30 Lesson 30
“Huh, it was good water”
In addition to raising the hot air from the whole body, the inside came back from the bath.
He wraps a hand towel around his head and a bath towel around his body.
Chestnut hair spilled from the hand towel is wet in hot water to dye its pale chestnut color black, dropping potatoes and Shizuku.
And the skin, exposed at all costs from the bath towel, was slightly peachy.
Inside walking with Tokotoko in a good mood. He said that he had been toyed with by Makoto Ogasawara until earlier, but his gritty, shredded mental strength and strength recovered considerably after taking a bath.
“I’m kind of sorry, huh? Mr. Castle Island just took a light shower, didn’t he? And yet you let me enjoy my bath.”
As I kept my back on the wall and read the original Zombilion book, I point to the refrigerator with my gaze without answering a foster inquiry. So you noticed, Hirahira waved, during foster care, when you headed to the refrigerator, you opened the door and took out the mineral water pet bottle.
“Can I drink with my mouth on it?
“Whatever you want.”
When he answered the query in foster care, which looked at me to his superiors, he grinned and opened the lid of the pet bottle. And drink gokuri and water.
“Phew, uh, delicious. Cold water in the bath is the strongest.”
Zero water from the edge of my lips, inside looking at me sideways without even trying to wipe it. That colorful look and trick is obviously inviting me.
She was toyed from me in a high school warehouse, anal assault on the street on her way home, and when she came back, she was toyed from Makoto Ogasawara.
Still, the lust in foster care that invites me is bottomless.
Speaking of which, foster care has long lacked endurance, on the other hand, resilience was unusually high.
But unfortunately, my health hasn’t recovered yet. We will have to try to recover for a while now. That’s also why I was still observing the raging feast of Rikanaka and Makoto Ogasawara earlier.
I’m sorry, but I’m a normal person, unlike Makoto Rikanaka and Makoto Ogasawara.
“Makoto, were you happy to stay today?
“You haven’t heard. And I don’t remember giving you permission.”
“Mr. Castle Island doesn’t have to bother telling me to forgive you, Makoto.”
“You mean you’re licking me?
“I mean, I trust you.”
When I close the original Zombilion book, I place it on the floor and tongue it. Makoto Ogasawara, aren’t you superior? I’ll tell you what happens when you lick me.
After drinking the water from the pet bottle again, during the foster care, he came closer to me laughing at the couscous. And when he crouched next to me, he leaned against the wall with his back, just like me.
“Don’t stick around.”
“No, it’s the maiden heart that makes me want to stick around extra if she says no. Uri Uri.”
When I pushed him away with my elbow, he pushed his chest against my elbow, and he held me with his hands around my arm.
“I can’t, you know, that kid”
“Don’t change the subject and delude yourself. Just get away from me.”
“You’re saying no. If you really don’t like it, do you want to punish me? I’m just happy, though?
The foster child sitting on his knees peered into my face from the bottom as he held it in my arms.
Uplifting skin in the bath and a sweet, refreshing scent that tickles your nose. And only bath towels are hiding that self.
The valley of the chest, visible beneath the raised clavicle, is crushed by the fact that it is held to my elbow, silently conveying its softness.
And because you’re sitting on your knees, behind your thighs with nothing to hide. You won’t be wearing underwear or anything.
But because I was sitting next to him, the secret was hidden in a bath towel from my sight.
It would definitely be a wax. He’s inviting me to play the luster that I can’t see and see in foster care.
I’m in the middle of keeping my libido warm, but I can’t if I want to. But being invited to ride is an obstacle. If this happens, I’ll go through with it.
“I was crying, that girl. I went into the bathroom because of a mistake with me, and I heard a little cry coming from the bathroom. I know you believed me, but I guess you’re scared. I thought they’d take Mr. Castle Island.”
“To be taken? To whom? Who’s gonna take me?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Asshole, crap. Say your bedtime words after you sleep.”
Inside the two hands that are spinning on my arm, one hand apart and pointing at myself inside. I glanced at it with my eyes.
Stupid or not. Nothing that gets taken, I’m nobody’s thing in the first place. I’m mine. And yet, meat potty flair is so disrespectful that it claims my ownership.
Normally I would crawl all over foster care and twitch my anus, but now that I’m through, I won’t get my hands on it.
