The other world starts with debt

Still wondering about Haruno Ayato's sudden change, Ito Yuezhi looked up and found Tsukishima Kyoko staring at him. Her cold face was expressionless, and only her slightly furrowed eyebrows showed her mood.

"Ito, you answer this question," the plain and cold voice was like a cold wind, blowing Ito Yuezhi's heart fiercely, causing goose bumps.

"Well - I don't know," Ito Yuezhi looked at the question, pondered for a while, and found that it was not the type of question he could solve.

"Hehe, you dare to be absent without knowing it, come to the guidance room with me after class."

Tsushima Rina pouted in dissatisfaction. She is a face control and has collected many photos of handsome guys on her mobile phone. For the opposite sex, her evaluation depends on his appearance.

When she saw Ito Yuezhi for the first time, she was deeply attracted by his appearance, but after the first class, she and Shiina Chizuru were called to the guidance room by Shirakawa Miwa, so she couldn't talk to Ito Yuezhi. After two classes, her best friend Kurashiki Reina wanted to see her. Now she had time during the second get out of class, but Ito Yuezhi would be called away by Tsukishima Kyoko, and she couldn't chat with her. This made her very dissatisfied. 'Forget it, there will be plenty of time to get close to handsome guys in the future. Go find Reina and check the information with her. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. '

After class, Ito Yuezhi followed Tsukishima Kyoko to the guidance room. When she approached the guidance room, Tsukishima Kyoko was very angry and pressed the book on the table, picked up the special teaching stick and raised it.

"Ito classmate, you have missed so many classes, and you are still absent in class. Are you going to degenerate?" Tsukishima Kyoko sat on the bed with her beautiful legs folded in black silk ups and downs, expressing her inner anger.

Knowing that she was in the wrong, Ito Yuezhi lowered her head and listened to Tsukishima Kyoko's teachings, but her eyes were uncontrollably attracted by her perfect legs.

The black stockings wrapped around the plump thighs, making them tighter. From a visual point of view, the curve of the thighs was more perfect, outlining a perfect arc from the thighs to the calves. The black stockings seemed to be a black hole that swallowed up the light. Under the illumination of the surrounding light, they exuded a mysterious black ink luster that belonged to darkness.

"You can't be like that Morishita Wataru..."

Ito Yuezhi, who was bewitched by the charming darkness, turned a deaf ear to the outside world and only looked at the beautiful legs.

"Ito-san, Ito-san!" Tsukishima Kyoko raised her voice a few more times and tried to glare at Ito Yuezhi. "I... forget it, you have to come to my house for extra lessons on Saturday nights from now on, got it?"

'I'm so angry, you ignored my words, hum hum hum, no, I have to find a way, I can't let him degenerate... Ito was looking at my legs just now, so...'

"Ah? Ah! Got it." Ito Yuezhi knew that he had angered Tsukishima Kyoko, so he used the ring to read Tsukishima Kyoko's thoughts, trying to find some clues to apologize and calm her emotions. But he heard another extraordinary idea.

"Ah, what? Go back, remember to come on Saturday night." Tsukishima Kyoko waved her hand impatiently.

Chapter 8 Miyajima Sakura

The morning class ended quickly. Since being taken to the guidance room by Tsukishima Kyoko, Ito Yuezhi has never been absent from class.

Ito Yuezhi was about to go to eat when his phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that someone sent a message on Line.

Miyajima Sakura (Sister Sakura): [xiaozhi, do you want to have lunch together?] (Readed)

Although Ito Yuezhi and Miyajima Sakura are childhood sweethearts, their families live far away from each other. Usually, they can only meet on weekends when Ito Yuezhi goes to Miyajima Dojo for training or doing odd jobs.

So Miyajima Sakura is very happy that Ito Yuezhi can come to Seishen Academy to study, so that she can also see Ito Yuezhi at school.

