26 Lesson 26
Humans and others don’t change that easily. The nature of birth and the environment of childhood form a personality as an individual, which is rooted in the roots of life. It won’t be easy to overturn it.
I’m a good example. I haven’t changed anything. Well, I’m not going to change.
I have always been. Pure, clear and pitiful, and a girl with a pure eye wants to catch a thorough glimpse of the dark, distorted light in her eyes, even as she disguises herself as calm.
Makoto Ogasawara, Sage Ri Rikanaka.
Stubborn willingness to fight adversity against fragile scum. A fool who, despite his overwhelming weakness, cannot even wave up his fists against those who drop himself in.
What are you going to do? Why don’t you ask for help? If you are weak, you should beg for forgiveness as if you were weak, and drool your head (like this) trying to get into the strong.
And yet I can’t allow that leisurely stained attitude of realizing who they are, whether they’re beaten, kicked or cursed, no matter how miserable they are.
There are foolish things like realizing if the fist that beat you is not wounded.
That’s why I want to poke those women’s hearts out.
Makoto Ogasawara seems to have hidden it well, but not in foster care. By the time I realized it, the fig had already begun, but the fig was expanding rapidly.
Poor. It only exposes the appearance of powerlessness.
If foster care is weak, then foster mothers are weak too. He hung a part and seemed to spare himself working while he slept, but he seemed to be subjected to shady harassment.
Beautiful appearance. Then he who has the tenderness to notice others. Men are fascinated, women are secluded, jealous, alienated.
Mothers in foster care, whether unmarried or married, often seemed to be told by men at their part-time destinations. But I never shook my head vertically.
The mother in foster care didn’t use her eyes on a man or try to sell her charm to her late husband.
If I had opened my crotch to the man I was telling, I would have been able to secure my place. I don’t give a shit about putting up manipulation on the dead. No matter how much you honor the dead, you will not protect them.
I went to do some research part time ahead, but from my eyes it seemed like the mother in foster care treated everyone equally.
But the men became frustrated and harassed by their mothers in foster care who didn’t turn around. There she joined the women who had secluded her mother inside, and a shady fig began.
I thought it was something that existed only in the children’s society, such as figs, but adults and children didn’t seem to change much. In short, they all say they’re kids.
Funny, really funny. My mother and daughter are in the same situation. That was irresistibly unusual and unspeakably funny.
But neither foster nor his mother ever made a weak sound, but on the contrary even showed a bare gesture of noticing the other.
Stupid, too stupid. I really don’t care about that attitude full of hypocrisy. I really don’t care about that leeway as if I pity those who denigrate me.
It’s lukewarm, in order to break the heart of that mother and daughter, it doesn’t make such a lukewarm move.
Without polluting my own hands, I was going to sit still and enjoy the scene of a stubborn fig, immersed in joy.
But no more can we leave it to the fools who can only blame such lukewarmness.
This is who I am. This is what I have to do.
Just around that time. The mother in foster care fell.
At the time, I had no financial or power like my father. If I asked my father through my brother, I wouldn’t care about foster mothers and daughters. But that doesn’t make any sense. Mother and daughter of foster care will be thoroughly crushed only by this power of mine. Don’t you ever get up again.
It was the mother in foster care who first targeted her. If you want to corrupt your daughter to the bottom of Nara, you can destroy her only understanding person thoroughly. That way, foster care will be isolated in the true sense.
When my mother was in the hospital, I tried to find information about the hospital officials. But by chance, I picked up a roster of hospital officials in the hospital hallway. The roster contained details of personal information that would not normally be considered. And with pictures.
I thought it was monkeys, such as hospital security, that dropped information that had to be tightly managed in the hallway.
He analyzed the information all night and came up with a way to thoroughly destroy his foster mother.
So much so that I trembled that it was such a guessy ruse.
The best way to break a woman is to use a man. The humiliation scattered by a man who doesn’t even like it will be immeasurable.
So I glanced at the man who serves as a doctor in the general hospital where his foster mother is hospitalized.
According to the information on the roster I picked up, the doctor seems unmarried. No, instead of being unmarried, he never even seemed to socialize with a woman.
