooperatively."

"So that's it."

Although I nodded to express my understanding, the unhappiness in my heart resurfaced.

The reason is that Zhiying unceremoniously launched and pursued an offensive against Jasmine.

He appeared on the stage with a high profile, and then provoke me, obviously he wanted to tear down me and Jasmine.

"Jasmine, you should feel it, that person wants to pursue you."

"I think he is just too self-conscious, because I didn't satisfy his excess self-awareness to find trouble."

Jasmine put forward a different idea. She stretched out her hand and brushed her hair tossed by the night wind, and explained it earnestly.

"When he was a kid, he was a man in the class... No, he was born with a golden key in kindergarten. Compared with ordinary children's toys, he has all kinds of high-end toys such as electric racing airplanes, submarines, and so on."

"Ah, isn't that amazing?"

If I remember correctly, when I was in elementary school, I was able to play with blocks and mud, and occasionally a clock-driven car would make me happy for several days.

Jasmine also nodded.

"At that time, Zhiying was very generous and would share the toys she was tired of to others, so he had a lot of supporters."

"And you are not."

I pointed out the problem directly.

Jasmine continued to nod her head boringly.

"You know me, don't bow your head to someone with a bad personality."

After all, she looked at me like "you are this kind of person".

I quietly moved my hand down with a smile, and leaned into the bottom of her skirt, stroking her black silk buttocks in response.

Jasmine's mocking aura was suddenly dispelled by me.

"Yeah... why are you like this...!?"

Her **** feels really good. When I was sitting on my lap before, it gave me a feeling of meaty, and the black silk decoration is more slippery and cool, which makes people love it.

Jasmine absolutely didn't realize that she was often mistreated by me and all kinds of training were also because of her stubborn and unyielding temper.

"Oh, keep talking."

I squeezed her buttocks and hugged her tightly. The warm atmosphere of light pink was rendered peachy again by me, but I liked it.

The helpless Jasmine could only bit her lip lightly, lowered her head sadly and continued to talk in an intermittent voice.

"He is not a person who cares about toys very much. He is a very masculine person, so he likes to play with knives the most. When he was young, he would play with various wooden knives and swords, and I was also taught by my father to use knives to protect my body."

"Is that the Tang sword named Long Yu?"

I immediately thought of that weapon that almost took my life, but because of Jasmine's indecision for a long time, he couldn't hit the key part of the weapon that shone with cold light and resembled a samurai sword.

Jasmine shook her head.

"It was used as a town house in my family. I also used a wooden sword for practice. Then we would all sign up for the Youth Kendo Contest as the youngest child."

"Then you got caught up by him because you have a hobby in common with him?"

"No, but it's almost the same. Just the day before a game, he was dancing with a newly-made wooden knife in the class, and the person next to him was almost injured. In order to stop him, I took the lead and shot his weapon."

I can already imagine it.

As the class bully, Zhiying rode a classmate, and yy herself was a majestic general. When she was very excited, the wooden knife she was waving in her hand was blown away by Jasmine.

"Then he was angry?"

"Well. He was going to fight me, and then I took it, and then he lost."

Jasmine blushed, while caring about her **** under her skirt, while speaking softly. This embarrassing and weak look can't match the strong and cold Jasmine I haven't seen before. Could it be because of the eighteenth change?

Thinking of this, I stroked her soft and slender waist more and more passionately.

"Oh, that's pretty good..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Jasmine's breathing suddenly became turbulent, she fell on my chest and gasped as if she was about to lose strength, and she stared at me angrily from the corner of her light.

"Hmm, he lost, then what?"

"Then he kept challenging me and losing."

"But didn't he say that you lost to him in a previous game?"

"That was the only time it was in bad shape."

Jasmine muttered.

And I yelled badly in my heart.

Fuck, what is this setting, why didn't Jasmine tell me that she has such a complicated childhood playmate? This is almost a childhood sweetheart relationship, right? Compete and confront each other, and finally get to know each other gradually in the course of the struggle, and then increase your affection for each other... This is simply a textbook-like plot!

I am a little panicked now, because Jasmine used to have a childhood sweetheart full of fetters, maybe if it weren't for me, the two would have embarked on the road of lovers.

But I can't say it. If my reminder made Jasmine realize that her fate was cut off by me, it would be bad.

"Ahem... That's it, it seems that the person who came is not good, the other party wants to avenge you."

"Well, it's just that way, I hope my classmates will not be involved."

Jasmine showed an expression that seemed to be really annoyed, and she looked a little cute.

So I felt like my father was kissing my daughter, rubbing her cheek with my chin, and my hands went to the back of my head and disturbed her hair.

"Oh, Jasmine is really kind-hearted. Obviously, her boyfriend is the first victim. You are still dealing with classmates."

"Oh... don't rub..."

Jasmine panicked. She tried her best to break free of me, but she could only make a soft push that she wanted to refuse.

After playing enough, I let go of her contentedly.

Jasmine already seemed to be able to lose her strength by playing with me, panting with her back leaning against the railing.