The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

Teacher Jing didn't know how much she drank, and her consciousness was a little blurred. She got up suddenly, walked to Ping Chuanxiu's side and sat down, leaning on him.

Shizuka Hiratsuka moved her face closer, looked at Hirakawa Hideo with drunk eyes, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but Hirakawa Hideo couldn't hear anything.

too close……

Ping Chuanxiu felt that his face and Teacher Jing's face were almost stuck together, and he could even feel the warm breath from Teacher Jing spraying on his cheeks, itching.

And this pose is too foul...

From his angle, no matter looking down or looking up, you can enjoy the beautiful and moving scenery. Teacher Jing's breasts and buttocks are perfect, the size is just right, and the curves are also very beautiful.

"Xiu, I..."

Teacher Jing suddenly stretched out her head and whispered something in Ping Chuanxiu's ear.This made the cheeks of the two of them stick together, and the pink and delicate skin on Teacher Jing's face stuck to the skin on Hirakawa Hideo's face, and both of them could feel the warmth of each other's cheeks.

"What did you say?"

Teacher Jing's voice was too soft just now, Hirakawa Hideo couldn't hear clearly, so he had to ask again.

"I said, show, I @##￥%#@%..."

"Ding dong~! Ding dong~!"

Just as Hirakawa Hideo was listening carefully to Teacher Jing's words, the doorbell rang.

And the bell just covered Teacher Jing's voice, and Hirakawa Hideo couldn't hear anything useful.

"Who?!"

Ping Chuanxiu was a little irritable. He had a hunch that what Teacher Jing said just now should be very important, but he didn't hear clearly at all.

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The author says:

PS: In order to avoid misunderstandings for some readers, let me explain here that Teacher Jing will not be so careless in front of others even if she is drunk. It is only in front of the protagonist that she completely trusts and trusts the protagonist.

Chapter 6 Follow me home

At night, the lights of high-rise buildings and streets in the city light up one by one, and the neon lights look extraordinarily gorgeous and beautiful in the dark night.

Indoors, under the orange light, in front of the small table, Hirakawa Hideo looked at Teacher Jing who was lying on top of him at a loss.

A quick and short melody of music echoed in the room, it was the doorbell being rung.

"Teacher Jing, step aside, I'm going to open the door."

Teacher Jing's sensual body pressed tightly against Ping Chuanxiu's body, and he couldn't get up at all.

"Open the door...? What are you opening the door for?"

Hiratsuka Shizune squeezed into Hirakawa Hideo's arms, raised her head, opened her hazy drunken eyes, and said intermittently.

"Someone is ringing the doorbell, can't you hear it? Maybe someone has something important to ask for you?"

Ping Chuanxiu was a little helpless. Teacher Jing had drunk so much that her consciousness was blurred.

"I do not want!"

Sensing Hirakawa Hideo's thoughts of getting up, Hiratsuka said with a pout, and leaned closer, reaching out to hug Hirakawa Hideo, not letting him leave.

"Okay, get up, I'm just going to open the door."

Facing Teacher Jing who suddenly looked like a child, Hirakawa Hideo didn't know how to deal with it, so she patted Teacher Jing on the back and coaxed slowly and softly.

At this time, at the turn of autumn and summer, although the weather is not cool, it is not hot.

But when the two warm bodies were tightly pressed together, Hirakawa Hideo felt his body became hot, and a thin layer of sweat gradually secreted from his body.

"Ah...ha..."

Maybe it was because of being drunk, or maybe because the hug was too tight, Teacher Jing felt a little hot in her body, and there was a slight panting sound from her mouth from time to time.

"No, I don't want you to leave."

Teacher Jing suddenly opened her hands to hold Hirakawa Hideo's hand, and said like a little girl acting like a baby to her father.

"Don't... don't do this, teacher."

Ping Chuanxiu wanted to pull his hand out of her arms, but as soon as he tried hard, he could feel his hand rubbing against Teacher Jing's hill, so he had no choice but to give up this plan.

But even if he didn't move, Hideo Hirakawa could still feel the soft touch from his arm, which was very soft.

"Be good, teacher, I'll be right back, soon."

Ping Chuanxiu touched Teacher Jing's head with the other hand, coaxing in a soft voice.

"Well……"

Teacher Jing took the initiative to rub her head against Hirakawa Hideo's hand, and moaned comfortably.

Maybe these words played a role, Teacher Jing finally let go of her hand and spread it on the table.

Ping Chuanxiu breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to stand up and open the door, his eyes fell on Teacher Jing's shirt.

There are still a few buttons on the top of the shirt that have not been fastened, and you can vaguely see the black lace, a touch of white, and the delicate collarbone.

Ping Chuanxiu frowned, still didn't know who was outside the door, what if it was a man standing outside?

Teacher Jing's appearance must not be seen by other men.For some reason, Hirakawa Hideo had a strange possessive desire.

"Gollum."

Hirakawa Hideo swallowed, and stretched out her hand towards Teacher Jing's curvaceous body.

The closer he got to Teacher Jing's body, the more his hands trembled.

He obviously just wanted to button it up, but his eyes always focused on the black lace edge.

My mind was occupied by strange things, and I couldn't concentrate at all.

"call……"

Ping Chuanxiu wiped his sweat and took a deep breath.

It took so much energy to complete this small movement.