“That painting that was on the front door, Makoto-chan may have wanted to get praised by Mr. Castle Island because he could paint it well… but you’re unconsciously asking for help”
Turning off his smile and staring straight at me, during foster care, when he said so and sighed small, he grinned lightly.
“Who am I explaining to? If I knew, Mr. Castle Island would have spotted it.”
The foster child, laughing as if to mock himself somewhere, shrugged his shoulder with a peroli and tongue out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You, didn’t Ogasawara’s illness shift? If you moved, you’ll be punished. There’s no cure for idiots.”
“Yes, yes, the idiot moved. It’s not honest at all…”
I’m not as free or as drunk as I feel stupid. I saw the bathroom as chilling while gently flushing the blur in the foster care.
Rikanaka said she heard Makoto Ogasawara cry when she misplaced him in the bathroom with Makoto Ogasawara.
I’ve never cried before me, Makoto Ogasawara. Though that hasn’t exposed me to crying directly, they’ve heard me cry inside.
No, maybe he made it sound like a waza. so that the child attracts the mother’s attention.
I mean, Makoto Ogasawara is nothing more than saying that he’s faking himself in front of me. But in front of foster care, you may want to expose yourself and have a look at yourself without lies or lies.
Instead of meeting for the first time, why are you still trying to open your mind inside for about an hour after seeing me? The answer is simple. Both Makoto Ogasawara and Rikanaka are born meat potties. You must have instinctively sniffed off that slut’s nature.
I see, I can use this. To promote the meat potty of Makoto Ogasawara, we use foster care.
Rikanaka is obedient to me and hits Makoto Ogasawara’s brother. In other words, it can be a friend who is better off in foster care and can talk with the same eyes at the same time. Besides, Makoto Ogasawara seems to respect Rikanaka, so if we’re good, we might be able to manipulate Makoto Ogasawara freely through Rikanaka.
It would also be possible to minimize that discomfort by using foster care for obscene behavior that makes me uncomfortable by ordering men to do so.
“Ri Zhong”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to the convenience store for a moment. When Ogasawara gets out of the bath, keep him company.”
That’s what he said and stood up to me, and the inside laughing at me as I sat down.
“What the fuck is that asshole side?”
“Hmm? I thought the guy who could read the air in the field was hot.”
“What is it?”
“If Makoto got out of the bath, and so Mr. Castle Island was here, Makoto, you’d be forced to act bright again, wouldn’t you?
“Impossible? What are you talking about? He’s a root idiot. You’re just a bunch of idiots making stupid noises.”
Yummy snorted at my words. In foster care, he looked at me with a luscious flush that didn’t look familiar to that young face when he grinned.
“Makoto is so cute you can’t wait. I get a little jealous.”
And he whined about such a joke.
You think that idiot’s cute and can’t wait? I can’t wait to make a mistake. That’s why we need to get the meat potty ready as soon as possible.
“I can’t wait to see Ogasawara today. So we need to move on with the tutoring as soon as possible.”
“Makoto’s spirit is getting pretty unstable right now. I’m positive that I’ve had a loved one, but at the same time, I’m cowering because I’m afraid of losing it.”
“No, what are you talking about? You, what I’m trying to say–”
“We need to make sure that we don’t think about extras by giving them comfort, and yet rely on someone other than Mr. Castle Island to support our hearts. It has to be someone Mr. Castle Island trusts. Makoto needs a friend who can open her heart and reveal everything. That’s what I do.”
All my words are blocked, and I’m flattered.
No, he can’t. That’s enough, we’re not talking about it. Talking any more is a waste of time.
“On your own. I can’t hang out with idiots.”
“That’s right, foster, you’re right. It’s so perfect that you don’t even have to correct it. That’s why I’m going to the convenience store. Excuse me, Ogasawara. So now he needs a place to cry, right? Got it.”
He’s in foster care waving a hiccup with a couscous and a laugh.
He’s got a really irritating personality. I suppose that’s why you’re saying no.
“I really wanted Makoto to be cute until she got up from the bath…”
When I heard the whining and tongue-in-cheek inside, I looked away and left the room.
I didn’t think he was so stupid in foster care, but apparently his brain miso has rotted over the past two years.
They look great on you. Idiots behave like idiots, you idiots.
I left the apartment and headed to the convenience store, but now I regret it spectacularly.
“Senior Hiroshima! I’m super lucky to see Senior Castle Island during the holidays or something!
“Yes, yes! Super lucky! I was so happy I texted Lucky Kid!
