70 Lesson 70
“Ha, ha, ha.”
Early morning when the sun doesn’t even dawn. A rough exhale echoes in a quiet residential neighborhood.
“Ha, ha, ha.”
Almost there. Almost there.
I’m not very good at exercising. I’m short on strength and arm strength. But naturally. I’m a good planner.
“Ha, ha, ha.”
No matter how much breath you inhale, your lungs are screaming when you don’t have enough oxygen. If you step out, your trembling knee is going to break again.
The pain ran on Zukin and Abalone, his face unwittingly distorted.
A gentle slope that stretches. It’s usually a casual way to walk, but today it’s like something else. I’m really dying to get in there and see if you’re going to kill me.
“Mr. Castle Island, can I help you?
Inside walking next door, he asked looking at me with his jitsu eyes.
You want me to help? What a fool. I didn’t expect to feel sorry for me when I was in foster care.
“Ha, ha, ha, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
He stared at the foster care and threw up. I mean, don’t make me talk. Just talking drains your health.
“Ha, really, it’s the kind of girl I’d do anything for once, Mr. Castle Island.”
For Christ’s sake, I shook my neck to the side and shrugged my shoulders. In foster care, he laughed at me when he leaked his sigh.
What do you mean? What did I just say? You think I’m the type of woman you want me to be?
“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! Ha, ha, ha, ha.”
Shit. I screamed too hard for my head. The scream now gives me strength…
“Ku, fuck.”
Broken gakun and knee, distorted view. No, I can’t rebuild my posture.
So far?
“Oops.”
Soft feeling that wraps around your face all the time.
“Let’s take a break.”
Sounding inside voice. Apparently, Rikanaka circled to my front and took me with her chest when she was about to fall.
I don’t want to take care of him. I hate being able to reach out from women more than anything. Because if you let me tell you, women and so on are all meat potties. All you have to do is get your ass holes rubbed and aheaded.
“Ma, before I left the condo, I made the rule that I would never rest until school. That’s why I don’t rest.”
Me rules. That’s about the rules I’ve made. Because it’s my own rule, there’s nothing wrong with breaking it. But there’s no problem, so I’ll stick to the rules I’ve made.
“Oh, me rules. Mr. Castle Island, I’ve always liked you. Hey, me rules.”
As the foster child held my face with his chest, he groaned nostalgically, turning his hands to my head and squeezing.
It’s disrespectful to bind me to this. I want to poke him out, but I have a raw hatred and blocked hands. I don’t want to spend my time in foster care because I have to keep my strength warm.
“When you cross the crosswalk, you have to only step on the white line, or you can only walk on the shadows until you get home, or you have to take care of the stone once you start kicking it to the end? Mr. Castle Island made me rules, and I chased Mr. Castle Island like that. I really enjoyed it back then.”
The whining in foster care you hear. Certainly there were times like that.
It’s really crappy play, but play is fun because it’s pointless.
Yes, it’s fun because it’s pointless.
Make the pure and poor woman captive of pleasure and fall into the flesh potty. That, to me, is tantamount to the senselessness of kicking and playing at the stone on the side of the road.
To me, women exist to that extent.
“And no matter what happens, you never excite girls about violence, do you?
When I said that, I laughed and the blood vessels in my head were about to run out of bees.
Idiot, when did I set my rules like that? Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds?
“Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t remember setting my rules like that. I do have a rule that says I don’t excite women to violence, but that’s because it goes against my livestock path, such as corrupting women with violence. Fallen is only pleasure. Kuku, what a pitiful and miserable thing about a woman who is pleasantly swallowed and falls into her own meat potty”
“Yes, sir.”
I told you I taught you my cattle path because of it, but inside it leaks a sigh of sigh like a fright.
Son of a bitch, aren’t you feeling a little bit better lately? In the minutes of failures that can’t even be meat potty.
You’re going to need to retool your position once and for all.
“That’s right, hey, Mr. Castle Island. I’m trying so hard to carry you all the way over here. What’s that big package?
Changing the subject to Colo, Rikanaka stuck me in the huge luggage I was carrying.
Shit, I don’t know what to say. A substitute that has nothing to do with you.
“Are you kidding me, Makoto?
“No.”
I immediately truncated the language in foster care.
You have a true harp in your luggage, that’s a horror.
No, wait. True harp can be. I can’t deny sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and hiding in my luggage.
I finished checking the contents as of yesterday. Should I have checked again before leaving the room?
“Hey, why don’t you check the contents…”
“Huh? Why?
“Yes, no, no big reason…”
“Phew.”
Soooo inside away from me. I almost broke my knee in my luggage eating into my shoulders as soon as I could.
The guy in foster care, he was regulating my posture so that the weight of my luggage would hang on me?
I felt like my luggage had lightened since I was stopped in foster care, but it wasn’t your fault.
Yeah, something extra.
“Once you unload your stuff, right?
“Oh.”
A foster home immediately turned behind me, asking me to support my luggage.
That’s why I told you not to do anything extra.
“Ho ho, slow down”
“Chip.”
I crouched on the spot while tongue-in-cheek at the call in foster care. Little load was felt as the foster care supported the luggage.
Yeah, well, foster care is a failure. Since it functions less as a meat potty, is it natural to cover the shortage with chores?
In other words, foster care is a tool. Use tools. Then there’s nothing wrong with holding hands.
“You’re a tool. You don’t have to thank the tools.”
“It’s okay, Mr. Castle Island’s heart is sounding right.”
“Ah?”
“Look, just get your stuff off me.”
