The game I played came true

The miko stood obediently at the door, looking at the bewildered look in the god's eyes, and snickered softly.

Then, with a hint of shyness, she spun around in a circle and asked softly: "Hey, it's a bit cold. Brother, can I take a shower with you?"

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, calm down, calm down, the most important thing now is to get her out.

【Get out of here!What kind of memorial arch should we erect! 】

The evil villain in his heart immediately knocked the righteous villain to the ground, and the righteous villain could not get up again.

Ah, is the justice in my heart so weak? !

Get up!The justice I uphold!My conscience!My steadfastness!

The witch received no response, so she stood quietly, without urging or acting on her own initiative.

She was always so gentle and submissive.

She gathered all the hair that hung down to her chest and put it back behind her head, letting it hang down her back and down to her feet.

The righteous villain who fell to the ground in his heart looked up, lay down on the ground again, and then stretched out a trembling thumb.

Completely defeated!

"come in."

I thought I would be very natural, but after I said the words, I found that my voice was dry, trembling, with a hint of coughing, and full of nervousness.

The witch walked forward slowly and obediently, and then boldly hugged the god,

"Hey~ don't be nervous~"

With a height of 1.7 meters and [-] meters, she was slightly tiptoeing, whispering in her ear: "Everything about me is yours~ Don't be nervous~ Don't be afraid~ Use it as you like~"

My body froze, and I felt sorry for the embarrassment, but my body did stiffen.

Sticking to her without any hindrance, feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin, as well as its heavy weight, I couldn't help but salute.

His voice was still dry: "Qian, you can't say such nonsense."

The witch's body and mind had already fallen into joy because of the stickers. She expressed her feelings in her warm voice: "It doesn't matter~ Because it's you~ So~ It doesn't matter~ Please use me as you like~"

The words that were too straightforward and the treatment that was too gentle made the brain feel like it was fragmented and fell into a blank.The stiff body gradually relaxed and became no longer tense.

When she came back to her senses, the miko was humming softly in her ears with joy, and she tried her best to press their bodies tightly together.

Because I've been sticking it for a long time, I gradually got used to it, and I wasn't so nervous anymore.

He patted her shoulder gently, indicating to let go of himself, and his voice became a little more natural: "Qian, let go first, let's take a shower."

The witch responded warmly: "Yeah~ ok~"

She still reluctantly let go, then stood in front of him obediently and began to help them take a bath together.

During this period, she was taught how to use a lotus pod and got to know some bathing tools.

During the bath, the miko didn't boldly start enchanting the weapon. Instead, she shyly walked around the weapon to clean her body. Finally, she took a deep breath and wanted to work hard, but was stopped.

I don’t want to be in the bathroom for the first time. If the current rhythm is not stopped, I’m afraid there will be blood in the bathroom later.

When it was the witch's turn to wash, to be honest, there was nothing to wash. Her whole body was dust-free, clean and white. It was not so much about cleaning the body as it was about purifying water resources.

While cleaning her, I caressed her hair unconsciously and found that it felt surprisingly good, not rough, but rather silky, soft and moist.

Because it was very comfortable, she subconsciously took her hair in her hands and played with it. Feeling a slight tug, the miko gathered up the other strands of green hair that were stuck to her body due to being wet, and placed them in the hand of the god.

Joy welled up in her heart. This feeling of being needed by the gods was what she had always pursued.

She liked it and accommodated it obediently.

When he reacted, he had already been playing with her hair for a long time. After coughing, he said, "Qian, let me wash your hair."

The witch's voice was gentle from beginning to end, and she responded softly: "Yeah~ Okay~"

Bubbles appeared on her hair, and the long black hair was wrapped around her hands. She put her fingers into her hair, and her hair flowed smoothly between her fingers, giving her a silky and soft feeling.

After lathering up all the black hair and washing it, he hesitated for a moment, put his hands on her head, and slowly pressed and washed her head.

To be honest, there is no dandruff at all and there is no need.

But after washing, you can’t miss the hair roots.

Because I live alone, there is only one stool in the bathroom.

He sat on the stool, while the miko sat on the ground with her knees on her side, cushioned by a towel.While cleaning his head, his eyes that had been flickering suddenly became misty.

She purred: "Um...it feels so comfortable~"

Then he pressed his back completely against her, his head resting weakly on his chest, and his whole body unconsciously pressed closer together.

The miko felt very comfortable.

This was her first time being massaged by someone, and by her beloved god.

This made her physically and mentally happy and her brain could not help but feel tingling and comfortable.

She had never experienced this feeling before, this feeling of happiness overflowing throughout her body.

The gentle miko completely placed herself in the arms of the god, obeying her own feelings, and kept whispering comfortable hums of "boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[sssings.

Because she was too docile and gentle, she didn't have many beautiful thoughts in her heart.

He extended the time to comb her hair for an appropriate amount of time, and finally pinched her earlobe as a reminder to finish. He used water to rinse away all the bubbles on her hair.