The doctor, who is good to people and treats everyone gently, seemed to clash with his boss every now and then to protect his patients and colleagues. I didn’t seem to be able to emerge because of it, and I thought I would be having depressed days then.
If I stir him up, maybe I can manipulate him. That’s what I thought, I just moved out.
There is no such thing as manipulating a man’s mind. It moves easily just to make you get it wrong a little bit. Moreover, the mother in foster care is the beauty beauty owner inside.
Yes, you just have to let the mother in foster care for the doctor. A good woman is favoring herself. Besides, the other person is a widow with a child. Just right for the players. You’ll think so. All the more so if you’re a man who doesn’t even have experience with women.
But how do we get inside the hospital? Once or twice, you won’t have a problem, but if you wander around too much, you’ll be suspicious. My brother was admitted to the hospital because he was doing well there.
She learned to have mild dizziness, so she took care of herself and was admitted to the hospital for examination. Moreover, she was conveniently admitted to a hospital where her mother was hospitalized inside.
I thought it was too much of a test admission just because I was dizzy, but my brother, unlike me, was drowned out by my father.
But even if I wandered around the hospital, it made a big deal of sense that I was coming to see my brother.
The period is three days. Within that deadline it was necessary to become close to hospital officials and after that to create an environment where wandering around the hospital would not be suspicious.
I apparently have a favourite look from a woman. I used it and got into the nurse.
Where he played a simple, shy boy, he accomplished his purpose on the first day instead of the third.
I ate a little shoulder watermark because I carried too much, but I never got over it. So I just decided on the operation.
The content is simple. You can spread the rumors. A mother in hospital is favoring Hira’s doctor for 10,000 years.
You were right to get into the nurse. Because women are rumor-loving creatures.
Ten Thousand Years of Hillah’s Yab Doctor who can’t even be born. If he was handcaged by such a depressed man, his mother in foster care would be easily broken.
To get Dr. Yab to get his hands on it, he needs to tell him how helpless his mother is in foster care. To make you think it’s okay to be this woman.
In short, it’s a threat material.
Mothers in foster care who have lost their earnings as a result of hospitalization are in a state of urgency. If I poke there, I might offer you a body. So based on the circumstances in which his foster mother was placed, he used a nurse to spread rumors.
A little roundabout hand, but if you push too hard, you’ll be suspicious the other way around. Rumors are fine. Only trivial rumors drive people crazy.
And my strategy went better than I expected. In addition to my rumors, my personality turned out to be a success.
Yab who has no experience with women. A fool to fuck his recently deceased husband. They were never supposed to meet, but I heard rumors that Yab was aware of his mother in foster care.
Then my work will no longer be done. All you have to do is wait for Yab to run wild on his own.
Therefore, he decided to withdraw his hand from the mother in foster care and implement a measure to corrupt the inner part of his destiny to the bottom of Naruto.
While he was putting it on his foster mother, the fig against foster care was escalating.
Even though I was poor, I was in foster care. That’s what the mother was in the hospital for, and it seemed like she was mentally cornered.
I thought letting it go would break my heart on its own, but given the effort it took to break my mother in foster care, I regretted it asexually.
We have to collect just the consideration for what we move. It won’t come true either after you’ve broken your heart.
I was in a hurry, and I went into immediate action.
Initially, there were a few girls in the same class in the nursery, but even the lack of a back shield in the poor nursery involved the whole class, spread over the school year, and eventually the students in the other grades joined the nursery.
I’m not pissed off if I jerk off in foster care. I don’t have angry parents. Apparently the idea increased the fig.
Besides, Rikanaka herself didn’t complain about wanting me to stop being a jerk, she just had patience.
The teachers also grasped the fights against foster care, but no one tried to move.
There’s no such thing as power in the end.
A mother in the inside who works part-time and has no particular voice. Plus, I’m sick and in the hospital. On the other hand, there were also a large number of students who were part of the fig whose parents had great speaking power.
Which shoulder will make it easier. I guess the answer was out without even thinking about it.