Ito yuezhi: [OKAY, SISTER YING, I will find you.] (Readed)

Miyajima Sakura (Sister Ying): [Wait for me download. Readed)

Ito Yuezhi put away his mobile phone, picked up his lunch box and went to the shoe cabinet at the entrance under the teaching building, changed out of the school's uniform indoor shoes, put on his own shoes, and quietly waited for Miyajima Sakura.

"Xiaozhi, I'm here." Encountering an intimate name from behind, Ito Yuezhi retracted his gaze from the mobile phone when he heard the voice and turned to look at the girl who was really jogging over.

Miyajima Sakura was wearing the uniform of Seishin Academy, but her amazingly developed fruit filled the uniform to the brim. She kept pulling the fabric while running, as if she was about to break out of the shell. The black pleated skirt set off her two straight, jade-like slender legs, which were even whiter. At this time, her long legs were crossing and moving briskly.

Ito Yuezhi took the initiative to approach Miyajima Sakura and held her shoulders. "Be careful, Sister Ying, don't run so fast." Then, he reached out and helped Miyajima Sakura wipe the sweat from her smooth forehead.

"I know," Miyajima Sakura enjoyed the feeling of Ito Yuezhi taking care of her. Her little head moved slightly. Her dark purple silky long hair was tied with a red silk ribbon on the left side and woven into a ponytail. Her hair hung on both shoulders.

This peculiar hairstyle fluttered as she swayed, constantly caressing Ito Yuezhi's arms. At this moment, she was smiling happily and contentedly with her eyes closed, acting like a puppy.

"Sister Ying, I'm really worried that you'll be cheated by others." Ito Yuezhi touched Miyajima Sakura's head lovingly, smiled, and said.

"Well, I won't, I will only be deceived by Xiaozhi." Miyama Sakura durled the rosy cherry mouth, and his soft hands covered Ito's hand to stop his hand, looking up at Ito's eyes. Purple eyes reveal seriousness, just like purple purple Roland's flower language: hazy love.

The peach cheeks with Hongxia filled with a gentle smile, just like a dumb little beast hit the atrium of Ito's stop.

"Then it agreed," Ito stopped answering with a smile. He felt a bit hot in the earlobe, ‘the weather has begun to rise! ‘

"Hmm!" Miyaza Sakura nodded seriously, "Let's go to the sword of the sword, there is generally no one for a lunch break."

Ito stopped picking up the bento box in the hands of Miyaza Sakura, along with it.

Because Miyashima Sakura was a little late, there was no one downstairs at this time, so no one saw their intimate contact, except for a petite blue figure. "Hmm ..."

Nympho

In the lounge room of the silent kendo, the two people were sitting opposite, and the joyful and laughing sound dispersed the quiet atmosphere of the lounge.

"Xiaozhi, taste this." Miyazya Sakura clamped a meat piece with chopsticks, supported it below, and handed it to Ito's mouth.

"Great, is it Sakura Sakura?" Ito stopped and praised, "Come, taste my roast duck meat."

"Hum, of course, but some mothers do it," Miyaza Sakura is a gentle and polite but always keeping a distance from others in the eyes of outsiders, but always likes coquettish in front of Ito. I am afraid that I will grit my teeth and make a living to kill the thoughts of the thieves who confuse Miyajima Sakura.

Miyashima Sakura took his hair, containing chopsticks, his tongue rolled flexibly with flexible slices, leaving only some of the girl's saliva sticky around the chopsticks.

It may be that Miyashima Sakura drinks less water today, and the saliva secreted in her mouth is relatively sticky. When she releases her part to leave the chopsticks, Xiangjin, who sticks to chopsticks, slowly opens a colorless and transparent silk thread with her, and finally breaks the corner of the mouth of her mouth. At the point.

... The scene once returned to silence.

"Well, Xiaozhi, why don't you eat?" Miyaza Sakura raised his head in doubt, looking at Ito stopped asking, dumbfounded.