After staying close to each other for too long, the nervous thoughts gradually disappeared.

Unexpectedly, I was able to do some intimate actions naturally.

He held the dazed miko who was still enjoying the tingling pleasure in his arms, and when she gradually came back to her senses from the comfortable feeling, the miko felt her own state, and a little pinkness crept onto her face.

With a hint of shame, she asked in a low voice: "Hey...brother~ let me wash your hair too~"

The miko found it very comfortable to wash her hair and decided to make the god feel comfortable as well.

Her voice was natural and no longer dry: "Okay, then Qian, you have to massage it for me."

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The miko responded briskly: "Yeah~ OK~"

Then the witch carefully and carefully washed the god's hair, put her hands on the scalp, and massaged it gently.

She looked at the god lying in her arms with a delighted smile on her lips.

She likes it.

Whether she is pampered by the gods or serves the gods herself, she can feel physical and mental joy.

After a long time, he struggled to get up from her arms and no longer enjoyed it.

The miko seemed to be tireless and kept massaging without feeling tired at all. It felt like as long as she didn't stop, she would continue to massage her gently.

"After washing, we have to go out. If we don't go out, we will have supper."

He was mumbling words of encouragement, but his body was reluctant to leave the bathroom.

The miko followed behind her and responded gracefully: "Yeah~ Okay~ Brother, please go out first, I'll wait for a while~"

Since the miko agreed to come out, there was no need for him to carry it with him in the bathroom, so he decisively wiped his body and came out.

If you stay any longer, your body will become dehydrated.

After leaving the bathroom, I looked at the time and saw that it was already 07:30 pm. I had been in the bathroom for more than an hour.

Let’s check out where there are delicious restaurants. I’ll take Akane Miyamizu to eat some delicious food later.

He took out his mobile phone and searched for famous stores nearby.

"Di, step~"

"Ding bell~ ding bell~"

"Di, step~"

"Ding bell~ ding bell~"

Accompanied by the sound of shoes hitting the floor, the crisp ringing of a bell rang soon after.

Looking up, Akane Miyamizu had put on her clothes again.

It's still a miko costume, but it's not a miko costume.

A plain white top, bright red scarlet hakama, and pure white socks with red clogs are all the attire of a miko.

But there are cherry pink makeup between her eyebrows, white gauze gloves on her bare hands, thigh-length scarlet hakama and pure white suspenders, and several circles of small bells surrounding her pure white feet.

But they are not dressed like witches.

This doesn't feel like preparation for going out either.

Swallowing, I had a guess in my mind.

The voice became dry again: "Qian... you..."

I wanted to pretend to be stupid, but then I thought: Why bother, this is my own miko, she dedicates everything to herself, and why do I need to be pretentious.

But after thinking about it, she was very docile, and she couldn't be too wanton.

You can't indulge your greed, you need to exercise restraint, and you need to give her a wonderful experience.

At the very least, we need to make an appointment first, right?

After thinking about this, her voice gradually became more normal: "Qian, there is no need to be like this, there is no need to be so urgent."

Akane Miyamizu walked up to her and slowly, shyly, lifted up the hem of her skirt.

"Hey, little brother, today~ I'm wearing something like this~"

Her voice was full of shyness, but her movements were concise and lively.

What came into view was a pure white silk stocking that matched perfectly with the pure white garter stockings.

The gate of heaven appeared before our eyes. There were no clouds around it, and it was closed and tightly closed.

The miko was very obedient, but the god just said there was no need to rush and did not refuse directly.

Then, according to her own conclusion, she worked hard to do things that made the gods comfortable physically and mentally.

She is serious about conquering the gods.

His brain shut down in heaven for a moment, and his voice was low and dry: "Qian, you are playing with fire."

The witch found that she was still not rejected, so she thought for a moment, lifted the hem of her skirt a little more, and exposed her lower abdomen. As her spiritual power circulated, a faint light appeared. She said shyly: "Brother, here is a gift prepared for you~"

Then, she showed the sachet that stored the spiritual liquid. Although she was shy, she still said timidly: "Hey, if you are hungry, there is spiritual liquid here. Do you want to drink it?"

At this moment, the miko seemed to have transformed into a succubus from hell.

Her gentle voice reached my ears, like the bewitching voice of a succubus, charming and sultry.

In the brain, the string called reason was broken.

The miko was pushed down on the bed with a hint of joy.

She hugged her beloved and whispered: "I'm right here~ I won't run away~ Please enjoy it slowly~"

The moonlight tonight is clear, white and elegant.

In the closed hut, the miko groaned and shed some tears while blushing.

It was tears of joy.

Kiss away.

In the great joy, she felt that her body and mind were walking in the clouds, and she gave everything she had.

The miko's gentle words kept ringing in my ears.

"Kiss me~"

"Boom?~"

"Brother~ I love you?~"

"Like you?~Like you?~Like you?~Like you?~Like you?~Like you?~"