It was a wonderful environment, but the limits of foster care were close. A state where you don’t know when your heart will break. If it breaks, it will be impossible to collect consideration for my efforts.
In doing so, a group of more than a dozen male students overheard information that they were attacking foster homes and trying to enslave them sexually.
It’s a livestock business inside. It’s supposed to be a delightful place to watch a broken girl, but I’m the one who’s in trouble with broken foster care.
But the opponent is forming an inmate. I possessed a lot of fighting power, too, but it’s impossible to challenge the fight from the front. The other party was more cohesive, and it was a commonly referred to collection of defects. In my possession, the pawns are not very, but they cannot be fattened.
It’s not my hobby to collide from the front in the first place. But it takes a while to work out a plan. We didn’t have time for that.
Then we’ll have to challenge the fight from the front. But if we move a lot, it matters.
In the end, I decided to stand alone. It was more convenient for the measures I put in place.
Two weeks after I started monitoring a group of boys students trying to attack foster care. The day came.
More than a dozen male students surrounded the foster care they were leaving alone, instantly tying up their hands and feet, sealing their mouths and abducting them.
Headed for an empty house close to the abduction scene. A group of boys learned of the proximity of the drop-out course in foster care and its vacant home, and prepared it in advance. Regardless, I was watching the boys, so I knew I was going to use the vacant house. I mean, I was ready, too, just like the boys were preparing for everything.
The boys, who know nothing, will board themselves into the nest where I will wait.
The boys with the restrained foster care break into the empty interior from the broken back entrance and head straight up the stairs to the bedroom.
I could see that juice, sweets, etc. were prepared in the bedroom and were meant to be enjoyed for a long time.
As I watched from the attic, I had decided when to get out.
I’m basically not the type to come forward. Mastering people’s hearts and rolling them over their palms, they enjoy themselves without getting their hands dirty. That’s my style.
The measures I put in place this time are very unlike mine. You have to endure severe pain. If you do poorly, you get hurt badly. But other than that, I couldn’t think of a way to plunder the foster care from the side.
I don’t like pain. I knew it was time to leave him in foster care and watch him get scattered from the attic.
My eyes peered downstairs from the attic.
When I looked into the eyes inside, a tremendous emotion, which could also be called passion, ran through me.
Inside he gets bit by a monkey monkey, his hands and feet are held down by the boys students, and his clothes are stripped off. Still, Rikanaka didn’t even show tears, she stood still.
It didn’t give up, it looked like we were fighting desperately.
My whole body of blood boiled. I got so hot that I even thought my head might explode.
I don’t care. I can see you’re still not succumbing to a scumbag with eyes like a dead fish. I don’t care about those eyes. He’s not the kind of guy who breaks his heart with this degree of humiliation. I don’t care how much you disgrace yourself, it’s not like he’s desperate to that extent.
When I realized I was jumping downstairs from the attic.
The monkeys can only behave crudely, such as humiliation. Such vulgar morons who can only subjugate women.
You can’t leave it to those idiots. I will beat you to the bottom of Naruto in Rikanaka. I’ll teach him thoroughly until he’s skinless to the kind of slut who makes him paint on his lust and begs himself to give him pleasure.
Yes, transform her into a woman who can be described as a meat potty.
“I’m the guy, call me, you idiots”
To that word of mine that suddenly came down and sprung, the boys students who were trying to humiliate the foster school were taken aback and then jumped in anger.
I don’t really remember how much time they slapped me.
A group lynch that can persevere. I don’t care, but it was really my ruse.
Collective psychology increases human violence. I’m not the only one. It’s not my fault. Someone will take responsibility, so you can do whatever you want.
But when it regains its calm, it turns into fear at once.
Too much. Who takes responsibility? I don’t know. It’s not my fault.
It’s really a simple ruse. I just stuffed the vinyl with a single stick of wood and water dissolved with red paint.
After getting some lynching and being realistic, I tore that vinyl.
Red liquid to be scattered. A stick of wood stuck in my belly. The boys who saw me moaning and stuffing and suffering instantly turned pale, the first voice of which was the rubbing of sin.
