The harem party doesn't deserve to read books, right?

"Finish?"

Makoto Amano was also laughing, but his face and tone were not half-smiling.

"What are you kidding? You provoked me first, and now you say it's over and it's over?"

Facing such a dishonest wife, the boy had no choice but to put on a villainous face.

Chapter 220 Seven Obstacles

"It's over, and I can only choose to end it... because you at the age of 17 and me at the age of thirty... are completely different in terms of age, identity, and the world you live in..."

Although the boy's tone and the look on his face were quite terrifying, the married lady still stabilized her wavering heart.

"Amano-kun, I know you are very angry, but self-willedness is not acceptable."

"Willful? Isn't it you, my wife, who are willful? It's such a time, and you still plan to treat me like a child?"

With arms wrapped around each other, Amano Makoto looked back and forth at the wife and wife in front of him with cold eyes.

Like a beast looking for where to bite.

"But, you, you are a child, compared to me..."

Sayuri Sawamura continued to pull the apron on her body, trying to cover the skin under her clothes.

The young man's gaze was too aggressive, causing her little heart to keep beating.

"If you had known that I was over 30 years old, you would have kept a distance from me from the very beginning, right? It is absolutely impossible for me to get your reply about your confession... After all, in the eyes of a high school student like you, I'm already Obasan, and I'm as old as your mother, okay?"

"But you still confess to me at the age of a 'child' despite knowing that you are the age of a mother? Madam explained so much, are you mocking yourself, or intending to show that you are actually a pervert inside?"

"me……"

Perverted or something...

The wife's heart was greatly shaken.

Saiduri Sawamura faltered for a long time before saying 'I'm not a pervert', but she couldn't say it.

really……

Confess to a little boy who is about the same age as her own daughter, if such a wife is not a pervert, how can she explain it?

"I'm sorry...I'm a shameless and perverted Obasan."

Saiduri lowered her head resignedly.

I no longer carefully cover up the exposed skin under the apron.

It's all abnormal anyway... being seen by him... it's nothing...

"No, Sister Sayuri is not a pervert."

Makoto Amano stood up from the sofa, and then walked in front of Miss Wife.

"It's just a consequence of human nature."

"Human, human nature?"

Seeing the boy suddenly refuted himself, and then walked to him from the sofa opposite...

Sayuri Sawamura was a little at a loss and wanted to retreat.

"Regardless of age, men will always like beautiful women, while women will always like handsome men. This is heredity and choice engraved in DNA. Sister Sayuri doesn't need to escape, and she doesn't need to blame herself..."

Makoto Amano raised his wife's chin with his fingers.

"Keep your head up, there's nothing wrong with liking a boy younger than you."

"Amano-san, please pay attention to your manners, I am an elder much older than you, so you are not allowed to use such frivolous actions!"

Sayuri Sawamura quickly shook off the boy's fingers, then stepped back a few steps indifferently.

"Are you afraid?"

Makoto Amano continued to move forward.

"Not long ago, you treated me like a child, but now you realize that I am a man?"

"no, do not want……"

Don't come near me anymore, don't come into my heart again!

The wife and wife who got up and retreated from the sofa didn't put on their slippers in a panic, and played a beautiful movement on the floor with a pair of bare white feet.

Until there is no way to retreat.

She had retreated to the door of her bedroom, and the false door had been knocked open.

Sayuri Sawamura looked back for a moment, and she could see her big soft bed, as well as the stockings that hadn't been packed this morning and a pile of messy fabrics that entered the room...

No, he can't see such a messy room!

Mrs. Sawamura stretched out her hand to block the boy's body.

But the young man in front of him was still pressing hard.

"Do you know what a man thinks when he is alone in a closed room with a woman, a beautiful woman?"

Squeak.

The door was completely squeezed open, but Makoto Amano did not stop there, but continued to push the wife in front of him and walked into the room until...

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"We are not separated by a few years, but more than ten years apart. There is a huge age gap of almost 20 years. When you graduate from university and are in your 20s, I will already be 40 years old. Do you know what 40 years old is? Not to mention when you are in your 30s, I will already..."

Almost 50 years old, it is the age that is about to enter the earth, but Makoto Amano is an upright man, so they get together, it is a very wrong thing anyway...

"Your family, your friends will think you are crazy to be with Obasan like me...so, please..."

"apron……"

"What, what?"

Because the young man suddenly said something irrelevant, the passionate lady wife suddenly stopped speaking.