Calm down...it's just a button, no big deal.

Hirakawa Hideo patted her face, trying to wake up.

But the heart is still so messed up.

"Bang~! Bang~! Bang~!"

Perhaps it was because the room was too quiet, Hirakawa Hideo could clearly hear her own rapid and powerful heartbeat.

Stopping her hand ten centimeters away from Teacher Jing's chest, Hirakawa Hideo hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and stretched out.

Ping Chuanxiu grabbed the collar of Teacher Jing's shirt with trembling hands. At such a close distance, he could see the fine beads of sweat on Teacher Jing's neck.

After pulling up the collar, Hideo Hirakawa began to button it.

Teacher Jing's buttons are a little down, and the bottom one is in the middle of the chest.

Hirakawa Hideo blushed, and stretched out his hand gently. He was afraid of touching Teacher Jing's chest, so he grabbed the button and buckled it up, trying to solve it quickly.

But the more nervous you are, the easier it is to buckle badly. Hideo Hirakawa kicked back and forth several times, but without success.

In just these ten seconds, I don't know how many times I took advantage of Teacher Jing.

Even through hard underwear, you can feel the softness and elasticity inside.

"call……"

Finally buttoned, Hirakawa Hideo wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the first time he discovered that buttoning buttons was such a torture.

During this process, he almost couldn't hold down the gun several times. Fortunately, he was determined, otherwise he might have explained it here.

He helped Teacher Jing tidy up his clothes, checked it several times, and got up to open the door after confirming that there was no problem.

"A... Auntie, why are you here?!"

Ping Chuanxiu opened the door and almost died of fright, his palms were covered with sweat.

Outside the door, a woman in a kimono stood gracefully with a rather dignified appearance, her black hair was tied up on the back of her head, and her temperament was gentle and elegant.

With a well-proportioned figure and a calm breath, there are a pair of beautiful big eyes on a clear face, a narrow nose and a small mouth, and the whole person is as elegant as a tall bamboo and winter chrysanthemum.

She has a flat expression and deep eyes, making it difficult for people to see her thoughts clearly.

Xuemu appeared in front of Ping Chuanxiu without warning.

"It's so late and you haven't returned, I'll come and see what happened to you."

Mother Xue held a small bag in both hands, stood there gracefully, with a calm face, she replied flatly, her voice was melodious as always.

For some reason, seeing Xuemu like this, Hirakawa Hideo always felt guilty, like a child who has done something wrong and is afraid of being discovered by his parents.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Mother Xue said this, Ping Chuanxiu seemed to see some suspicion from her expression.

"Isn't it because I was too involved in the chat just now, and I didn't hear the bell ring?"

Of course Hirakawa Hideo was not telling the truth.

No matter from which point of view, if he replied that he was helping the exposed female teacher get dressed, he would undoubtedly be beaten to death.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot. Auntie, come in quickly, it will be bad if you catch a cold."

At this time, a gust of evening wind blew past, and Mother Xue couldn't help but shrank back. Xiucai Pingchuan reacted and asked her to enter the house quickly.

Mother Xue didn't have any expression on her face, she stepped in lightly, her steps were light and her figure was graceful.

As she walked into the house, she looked at the furnishings in the house, thoughtfully.

Chapter 7 Inside the house

"Tap, tap..."

The snow mother's clogs made a crisp sound when they stepped on the waxed wooden boards.

In the quiet room, the sound was more obvious and abrupt.

Is it an illusion?

Ping Chuanxiu felt that the atmosphere in the room became dignified, a little depressing, and he couldn't help holding his breath.

Dressed in a kimono, Snow Mother walked in front with light steps, graceful and graceful.

From the invisible perspective of Ping Chuanxiu, Xuemu narrowed her eyes, her eyes were a little sharp, in stark contrast to the soft lines on her face.

Not far from her, a tall and curvaceous woman in business attire was lying on a small table.

Viewed from this angle, the woman's curves are completely exposed, her waist is raised, her hips are raised, her legs are silky, and her femininity is fully bloomed.

Xuemu narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the woman with a childish face but a very sexy figure in front of her. Her intuition told her that if she didn't come here tonight, she might regret it too late.

After a while, Xuemu's eyes turned to a large pile of beer and the crushed beer cans on the table.

"Is this what you mean by doing important things?"

Uncharacteristically, Xuemu showed a domineering aura in front of Ping Chuanxiu. She turned around and raised her proud head, facing Ping Chuanxiu with her exquisite profile.

Those beautiful red phoenix eyes were extremely sharp, as if they were questioning Hirakawa Hideo.

Xuemu's tenderness towards Ping Chuanxiu in the past disappeared at this moment.

"A...Auntie, I didn't know things would turn out like this."

Ping Chuanxiu was a little frightened, he had never seen Mother Xue show such a look to him.

Even if he did too much before, Mother Xue would not say anything, and would only gently help him deal with the mess behind his back.

This time, he was so angry because he ran out to drink with the teacher.

Did I really go too far this time?

It shouldn't be, isn't it normal to have a meal with the teacher and chat with the teacher to get in touch with each other?

"I'm sorry, I promise I won't do this next time."

Ping Chuanxiu clasped his palms together and promised, his movements were done in one go without any muddling.

Anyway, let's apologize first, anyway, it's impossible for my aunt to be really angry with herself.