“Oh, I texted Michiko too. Then I got a quick text back, and I’m going now, so keep Senior Castle Island pulled away.”
“Sachiko texted me that it’s going to take a while because she’s going to make up. It’s a waste of effort. But I like such a lucky girl.”
There are two girls standing in front of me and making a scene.
Shit, I can’t believe I’m eating a stall in here.
I’m going to be eating out, going to the shoe store, going to the clothes store, going to the station, all kinds of busy things.
Suddenly a voice was heard in the parking lot of the convenience store, and looking back, two girls rushed over. Machine gun talk that started with that.
Worst of all, I didn’t expect to run into our high school students. No, because the apartment I live in is close to high school, I have a good chance of running into our high school students. But the chances of being heard are not that high.
You call me a senior freshman? You look like a kid, too.
Juniors are troublesome. Guys and senior classmates in the same grade don’t have a good chance of calling me when they look at me. But juniors are slightly different.
Somehow, the momentum is amazing. Besides, we’ll be surrounded by sidekicks. It’s very troublesome, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go underneath.
Anyway, I’m a serious honor student. Honourable students who are trusted by their surroundings are often better able to do things in their favor when something goes wrong. I want to keep playing honors as much as I can for that.
“Yoko! It must be true that I supplemented Senior Castle Island – and there really was -! Yoko, I love you!
“Michiko! Come on, come on, come on! Senior Castle Island, I’m taking a bath! It smells so good!
“Let it sniff -!
Girl breaking through the darkness and dashing fiercely. Another one grew.
“Senior Hiroshima! Is the house near here?!?
The rendezvous third suddenly spoke familiarly. Besides, he’s barking his breath haha while dyeing his cheeks, so that, what, creeps me out.
The apartment is just around the corner, but if you find out where it is, it’s going to be a pain in the ass, so let’s lie. Though, I’ve submitted the apartment address to high school, so if I want to find out, I can find out, but Koitsu and the others look stupid, so it’s okay, I guess.
“Huh? Oh… no, it’s far away…”
“Senior Hiroshima! Do you come to this convenience store often?!?
The moment I answered the question, another idiot suddenly asked me a question.
I use this convenience store a lot, but you should keep it a secret too.
“Oh, no, I rarely come…”
“Rumor has it that Senior Castle Island is socializing with Senior Sugiura for three years, is that true!?
Answering the question, once again another idiot threw a question with no context.
Are you kidding me, guys? It makes me look like an asshole to be serious about answering.
And who’s Sugiura? I don’t know. He’s like that.
“Uh, no, I guess it’s just a rumor. Sugiura-san? Uh, no, I’ve probably never had a conversation…”
I mean, I don’t know Sugiura. But if Sugiura was quite famous, he might have unwanted waves if he answered appropriately. So you should answer without difficulty.
“Huh!? But Jojima is mine! I heard Senior Sugiura say that!? So, you mean Senior Sugiura is lying!?
“Huh? Oh, no, I don’t know. Sorry, I really don’t remember…”
You think you’re dating me? Who did? Who’s Sugiura? That’s why I don’t know.
Shit, you got this. My own rumors often go out of my ear. I have no information at all because of it.
I don’t know if I’m in trouble about me. What’s this strange development?
Three girls who have no reason to know about me like that don’t hesitate to ask me one question after another as they surround me. Besides, when one asks the question, the other two take a photo with Pasha Pasha on their phone, rotating it with Ayu’s breath.
Hey, come on. Don’t take your own shot. You’re being too rude. Don’t you guys have something moral?
“When it comes to cute girls in our high school, it’s Senior Tanaka’s choice for two years, right?”
Tanaka? Tanaka from your sister’s skin, addressed to Makoto Ogasawara? Sure, Tanaka has a reputation as a pretty girl, but you think she’s a cut off? Isn’t Makoto Ogasawara better up there if it’s just what he looks like?
“Yeah, yeah, I knew it was Senior Tanaka, right? Besides, I’m talking about taking great care of you. Senior Sugiura seems to be doing a reader model or something, but you’re no match for Senior Tanaka.”
I’m out again, Sugiura. Who is it, Soitz? I haven’t looked into him I’m not interested in. Are reader models doing fashion magazines or something? Then I guess she’s quite a pretty girl. I’m not interested.