Crap. They’re really crap. In the end, no one was prepared to be alone.
None of them had a clear vision of what would happen if they abused foster care.
I’d say he’s a kid, but adults won’t change much. Humans and others end up vulnerable to immediate pleasure.
The boys, surprised by the massive bleeding, were calling each other away from me. Seeing that gap, I flipped the corn and my body, and I lay down depressed and inhaled the red liquid accumulated on the floor and contained it in my mouth. And as he continued his painful and boring act, he rolled down on his back, exuded the paint contained in his mouth. It comes with an extra spasm to peel off the white eye and bounce.
The massive amount of bleeding that I’ve never seen, and the fact that I’m dying, must have stirred up fear.
One escaped, and it began to escape in chains, one after another, becoming an avalanche.
I can push all of that responsibility if I stay until the end. It kills people. Then let’s get out of here.
A well-placed serial killer might have been able to afford to stab me in the face and hide the body, but he’s a moron thinking about humiliating a bunch of people. It is ultimately natural to be driven by the thought of fleeing.
I was in a hurry while I checked on the side.
A phone left behind by a boy student who fled in a hurry. That’s what was rolling on the floor. But that was not the problem, and the foster care that was held up in the bed was getting out of the bed because there was no one to hold it back and going to that cell phone to crawl.
Probably going to call an ambulance. When they call me that stuff, it makes a scene. Even in the noise, I would not be particularly blamed for preventing rape on the surface. But when the noise grows and the adults’ consciousness is directed inside, it becomes difficult to teach foster care. Then we’re in trouble.
We have to stop fostering. But there are still boys who have lost their hips. When they move here, they know I’m acting, and they can call back the boys who escaped.
Get the hell out of here. There’s a hipster. While he cursed inside, he sprayed the red paint left in his mouth towards the boy student.
The surprised boy student touched the sprayed red paint with his hand, saw it rattled and trembled, retreated with his buttocks attached, and ran away screaming stubbornly.
Finally we were alone in foster care, and I got up and I kicked the phone that was rolling on the floor. And this is what I said as I glanced at the crawling foster care.
“I’ll pay for your lunch. So you be my meat potty.”
The foster child, who was looking up at me with his eyes open, nodded cocklessly without so much trouble.
The people who were trying to humiliate the foster care have been in the way for a long time. After that one stuffing with me, my relationship broke down and I lost my cohesion.
The rubbing and escape of the sins that caused me so much injury. We must have lost faith in each other’s people. That didn’t change when they found out my major injury was an act.
The power of the individual is fragile. It’s troublesome because it’s a group. But if you go back to the pieces, it’s not enough to take them. You can carefully crush each and every one of them.
Yes, I would have forgiven him to that extent. But the crime of lynching me in a group is immeasurable.
And the favor I’ve received is triple payback, but the grievances I’ve received are nine times payback.
To that end, I was blind to the boys and tried to expand the power of my group. I waited until I grew into the biggest force in elementary school.
The expansion of the forces could be achieved without so much difficulty. Because the defective group has lost its cohesion, those who were part of the defective group and those who were selling the melancholy have crept into my group.
You’re the one who tells me to get wrapped up in the long stuff.
This is what I said when I solicited more unaffiliated students and was convinced that my forces had swelled to the maximum.
“Ignore thoroughly the students on this roster. When pairing in gym classes, isolate them without ever putting them together. But don’t put your hands on it. Don’t even curse. This is not a joke. I just don’t have the same hobbies as the students on that roster.
When I gave the instructions, all the students who had heard my instructions nodded uniformly. It’s a really insidious and wonderful measure for me.
Physical figs such as beating and kicking would certainly be painful. Well, there’s contact with people. That’s why I decided to take away that contact.
Endless indifference. Complete disregard by an overwhelming majority. That would create unthinkable mental distress.
You made me lynch. Still lukewarm, but I didn’t want to lose time teaching foster school, so I decided to forgive him to that extent.
The people who were trying to humiliate the foster care sometimes said it was bad and no one was hostile, but I guess it was annoying inside. So there was not a single one who would let his mouth down on my ploy.
