Umeibo no Byouin de Kanojo to Hanashita Ikutsu ka no koto

At night, Ao (yes) left the house quietly.

Mimori and Susuke are sleeping upstairs. I didn't intend to let them know what I was going to do now. I don't know why I'm going to do this myself.

ramp and head for the river. The usual water sounds thicker. He felt welcome.

Take off your clothes on the shore.

The blood of the demon wreck was wiped with a towel. Dirty clothes were worn. Still, my body gets soaked and I feel like it stinks.

I got naked and went into the river. My nail tip hurts properly in the cold. The flow seems stronger than during the day.

He went all the way into the river. The flow washes my knees. She crouched and soaked up to her shoulder. It's freezing cold. My body was trembling so clearly that I could clearly see it in the water that struck my skin.

I can't stand it, but I think its cold cleanses my body. I think the harshness of the flow will correct my mind.

Fear and regret were creeping into his heart.

At that time, if Mimori hadn't prevented the enemy from raying on the wall, he would have died. I was excited and didn't feel it on the spot, but later it got scary. I was reminded once again that I was taking my life.

And I felt remorse for losing myself in the killing. He was enjoying himself when he blew out the body of the demon wreck, which had already stopped moving. There was no anger or vengeance there to have. Isn't this like that demon wreck that spreads death on this town?

He prayed to the river trying to push himself - please give yourself an unwavering heart, an unwavering body.

When I looked at the height of the river, I could see far upstream through the bottom of darkness.

The water sounds are close and my ears become blocked. There was a mixed sound to the constant sound. He turned to the bank of the river.

Those who came down the slopes were turned into shadows in the darkness. Slip your legs off, you're about to get a buttcake.

"Youngmiya...?

He stood up and crouched again, remembering that he was naked.

Miori stood on the water. Only my face looks white floating in the dark because I'm wearing a black windbreaker up and down.

The Ether poked his hand at the bottom of the river and stopped towards the shore. He's like a frog.

"What's up?"

"When Uehara entered the river, she saw it through the window."

I laugh so hard. "Why are you naked? Training?"

Her voice was clearly heard in the spiral.

"Well, like that."

"Aren't you cold?

"Nothing."

That said, when the wind crosses the river, my wet skin feels cold and shivering.

When I was alone, I felt like I was going to do something noble (like this), not what she called "training". So he also withstood the cold of the water, but when he was exchanging words with her, he was drawn back to reality and suddenly felt cold.

Mimori crouches, hands on the water.

"Ah, cold"

"I'm not."

And the roots of his teeth were cut off, and the sky was gone.

Miori took a white towel out of her pocket. Beard and expose to water. He's about to be taken to the stream, and reaches out in advance. The pale flashed his back as well.

She squeezed the towel, pressed it against her face and left it there for a while.

"Oh, it feels good. 'Cause I haven't had a bath in forever."

That's how I rub my face.

The appearance seemed crying in the sky.

"Can I wipe your body for a second?

Miori went. The sky was overwhelmed by the flow and out of balance.

"Here?

"You can't see it in the dark, can you?

She took off her windbreaker jacket. The jersey I was wearing downstairs was a school-designated, ethereal one too. A white short-sleeved t-shirt appeared when the zip was grated.

Everything was visible in the sky. Both the white t-shirt and the white skin were vividly reflected in his eyes, even in the darkness, accustomed to the town of the faded light.

Miori took off his T-shirt and removed his bra, exposing his chest to night air (yaki). The breasts appeared to have increased the number of songs with nothing to cover. The darkness appears to suck on the top (please) of the high and exuberant part.

Once again she dipped the towel in the river and rubbed her neck. Drops of water convey skin. The pale breasts would fall straight into the belly, but in the case of the miori, they crept down the slopes of the breasts, and flowed like waterfalls from the end. It falls on the windbreaker's knee and can be balled to play.

The breast, which looked soft, can't be shaped by holding it down from the top and rubbing it. Wipe the shady area beneath it and hold it up and bounce. Try to draw a circle. She cleanses the circle.

The shoulders and arms looked thin because of the teasing there. She raises her arm and puts a towel on her armpit (wax). She lay her eyes down as she opened the smooth indentation to the pale.

The Ether sees everything. Rivers sweep through hardened genitals.

"Will you wipe my back?

She turns her back. The ponytail points to the pale. Your back is flat and thins toward your hips. The fineness gave the windbreaker a hunch of butt swelling in the dark because of the black.

The Ether stood, deliberately kicking the water rampantly and walking the river.

Get a towel that she puts over her shoulder. The towel was warm to her skin. Immersed in the river, it stains the cold that the pale feels on his skin right now.

I squeezed tightly against her back and rubbed her with both hands. You're too powerful, or she's about to fall at the front. Ether grabbed her shoulder with his left hand. Her shoulders are warm because her hands are cold in the river water.

Is rubbing with one hand still strong, her head shakes? The heaven eased his strength. The feeling over the towel was boney. The shoulders you are grabbing with your left hand are also thin and stiff with meat.

Thinking there's something soft on that other side makes him uncomfortable. If you let your fingers slip and dive under your armpits, you'll be able to touch that rounded, perhaps still slightly swollen swelling with droplets. His body got hot. I think I'm getting hot air from my wet skin. Instead of what he wanted, he put his fingers on her shoulders.

"The Power of Uehara -"

Mimori said in a low voice. "I think that spear fits Uehara. Seki-kun's too, but I don't know what you mean."

I didn't know what a spear looked like.

"I can't fight like Uehara. I can't believe I stuck with my enemies like that. I'm glad I have the power to protect people. It suits me better."

"Oh, yeah"

Ether continues to wipe her back. My breathing began to swallow. When she breathes, do the towel down. When exhaling, go up. My own breathing gets in tune with hers, too. I think those who wipe and those who are wiped are making the same one move.

Mimori looks up to heaven. My hair stroked my pale hand.

"Maybe it's all my wish that caught on. That I became the last person in that town, that I got the power to protect people, and..."

"And what?

When the sky swept, Mimomori swung and chewed.

"Well, a lot."

She stood up and put on her bra. Wear a T-shirt, put sleeves on jersey and weave windbreakers. That realistic procedure highlighted the unreality of the sights seen on this occasion until just now.

"Towel."

Mimori hands out. The Ether handed the towel.

She grinned.

"At this distance, you look just fine."

"Huh? Ah..."

The sky hid the front once again. I try to fly out of my hand, so I hold it down a long time.

"Never mind. When you're a nurse, you'll see it again and again."

Mimori climbs up the slope laughing.

The pale sank his body into the river. The water stroking my skin made me imagine the softness of Mimuri's chest. Darkness reflects the remnants of white skin. My body flames for her.

He poked his fingernails at the bottom of the river and penetrated the sand deep. The river was not frightened, but received his body and strength.