“Sekima-kun will like me, but it’s not going to be sweet! Kyoko said that Senior Sugiura said”
Oh? Oh, come on, Sugiura, what are you talking about? You think I’m sweet? Don’t be ridiculous. And who’s Kyoko?
“But Senior Castle Island says he doesn’t know, and is that a lie?
You must be lying. In the first place, I have no intention of socializing with a woman. Can you do such a hassle? That’s why they make meat potty and process their libido with ease.
“For the purpose I saw it, I think Senior Sugiura would critically match Senior Castle Island, but he doesn’t have a personality.”
Wait, don’t let it catch you on its own. You can catch up with someone who doesn’t even know your face. Be mine.
“If you want to consider your personality, aren’t you Tanaka and Ogasawara? Senior Ogasawara isn’t very noticeable, but I think Senior Ogasawara is cuter than Senior Sugiura.”
Well, I don’t know Sugiura, but Makoto Ogasawara looks like a first-class product. I’m sure it’s better than the guy named Sugiura.
“Senior Tanaka is number one in the cute girls rankings, and Senior Sugiura is number three, right? Was Senior Ogasawara fourth?
I’ve heard rumors of cute women’s rankings or something like that, but is there really? Besides, you think Tanaka’s number one? Is he that cute? And Sugiura is third and Makoto Ogasawara is fourth? I’m not convinced that Makoto Ogasawara is fourth.
“Senior Ogasawara is inconspicuous. But I have a reputation for being so cute lately. And Senior Sugiura said there’s an organization ticket in there.”
“Uh, Senior Sugiura would do it.”
“Yeah, yeah, Senior Sugiura seems to do anything to get told she’s cute,”
Heh heh, I guess so. I’ve heard a lot of rumors lately that Makoto Ogasawara’s popularity has risen to climb eels. It was lower than Sugiura because it wasn’t noticeable. There is no way that about Sugiura can counter the serious Makoto Ogasawara.
And Sugiura, are you collecting votes in bribes? You’re a sad guy. But the act of making a ruse to gain popularity is better than zeroing stupidity without doing anything.
Sugiura, you’re doing pretty good. I’ve reviewed it.
“But Senior Ogasawara is one set with Senior Sasaki, right? Senior Sasaki seems to be very popular there, but I’m definitely a castle islander.”
Mm, Sasaki? Sasaki’s popularity there is pretty popular. It’s famous for its aesthetics, but also for its academic and athletic achievements.
You must be a minority to say you’re a castle islander.
“Oh, I’m also a castle islander”
You, too?
“Me too, Castle Islander.”
You too.
“Kyoko also said he was a castle islander.”
So who’s Kyoko?
“Lucky boy’s a crazy castle islander.”
Plus a lucky boy. Besides, is Yukiko crazy enough to be a castle islander? I don’t know who Sachiko is, but be careful. Let’s find out later.
Three people who completely ignore me and blossom into conversation. I poked that gap and tried to escape softly, but it seals my escape route with a perfect combination.
Uh, fuck off. Oh, my God. These little bitches. Who is it, you guys? I don’t know anything about you guys.
“Ah! With that said, you want to see the handsome men’s rankings this semester?
A handsome men’s ranking? Is there such a thing? Well, it feels like you’re on your own. I’m not interested in bastards, so it’s unnecessary information.
“I saw it, I saw it! Senior Castle Island’s name has finally disappeared! Instead Senior Sasaki, who was second for 10,000 years, was first!
… Hey, am I the first one? Not Sasaki? I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I think Sasaki is more manly and handsome.
Leaving that aside, I didn’t know I fell from first place the moment I found out I was first.
I’m not interested, but I’m shocked.
“I thought that would happen one day, but you were surfacing second in the cute women’s rankings, Senior Castle Island”
“And Senior Sugiura fell to third place”
… What did he just say? You think I’m in the girls’ rankings? Besides, I sprayed bribes, and I gathered votes to suppress Sugiura, second place? Sugiura, you’re a really sad guy. I sympathize.
“Senior Castle Island must be number one in the rankings for beautiful women. Senior Castle Island doesn’t feel cute.”
“Yeah, yeah!
“That’s right!
The three of you are having a conversation with Hisohiso while he sees me as a flicker. I couldn’t help but notice what it was about.
You guys, I’m always a cool guy, but I actually care about being seen like a woman. You’re gonna dents in plain sight. Do you understand that?
You guys, if you want to claim the Castle Islanders, pay more attention to me.