Ito stopped knowing that Miyashima Sakura was not intentional. Because of the educational education of Miyaza's hardcore, she rarely watched TV, and she did not know about some common sense.

Although I knew that Miyashima Sakura was not intentional, Ito's stop was still difficult to suppress the fiery in his heart.

"Sister Sakura hasn't been drinking water today, saliva is a bit sticky."

"Oh! Yes ... yes," Miyazyashima Sakura was a little embarrassed, and talked about her saliva with Ito to make her still shy.

"Then ... let me feed Sister Sakura to drink water, how about." I didn't wait for Miyashima Sakura to speak, Ito stopped picking up the thermal insulation cup, drinking his head and drinking water, containing it in his mouth, and he was in the mouth of Miyaza Sakura. move.

"No ... um," I just wanted to refuse the time to disappear, Miyaza Sakura murmured lowly, the head of the first leaned up, the face was dizzy, the delicate and red mouth of the small mouth slightly poured, and the shame and closed closed. Fight.

Miyashima Sakura did not refuse. At a young age, at the beginning, it was annoying that he could easily defeat her in the dojo, but he could easily defeat her and take the praise of his mother and grandfather. However, I don't know when she started to be attracted slowly. When did I start to stop? Did you see him falling under the mother's sword again and again, but still have the courage to point his mother? Still knowing that he still smiled and treat life when facing the harsh family environment? However, these are no longer important ...

"Hmm Humm" Miyaza Sakura couldn't help but snorted, and for the first time, she was passively affected by Ito's stop.

The girl's lips are fragrant, such as orchids are in stone, refreshing, fragrant and sweet, fragrant and pleasant.

After a few minutes "啵∽", Ito stopped loosened the gorgeous lips captured Miyaza Sakura, and made an ambiguous sound.

A drop of charming tears in the eyes of Miyaza Sakura Boschi, shining with a faint light. Miyashima Sakura feels that his body is strange now. It seems that there are little deer in his heart, driving the proud fruit on his chest ups and downs, and you do n’t know when you have a thin layer of sweat.

"Huh -ha ..." After taking a deep breath, Miyashima Sakura slowly adjusted his emotions. Ito stopped it without manual feet, but gently stroked her hair. Suitable, suitable for the last choice.

"Little Zhi, my mother asked you when I had time to eat in the dojo?" Miyaza Sakura relied on a wide and hard -minded mind, enjoying Ito's gently touching her head and asking.

Ito stopped thinking about it, and said, "Tu Yingri (Saturday), when I arrived at the Kendo Farm for help and leave meals casually."

"Well, I will tell my mother."

Chapter 9 Hot Girl and Student President

Nympho

Time flies, and soon comes to school.

Japan's high school is usually 6 lessons per day, class at 9 am, school at about 3 pm or 4 pm. After school, you can choose to go home or participate in communities, tutoring classes, etc. After school.

Sincere and deep schools attach great importance to students' extracurricular activities. In order to cultivate their literacy of various skills, the school has clearly stipulated that if there are no special reasons, they must participate in at least one community.

The cherry blossoms in May are still lush, and the petals in the school are scattered to the ground, like a pink scroll.

"Ito, what club are you going to join?" Haruno Ayato turned around curiously and looked at Ito Yuezhi who was packing up his books.

"I don't plan to join a club." He took out the application form he had prepared, which was about part-time work, and he was going to get the student union to stamp it.

"Is that so?" Haruno Ayato looked at the watch on Ito Yuezhi's hand, and did not curiously ask why Ito Yuezhi did not join the club, but whispered, "Ito, if the school forces you to join, you can go to the literature department. Many people in the literature department are just there to hang their names and be ghost members. It is a minority who participate in their club activities."

"Thank you for your advice, Haruno, I will consider it." Ito Yuezhi smiled and thanked Haruno Ayato.

"No, no, then I'll go first, my sister is still waiting for me to tutor."

"Goodbye."

After Haruno Ayato left, Ito Yuezhi was about to go to the student union after packing up, and a voice suddenly called him.