And when I said foster care, I was still faceless, silent, and irresistible. I followed every order without complaining.
The other students called him “Mr. Reichung”, although he was in the middle of it. The reason is simple. It’s because you’ve always been with me.
“Rikanaka is Castle Island’s precious girlfriend, so be absolutely rude”
It’s the end of the line to stand up to the absurd rumors that Well, the rumor was convenient for me too. Because I’m more free to move when rumors of a lover strike me as a meat potty through foster care.
Tutoring in foster care went well, but even the rest of it was irresistible. If you’re going to become irresistible as you teach, I can tell you the story, but I don’t know what transformed you when you were irresistible from the beginning.
The only thing that didn’t peak inside was how easily it started to peak, only about as much change.
When I went to middle school and a year had passed, my foster mother remarried to Dr. Yab. Perhaps after being scattered and humiliated and threatened, even forced into marriage.
To tell the truth, I completely forgot about the measures I put in place for my mother in foster care.
In front of foster care, he seems to be hiding his nature because he says his father-in-law is “clumsy, but very good.” Not at all, without knowing what his own mother is doing behind it.
But that can be said of mothers in foster care. The mother in foster care, threatened by a Yab doctor and forced to marry her, would have become a crying Yab doctor toy for her daughter. You wouldn’t even think about that cute little girl being tutored to be a meat potty.
Who doesn’t know is a Buddha? When I go to my parents’ house in foster care, my mother, who knows nothing, behaves like a fantastic cook against me and welcomes me with great welcome.
It was hilarious.
Walk towards high school remembering the old days. Next door to my left is inside a smile. It’s like we’re back in elementary school, but the only difference is a smile.
I didn’t even get laid in foster care back then.
Humans and others don’t change that easily. Two years seems to have changed foster care, but the roots will not have changed.
Yes, submissive and irresistible. That’s the essence of foster care.
It’s a photograph, a negative legacy that carved out my black history. We have to take away the storage medium that saved it.
It’s strangely strong, but if it’s in my hands, there’s no creation. All you have to do is wake him up to the essence of sleeping at the bottom.
“Hey, Mr. Castle Island, where are you headed?
Jalali and the chain of handcuffs ringing and the foster care with his hands behind his back, he bends forward and peeks into my face from the bottom. I really don’t care about that fun laughing face, or the sparkling colored eyes.
“It’s the high school I go to. I forgot something. I really need to pick it up by the end of the day.”
“Huh, that’s right”
He explained to me in a pale face, laughing slightly inside. That included smile irritates my heart.
“What? If you have something to say, say it.”
“Hmm? I mean, I was like, there’s like a tutorial room, like before, and I was wondering if you were trying to bring me in there, block the escape route, and take the USB that saved the image, or not?
I answered softly, but I was not the one to show the upset.
But what can I say? Are you saying that the degree of foster care has read my thoughts?
“Nah. I just wish it were. I like being adored by Mr. Castle Island where there are people, immersed in superiority, but it’s been a long time, so he said it would be nice if we were alone. Eh, either way, it’s an exclusive greed round, right? Reflect.”
The foster caregiver, smiling as he was lit scratching his head, stood in front of me as he advanced forward of me and lowered his head with a peppery look in his moist eyes.
“I think I’m feeling better than I think I am…. I’ve always missed you.”
That’s what I said and raised my face. My face in foster care was wretched. Large tears overflow from the colored eyes, passing through the cheeks.
His mouth became a letter to and he was shaking as he bit his lower lip.
Come on, I was supposed to teach you and make you weep, snot and covet, but it would be frustrating to get a face like that from within doing nothing. What will you do with my gushing willingness to teach?
“Everyone was crying a lot when Mr. Castle Island was gone. I was sad that the patron saint was gone. But I shouldn’t cry. Because I’m the only one who inherited Mr. Castle Island’s will. That’s why I’m not trying…”
Inside dripping tears and runny noses, as shame also cast aside the outer ears, he nevertheless continued to whimper with a desperate laugh.