“I’m Tanaka x Jojima.”
“Has a beautiful girl with sister skin attacked and a beautiful Japanese-style boy received it? That’s good… yeah, that’s good”
“That’s adorable. Ugh, if I imagined it, my nose would bleed…”
Hey, you guys, is that a story about putting yourself in front of me? You’re Castle Islanders, aren’t you? So pay more attention to me.
And Tanaka is excused. I don’t like that kind of woman. There are no gaps in the way for a woman to open her own path even if she leaves it alone.
Even if there was a gap, that type of woman is boring.
That’s fine, I don’t mind ranking others on my own, but I don’t even care that I’m named for a woman’s rank.
If you’re going to do it anyway, make some serious but actually bad guy rankings or something. And I want to be at the top of that ranking.
“Ah! Can’t wait for next year’s school festival. Yikes!
“This year’s school festival was fun for outside students to mistake Senior Castle Island for a man dressed as a woman!
“They said it was last year too! After last year’s school festival, he confessed from the boys at another school, didn’t he? Senior Jojima!
Chip, don’t remind me of anything unpleasant. I don’t have any good memories of the festival in my life.
I’d like to leave school for the duration of the festival if possible, but I’ll probably be promoted to the executive committee of the festival. It’s like stopping me from escaping.
I was actually supposed to be forced to belong to a student council, but I refused because it was a hassle. In exchange, the executive commissioner of the Academic Festival was forced to participate.
Executive members of the annual festival and the Student Union, which runs until near graduation. If asked which restraint to choose, it would be the former without even having to think about it.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Senior Castle Island. No, no, no! Rahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Something approaching with fierce momentum as it screams like a beast that scratches the darkness and the atmosphere vibrates.
The girl on the bike? comes this way in a ghostly shape. And at an awesome speed that I don’t think is a bike.
It is no longer but fear.
“Lucky boy! Come here, come here! Come on, come on, come on!
“Ugh! Jojima Senpaaaaaaaa!
Did you get another one?
How far do they grow? Please, give me a break already.
In the end it was an hour and a half later that I was liberated.
The shooting session began in front of the convenience store, and each person was asked to smile and perform commemorative photography, even shaking hands and signing.
I can shake hands, but I have trouble getting asked for autographs, etc.
There were two more within doing so, three more people began to be unable to collect, and I bought juices and treats in convenience stores and fed them because I had no choice.
“From now on, you can easily speak to me. Oh, I’m sorry, speaking of which, I have business to attend to. It’s too late for you guys, so you better get home soon. Because it would be dangerous for a pretty girl to walk the night lane. See you at school!
Something like that, I misled and fled. And just in case, I went in the opposite direction of the apartment, and went away and went home.
If they fill out the apartment later, it’s going to be a lot of trouble.
Fucking kid bitches. You’re killing my precious time.
Ha, it’s not easy to play honors.
Arrive at the apartment in a sigh and check the watch.
The time is after 8 pm. It’s been a long time.
I thought eating out was tough in time, so I bought the ingredients at the supermarket. Pass that ingredient inside and you’ll do something about it.
But don’t let Makoto Ogasawara stand in the kitchen. I don’t know how good he is, but he won’t be too busy.
A shoe shop, a clothes store, and a station locker where the inside would be keeping luggage. You carry these over tomorrow.
Regarding Shizuka Ogasawara, if successful, we can obtain quite detailed information.
If Makoto Ogasawara depends on Makoto inside, it will also be easier for Makoto Ogasawara to infiltrate his home. That would make it easier to gather information at once.
To that end, we should act together today and tomorrow with Makoto Rikanaka and Ogasawara.
With that in mind, I went through the hall in the apartment and got into the elevator.
The elevator stops and the door opens. Oh, boy, have you finally arrived? You’re kind of unusually tired. That and this is all because of those fucking kid bitches. I just remember and I get a sigh of relief.
When I got off the elevator, I walked down the aisle and arrived in front of my room. And when I unlocked it, I went inside.
“That’s quiet…”
I can’t hear a single thing when I open the door. I thought Makoto Ogasawara was making a scene.
Only the orange bean bulb lights lit slightly through the dark room as I walked down the hallway and opened the door to my thrust.
“What? I didn’t know I was asleep.”
“Shh.”
When I squealed at no one, I heard a slight voice. Turning his gaze toward those who heard that voice, he looked in foster care sitting with his back on the wall. And Makoto Ogasawara lay down with his thighs in it as pillows.
