Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

The thin moonlight reflected on the water under the bridge, and Kitahara buried herself in her soft embrace, slowly giving up the idea of struggling.

Miwako’s figure is really amazing.

Obviously, it usually doesn’t look very conspicuous.

“That… Miwako, can you let go first? ”

After enjoying the sultry fragrance for a while, Kitahara couldn’t help but call her softly.

If he went on like this, he felt like he was about to suffocate.

“………”

However, after waiting for a while, Miwako Sato did not make any sound, and even the small hand that had been stroking his head just now stopped moving and gently put it on his shoulder.

Hearing the sound of gentle breathing in his ears, Kitahara suddenly had a bad premonition.

“Miwako?”

Kitahara slowly raised his head and looked at Miwako Sato who was pillowing on his shoulder with some doubt.

She didn’t know when she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her rosy cherry lips opened slightly to make an even breathing sound.

He could even feel the heat coming out of Miwako’s lips, with a light smell of wine on his cheeks.

23 asleep?

Seeing her current appearance, Kitahara was slightly stunned, and then subconsciously hugged the other party’s soft waist with his hand.

“Senior Sato, you really pick a time to sleep…”

Kitahara looked at the woman who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and sighed helplessly.

Originally, he thought about going to a hotel with Miwako for a while, but now that she is in a state, even if she goes, she can’t do what she wants to do.

I won’t take you for a drink next time.

Kitahara reached out and rubbed her little head, then looked around.

Then it is not convenient to go to the hotel now, and it is not very convenient to drink and drive by yourself …

Wait, I’m like a horse charm!

Thinking of this, Kitahara’s eyes lit up, and then he reached out and took out the horse charm from his spare pocket.

This thing is really useful.

Looking at the horse charm in his hand, Kitahara subconsciously looked at Miwako Sato in his arms.

“Hmm…”

As if feeling a little cold, Miwako Sato rubbed gently in his arms, like a kitten looking for warmth.

“Let’s go home first.”

Seeing her cute appearance, Kitahara casually threw the horse charm into the pocket of the fourth dimension, and then a princess hugged her.

That kind of thing always leaves a good memory, anyway, it is just a matter of early days.

…………

Yonehana Town.

2-chome Hachibandi.

As the Porsche slowly parked in the private garage, Kitahara also picked up Miwako Sato from the co-pilot’s seat.

“I’m back.”

Pushing the door into the entrance, Kitahara walked in directly without changing his shoes.

“Welcome back, I was just on TV – huh?”

Doraa poked his head out of the living room, but when he saw Kitahara holding the woman, his happy voice suddenly stopped.

“This… Who is this? It asked a little hesitantly.

“Miwako Sato, my senior in the Metropolitan Police Department.”

Kitahara explained softly, and then carried her to his second-floor bedroom.

“Remember to turn off the door and lights on the first floor when you sleep, and I won’t come down.”

“…… I know. ”

Looking at the figure of Beiyuan Yun who had already stepped up the stairs, Doraa nodded with a complicated expression.

It was also the first time he had seen Kitahara bring a woman home, and he brought it with him the seniors of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor.

“I didn’t expect Sato-senpai to be quite heavy.”

Kitahara placed Miwako Sato on his soft bed, and then moved his somewhat sore shoulders.

He moved over a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, his left hand propped up his chin, and his brown eyes looked at Miwako, who was still asleep.

She wore the same as when she usually went to work today, with a light blue blazer, black round neck and a light blue hip skirt, which completely highlighted her beautiful figure.

“Miwako who is asleep is really cute, but-”

The tip of Kitahara’s nose twitched slightly, sniffing the vague smell of alcohol on the other party’s clothes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

“Sure enough, it’s better to change into pajamas first…”

The next day, early in the morning.

The mild sunlight shone through the light mist and gently spilled into the bedroom.

“…… I drank too much yesterday. ”

Miwako Sato half-opened her eyes, remembering what happened after coming out of the bar yesterday night, and couldn’t help but whisper softly.

But…… Where is this? (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

She turned her head sideways to look at the strange bedroom around her, supported the bed with one hand and half sat up, and the memories in her mind gradually cleared up.

She remembers that after walking out of the bar, she threw herself into Kitahara’s arms like a coquettish girlfriend, and then held his head and said something inexplicable…

“It’s over—”

Thinking of this, Miwako Sato slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks suddenly became blushing again, and she couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands.

Why did I say such shameful things at that time!

After calming her annoyance, Miwako Sato took a deep breath and sat up from the edge of the bed, putting on the slippers that had been placed on the floor.

“…… This won’t be Kitahara’s home, will it? ”

After observing the bedroom environment a little, Miwako Sato couldn’t help but muttered to herself.

But she remembered that she and Kitahara had drunk, and that 543 bar was quite far from the second chome…

Thinking so, Miwako Sato pushed open the bedroom door and looked into the corridor outside the door with purple eyes.

To the left of the hallway is a staircase, while on the right is the path to the other rooms.

Miwako Sato observed it carefully, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

As soon as she walked down the stairs, she saw Kitahara coming out of the kitchen, and the two looked at each other.

“Good morning, Miwako.”

Kitahara looked at Miwako Sato who was walking down the stairs, and said hello with a chuckle.

“Early… Good morning, Kitahara. ”

Miwako Sato blinked, and nodded a little nervously after coming to her senses.

“Let’s go wash your face first, breakfast will be ready soon.”

Kitahara walked over and rubbed her little head, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

“Well, I… I know. ”

Feeling the touch on her head, Miwako Sato’s body couldn’t help but stiffen.

……

“Whew-”

With the sound of cool water, Miwako Sato also picked up the new towel she had prepared and wiped her wet face clean.

Why did I say something like that last night… Really!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Miwako Sato patted her reddened cheek with her hand.

However, the next moment, her gaze was suddenly stunned.

Wait, what about my own clothes?.