"Handsome, wait a minute." Ito Yuezhi, who didn't know that he was being called, ignored it and walked to the door. He stopped and looked back when he heard someone calling "Ito-kun".

He saw a girl running towards him with a backpack. Her hairstyle was very similar to Miyajima Sakura's, both of them had a single ponytail tied on the side, but her hair color was pink while Miyajima Sakura's was dark purple.

"What do you want to talk to me about, classmate?" Ito Yuezhi recognized her as the girl who had quarreled with another purple-haired girl in the morning and was called to the student guidance room by Shirakawa Miwa, but he didn't know her name.

At this time, Tsushima Rina had come to Ito Yuezhi's side. He lifted his messy hair and greeted with a faint smile, "Hi, handsome, my name is Tsushima Rina."

"Hello, Tsushima classmate, what's the matter with calling me?" Ito Yuezhi asked again, looking at her puzzledly.

Tsushima Rina smiled and approached Ito Yuezhi, "Don't call me so distant, just call me Rina." Then she opened the Line interface on her phone, "Let's add Line."

"Well, Rina, what's the matter?" Ito Yuezhi did not refuse the initiative of the beautiful girl in front of her.

"Oh, let's talk outside." Tsushima Rina came over and took Ito Yuezhi's arm, gently pulling him out. Even in front of so many classmates, she did not shy away. After all, she was a "famous" hot girl.

Ito Yuezhi followed the push of her soft object and followed her out.

"So, what's the matter? I have something else to do."

"Oh - what a pity, I still want to go out with you."

"So, you want to invite me to play?"

"Hmm"

"Sorry, Rina, I have something to do, next time." Ito Yuezhi looked at the time and planned to say goodbye to Tsushima Rina.

"Do me another favor, Zhijun." Tsushima Rina changed her address very familiarly, and she raised her phone and said, "Let me take a picture, Zhijun."

Ito Yuezhi did not refuse, and took the initiative to crouch down.

"Hehe," Tsushima Rina smiled with satisfaction, leaning her head on Ito Yuezhi's shoulder, taking a selfie with one hand, and pulling her arm tighter with the other hand, so that the elastic ball could not bear the weight and was pressed into a meat pie.

"Goodbye." Ito Yuezhi saw that she had taken the photo, stood up and said goodbye.

"Goodbye, Zhijun." Tsushima Rina didn't fiddle with her phone until she couldn't see Ito Yuezhi anymore, and kept flipping through the photos. 'So strong. ' Thinking of using herself as bait just now to lure the enemy deep into the enemy and test the enemy's strength, Tsushima Rina smiled proudly, no man can resist my charm.

"Okay, now that I have the photo, I'll show it off to Reina, hehe." As if she remembered Reina Kurashiki's envious expression, Tsushima Rina couldn't help laughing again.

...

On the other side, Ito Yuezhi, who had separated from Tsushima Rina, came to the Student Union, knocked on the door, and pushed the door open after being signaled to approach the Student Union office.

Ito Yuezhi walked into the door and couldn't help but be attracted by the decoration here. A beautifully carved mahogany desk was filled with documents, and a beautifully decorated lamp was hung high on the ceiling, emitting soft light. Various carefully trimmed plants were neatly placed, and there was also a high-end leather sofa next to the desk...

This made me feel that the new dean, Naoko Daimon, was generous. She cared about the cultivation of students because she valued academic qualifications. It is said that these decorations in the Student Union office were only available after she took office, and she also greatly increased the funds for student club activities, but those who can enjoy these are students with excellent grades or outstanding in one aspect.

"Classmate, what do you have to do?" Until someone asked Ito Yuezhi, Ito Yuezhi withdrew his gaze this time and looked at the source of the voice.

At this time, there were only Ito Yuezhi and another girl in the empty office. Ito Yuezhi looked over and saw a girl sitting in the middle of the mahogany table. There was a sign next to her that read "Student Council President".