Whoa, did you really sleep? No matter how late it is, it’s only after nine. You’re like a child.
In the meantime, when I headed to the kitchen, I sorted out the ingredients I bought in. Then we head to foster care.
Rikanaka, who was stroking Makoto Ogasawara’s head as he lay down, grinned when she looked at me.
“Welcome home. It was a long time ago.”
He asks me in a whisper, lowering his hips next to his foster home.
“I borrowed the sweatshirt on my own. I’m not exactly going to sleep in my uniform.”
That’s what I’m saying. In foster care picking the neck of the black sweatshirt I’m wearing. It’s my sweatshirt.
Lowering his gaze, Makoto Ogasawara seems to be wearing my sweatshirt in a different color than Minaka. That’s good, but Makoto Ogasawara chews his sweatshirt’s sleeve muggly as he rests comfortably.
It’s as if the dog is chewing his husband’s clothes sweetly. My sweatshirt is all over me.
While staring at Makoto Ogasawara with his jitsu eyes, he presses the sandwich he bought at the mouth of his foster home.
I was in the middle of a surprise, but when I opened my mouth I ate it.
“Ah-ha-ho. Hiya, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.”
Inside, with the sandwich cheeky, pronouncing an indescribable word about the corn.
“Swallow and then talk. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Saying so inside, when I opened the lid of the pet bottle of tea I had brought with the sandwich, I pressed it against the mouth of the foster family.
In a dim orange light, as illuminated and laughing happily during the foster care, lips on the tip of the pet bottle. Tilt the pet bottle and drank the tea.
“Pfft, yummy. It helps because I couldn’t move. That’s right, Mr. Castle Island, you’re as good as ever.”
I pressed the sandwich forcefully against the lips in the foster care talking to Hisohiso about that with a smile on my face. Inside hitting that sandwich.
Yeah, Makoto Ogasawara is asleep, it’s quiet and just fine. If you wake up, you’ll make a scene again. You’ll have to fill them with energy to keep them asleep in foster care.
I mean, my actions are inevitable, nothing else. Well, it’s like replenishing oil with a handy tool.
Alternating sandwiches and tea, making sure that the foster child snorted satisfactorily, he stood up and picked up the blanket and went back next to the foster child. And I hung the blanket on Rikanaka and Makoto Ogasawara.
I’ll be busy tomorrow. If you catch a cold and fall asleep, I’ll be the one in trouble.
“Eh heh, thanks…”
When I dyed my cheeks and stared at the nursery smiling with my jito eyes, I lowered my hips next to the inside of it.
“I was crying just now, Makoto. Mr. Castle Island is gone. But Makoto cried knowing that Mr. Castle Island was coming home. I’m sure he was looking for a reason to cry.”
Rikanaka, who has left her head on my shoulder sitting next to me, mutters so gently as she strokes Makoto Ogasawara’s head.
You were crying, then you were right to disperse. It’s just a hassle to be crying.
“You’re so cute. He’s very strong, delicate, and weak. I know Jojima cares about you.”
Moving back and hanging the blanket, Rikanaka gently touched my hand in the blanket. And I’m going to squeeze.
“Tomorrow, with Makoto, a lot of fun…”
Words in foster care that gradually become small and interrupted. When the words were completely interrupted, only two sleeping breaths only sounded small in the quiet room.
My hand in foster care, squeezing my hand, is squeezed so hard that I don’t say if it will ever let go of me as opposed to my little sleeping breath.
“Looking forward to tomorrow…… hey”
That’s our line. What kind of discipline shall I give him tomorrow? It is only natural to expose Rikanaka all over the city, but it will be the full exposure debut of Makoto Ogasawara.
Makoto Ogasawara would also be less alert if he was in foster care, and his heart strength of not being alone would be combined, which would make it possible to teach quite hard.
Whatever it is, it will be a pleasant holiday.
Tomorrow’s a pretty overcrowded schedule. It’s a little early, but what if I take a break to keep my health warm?
I closed my eyes quietly, too, listening to the two sleeping breaths.
A meat potty taught as a gateway to desire. It is submissive, accommodates all sexual preferences, and allows you to spit out as much desire as you like when you like. That is exactly what I would call a man’s ideal. It’s a big difference between the fucking kid bitches involved in the convenience store.
I’m never ashamed. I still just thought women were limited to meat potty.
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