“But it doesn’t work like Mr. Castle Island. Mr. Castle Island always fought a stronger opponent than himself. I can use my cowardly hands because I’m a villain, or something like that, and I challenge a lot of people to fight passively, and even if I’m worn out, I end up winning. Say thank you, but I did it for my desires, or something. Mr. Castle Island is too strong. I’m not as strong as Mr. Castle Island…”
Without even wiping his tears, he drowned his nose, making his first weak noise in foster care.
In the four years leading up to the beginning of his ordination and discarding as a junior six, a foster child who never resisted and did not make weak noises tried to expose him to how many dementia he had, said a crisp and weak sound.
Well, it’s not bad. I’m still in the middle of nowadays. A weak sound represents a swing in the mind. Foster care, which was irresistible and submissive, could in a sense be said to be the bearer of tough spiritual strength. Its mind is always calm and settled. No matter what, he was not upset and had the power to see exactly what was going on around him.
The whole place made weak noises, so nothing more than to say that the steady mind was constantly shaking.
If you’re in there right now, you can’t stand my blame, you might skew your face and beg for forgiveness. I couldn’t wait to see that.
“I’m the patron saint? Hang on, crap. Either that or I’m an evil god. My philosophy of action is directly linked to my desires.”
I figured out how to blame him for being in foster care, while answering yes inside with a face that didn’t eat anything.
When I heard my words, I squeezed my hands together and shook out a pull.
“Uh, this, this doesn’t feel honest. I knew Mr. Castle Island would have to be like this!
And the momentum jumped towards me. And I used my little eye body in a glass, and I held it to me with all my might.
I’m on my way to high school and the road is narrow because of the residential neighborhood, but the street is quite there. Yet embracing each other in the middle of the daylight grand road is just a lack of shame in foster care, not caring about people’s eyes.
I don’t mind that, but the cuffs fitted in my wrist are shitty.
The fact is that Inner Chung put cuffs in me and Inner Chung is holding me, but I wouldn’t think so from the eyes of a third party. Anyway, everyone grew up to be a beautiful girl looking back. Handcuffs embedded in the wrist inside it.
They think I’m working a molestation all over the place. If that happens, the worst will be reported to the police.
“… in foster care, people are watching. Just get away.”
I whispered in a whisper inside holding him.
Passing passers-by all turn red and see us flicker. If we don’t get off this scene soon, they could really report us.
“What do you say because there are people? Even if they tell me to get naked now, I can totally afford Mr. Castle Island’s orders!
Because of this, I whispered in my ear so that I could not hear my surroundings, but I returned that out loud during foster care. Besides, orders and naked, the keywords are very muddled. Doesn’t it look like I’m ordering you to do that inside?
I’d be satisfied if they actually ordered me to get caught, but I’m sorry I didn’t order anything.
“Oh, calm down, inside. Okay, so calm down first. I own a warehouse in high school. That’s the same place I used to use to tutor you in the tutorial room. Equipment is unparalleled and plentiful. So I was going to thoroughly scowl at you, cry and beg for forgiveness. You want to go there? If you want to go, go away.”
I want to be alone in a place like the conditioning room I used to use. That’s what Rikanaka said earlier. Then I thought it would calm him down if I told him about the warehouse.
“Really? So, if you don’t cry and beg forgiveness, you mean you’ll be much cuter?
He was holding onto me with all his might. The arm weakened and raised the face I was burying in my chest. Nakanaka, who dyed her cheeks peachy, stares at me in the upper eye with her lukewarm, moist eyes.
“Naturally. I’m gonna keep trying till you admit you lost.”
When I heard my words, I smiled with joy and buried my face in my chest again. And rubbed that face against my jacket, wiping my tears and snot.
Son of a bitch, I don’t think it’s anything dirty, but I don’t feel any fear for me. He’s really changed.
In foster care away from me, when I take my hand, I pull a ghoul.
“Let’s go quick. Hey, come on, come on.”
And he prompts me with a sweet voice.
The objective of bringing foster care into the warehouse and detaining it seems to be accomplished smoothly indeed. But I feel something is subtly uneven.
I walked out toward high school remembering a glimmer of anxiety that I could take inside and into the warehouse like this.
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