Ito Yuezhi looked at the girl carefully. She was wearing the standard student uniform of Chengshen College. There was not even a wrinkle on her clothes. She was neatly arranged, just as strong and capable as her aura.

At this time, she was half lying on the mahogany desk, with her long, silky black hair draped behind her back. Her slender hands were constantly fiddling with the blue hairpin on her hair, and her dark blue glasses were staring at Ito Yuezhi. For some reason, Ito Yuezhi felt that her blue eyes were glowing with faint waves, which became more and more intense, as if she was filled with strong resentment, staring at Ito Yuezhi and making him feel uncomfortable.

"President, this is my application form. I have already asked the teacher to sign my name. Please help me stamp it." Ito Yuezhi walked up and took out the form and handed it to Keiko Mitarai. He just wanted to stamp it and leave immediately, but the look of the student council president still put a lot of pressure on him.

"Wait..." Keiko Mitarai wanted to stop her, but it was too late. Ito Yuezhi had already come to him. "Here."

Keiko Mitarai had no choice but to take the application form and glanced at it a few times, silently hoping that Ito Yuezhi would not find anything unusual, and then she hurriedly took out the stamp from the drawer.

"It's done. Don't stay in the student union office if you have nothing to do. Leave quickly." Keiko Mitarashi handed the application form to Ito Yuezhi and urged.

Ito Yuezhi did not take the application form immediately, but squatted down to pick up a banana that fell on the wet carpet. 'Well, it's really sticky! '

He put the banana in Keiko Mitarashi's hand and immediately took the application form to prevent Keiko from exploding and tearing up the application. "This is not how you eat bananas!" Ito Yuezhi said to Keiko Mitarashi and ran away.

In fact, Ito Yuezhi, who had just arrived at the office, didn't understand why Keiko Mitarashi looked at him with such resentful eyes, but when he came to Keiko Mitarashi and handed him the form, he understood.

The air was filled with a moist smell of pheromones, a wet carpet, fallen fruits, bananas, beautiful legs under neat skirts that were crystal clear under the reflection of lights, and wet socks on petite feet. These combinations are creating an ambiguous atmosphere all the time.

After Ito Yuezhi left, Mitarai Keiko still buried her head on the table, her body trembling slightly. Suddenly, a voice sounded in this silent space. "I was seen... Is he threatening me with that sentence..."

I, Mitarai Keiko, am a beautiful student council president with good conduct, talent and appearance in the eyes of outsiders, known as the "ghost president". I have always been a good student in the eyes of teachers, and an object of admiration and respect by students. In order to live up to their expectations, I have been improving myself through hard study and proving myself through work...

But for some reason, every time when it was late at night, I often felt a sense of loneliness and emptiness. I wanted to talk to my friends, but seeing their admiring expressions, I couldn't say it... I wanted to talk to my brother, but in his eyes, my sister has always been the object of his dependence, so I couldn't say it... I wanted to talk to the teacher, but the teachers always looked at me with pride, so I couldn't say it...

Until one day, I forcefully confiscated the pornographic books and magazines that the boys brought to school in class. They were submissive in front of me and actively admitted their mistakes, but secretly called me a bitch, and I heard it.

However, when I heard this insulting word, I was not angry, but had a strange feeling, a kind of numb feeling like an electric shock that resonated with me when I listened to music. That feeling was like a bone-eating insect, leaving an indelible impression in my mind, making my heart light. There is a word that can describe my feeling at that time very aptly: ASMR.

I was fascinated by that feeling. I didn't dare to find someone to test it. I just tried to watch a movie related to violence alone, but the abusive sentences in the power supply didn't give me any touch.

I started to try other methods. The first target was the confiscated pornographic books. With the mood of trying, I watched it for a while, and that wonderful feeling emerged again, but... there was not such a big sense of stimulation. I made up my mind to implement it on myself according to the content of the books and magazines. That time I felt another strong stimulation different from ASMR.