"Aprons get in the way."

Makoto Amano found that the wife in front of him was lying like this, her whole body was covered by the obstructing apron.

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but……

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"Can you untie it?"

"Of course not!"

Sayuri Sawamura quickly withdrew her hands, and then firmly covered her apron with her hands.

"Didn't you listen to me just now? Please, Amano-san, don't sacrifice your youth for me... High school life is only once in a lifetime, you can't waste it for Obasan like me, you should take advantage of your student days Talk about a relationship that a student should have... By the way, didn't you say that you already have a girlfriend? You should go to your girlfriend, not me..."

girlfriend……

I don't know what kind of girl Amano-san's girlfriend is.

But to be recognized as a girlfriend by such a gentle boy as Amano-san, she must be a very good girl.

Sayuri Sawamura thought about it with some heartache.

Even if she knew she was not qualified to feel heartache.

"It's too late."

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"Sister Xiao Baihe should think about how to be responsible to me now, instead of mentioning such clichés and boring things."

Chapter 220 Bored, I want to see blood flow into rivers

"Responsible?"

The terrified wife began to shrink her body towards the head of the bed like a fish.

The apron that was in the way was left in place by her as the skin for the golden cicada to shed its shell.

"I, I know that Amano-san must have resentment for being cheated by me, but...it's not good to do this kind of thing because of a momentary fever...I will definitely regret it in the future."

"Does this sentence mean that the wife has already begun to regret it? The confession to me was just because of a momentary fever?"

Losing the apron on his body, he finally had a clear view of the wife in front of him.

The slender waist and plump buttocks draw a beautiful and sexy curve.

Although the chest covered by the white vest gives the impression of being slender, there is a subtle sense of temptation in contrast.

Plus those curled up legs together, squeezed under the thighs and buttocks, a pair of tender and conspicuous little feet...

No matter how you look at it, no matter how you think about it, the wife in front of her looks like a high school girl.

Even the reactions are similar.

"I……"

Although it was a bit of a hotheaded confession, I regret it...

Sayuri doesn't want to regret it, but the boy's transgression must be stopped.

"That's right, I was just in the mood for a while, and I regretted it after I confessed. In fact, thinking about it now, it's impossible for me to have feelings for a boy who is more than ten years younger than me..."

The wife's wife began to speak stingingly, she wanted to use her indifference to make the boy in front of her who forced her into bed back down.

"Besides, the occasion of the confession is placed in a photo machine or something. This kind of place is completely unattractive. I must just think it's fun to confess suddenly there, right? You may be right, I actually have a little feeling for you None, just to see your reaction for fun, so I pretended to be a high school girl to play with you."

"No feeling at all?"

Makoto Amano grabbed Miss Wife's ankle with one hand, and with a light pull, they became overlapping again.

"You can escape from me once, but you can't escape the second time."

"You, you don't want to be like this... Amano-san, you are not the kind of rough boy who would force women, so..."

The wife who put on an indifferent face made a quick effort, facing the boy's breath and the burning eyes in her heart, she desperately wanted to escape.

So he continued to slide and slipped to the head of the bed.

And the lavender sheets on the bed were also wrinkled by her, looking quite messy.

"You don't know me well, how do you know I can't?"

Although the wife's body slipped away again, her feet were still held by the boy's hand.

The ice is cold, slippery and tender, Makoto Amano doesn't want to let go.

"No, I know you because you saved me and..."

Although you are much younger than me, you are also the person I like.

Indeed, we have only known each other for about a week, and there are still many things we don't know about each other's cognition...

But Sayuri can be sure of...

"Amano-san is definitely not a scumbag who takes pleasure in bullying women. The real Amano-san must be quite gentle and kind, and will never force any girl."

"Gentle, kind?"

Makoto Amano felt that he was smiling more and more like a villain.

"Don't be kidding, you just kept putting a filter on me just because you happened to be saved by me. The real me is..."

This time, the young man didn't pull the wife's feet again, but directly leaned forward, and surrounded the wife who was hiding at the head of the bed on the pillow at the head of the bed.

"Although Mrs. Sawamura may not be a pervert, but I am an out-and-out pervert."

The teenager used his hands and body to confine the huddled wife to an extremely narrow area.

"I have many girlfriends, and all the girls I have a crush on have not escaped my clutches, especially a woman like you who provokes me..."

"Amano-san..."