The voice of your heart? What are you talking about? He’s in foster care. I guess I didn’t get the Silly Virus of True Harp infected.
I don’t know, but I unloaded the package I was carrying anyway.
Oh, it’s light, it’s light. My body looks like cotton wool. Looks like you could jump about three meters now.
I got up and stretched my back, and I rubbed my shoulders and turned my neck.
“While you’re in foster care, unpack for a moment.”
“Huh? Me?
I can tell you inside crouching beside my luggage, inside pointing at myself and leaning my neck.
I just don’t like it when the true harp pops up the moment I unpack. I just don’t like it, I’m never scared.
“Isn’t that unusual? I can’t believe Mr. Castle Island left his stuff to others.”
That said, foster school laughed happily for some reason.
“Shut up. Just open it.”
Sure, I don’t like having someone else verify my possessions, but I don’t like the true harp popping up any more.
Foster Chung, it’s bad because you say weird things in the first place. Take responsibility and check the contents. And if True Harp pops up, you deal with it.
“Well, that’s sweet of you to say, I’ll check.”
When he did it and seemed happy, when he dyed his cheeks and raised his right hand, he began to unpack as he mumbled his nose.
“Hmm? What the hell?
After unwrapping the large bath, Reichi looks at the wood that appeared and tilts his neck.
Zhenqin apparently wasn’t in there.
“All right, then let’s go”
I stroked down my ho chest, and when I re-wrapped the bath, I tried to carry my stuff.
“Wait a minute. Tell me what you’re using it for.”
Inside pulling the luggage I tried to carry and getting in my way.
Shit, whatever. It’s a substitute that has nothing to do with you.
“Tell me.”
“Ugh.”
“Hey, hey, hey.”
“Ugh, you’re stuck.”
Even if I try to carry my luggage, I can’t because the foster care gets in the way.
Koitsu, don’t really get on with it.
“Hey Reichung, if you want to disturb me any more, I will punish you severely.”
“All right! Then I’ll do everything in my power to interrupt!
When I pulled my luggage with Guigui while I was in foster care with my voice up, he took it from me.
Come on, you bastard. Don’t spoil my punishment.
I must have forgotten because I had been away for a long time. How horrible my punishment is.
Fine. If you’re into it, I’ll give it to you. The pain of hell.
“So I’ll punish you, so I’m just going to the warehouse. Look, give me my stuff back.”
“Shit. Tell me what this is. Otherwise, I’ll give you your stuff back.”
The nursery, covered in luggage placed on the ground, is pointing her lips as she looks at me with her jit eyes.
Damn, what a look and attitude.
“Oh, you. I’m done. You really pissed me off. Three levels of punishment have gone up.”
“Three, maybe five.”
Come on, you bastard. He totally licks me.
You’re beautiful, that’s just me. I’m flustered, too.
It’s too late. It’s too late. No matter how much I beg forgiveness, I will never forgive you.
“In foster care, turn your ass over here. I’ll punish you now. No matter how much I beg forgiveness, I will never forgive you. Cry at best.”
When I stood up, I laughed invincibly and stepped out.
“Ho.”
While in foster care, covered in my luggage, he circled around on the spot and pointed his ass at me, shaking that ass pretentiously.
Heh heh, although I said I would punish you, I can only see a future in which Rikanaka would be happy no matter what punishment you inflict.
It’s a waste of time. Let’s not do this anymore.
“Enough. Because I get it. Because I’ll tell you what the package is. So return that package.”
“What? Let’s do what we say once. I had a rule that a man didn’t have two words, didn’t I?
That’s what I said, inside swinging my ass pretentiously like you provoke me.
I used to be different. He was faceless, silent, obedient, and he wasn’t the kind of guy who disobeyed my orders…
“Didn’t you want to know what was in your luggage?
“Huh? Um, well, I want to know what you want to know, but if I say one, do you want to be punished? Ha ha.”
No, you don’t. Don’t do that. Seriously, I’m annoyed.
It’s an assembled tub.
“To?”
“That’s the package. It’s a wooden, assembled tub.”
“A bathtub, you mean a bath?
“Oh.”
Inside leaning his neck, he nodded and answered.
Well, we’ll assemble it in a warehouse, so sooner or later it’ll be known inside.
“What do you do when you assemble a bath or something?
“You’ve made up your mind. Hot water blame. I blame Shizuka for hot water as part of my tutorial.”
“Huh? You mean I’ll give you a bath?
“No. Hot water blame.”
Raising a voice that contained “Phew” in my words, I walked toward me when I stood up. And when he stopped in front of me, he put his arms around me in front of my chest and looked up at me with his jito eyes.
“Hot water blame?
“Oh.”
“You blame Shizuka for forcing her to dip in hot water, right? You’re gonna blame me for being such a bastard, aren’t you?
“Well, like that”
“That’s all?”
“No.”
“Could it be bubble blaming? I’m gonna bubble my whole body, that’s a shitty blame, isn’t it?
“Sort of.”
“Like blaming you for stimulating your whole body with that and the shiny, stiff stuff? You’re gonna crap, aren’t you? That’s gonna get all worn out already, isn’t it? It’s a hard blame, isn’t it?
“Well, I might”
“What’s to blame for making your hair all bubbly?
If you feel like it.
“What about the hot air blame after the hot water blame is over? Do you even blame me so hard that your wet hair dries up?
“Maybe that too.”
“Phew.”
As she looked up at me with her eyes and asked me one question after the other, Rikanaka raised an inclusive voice when she heard my answer.
“He said it was made of wood, but the material could be cypress?
“Then what?”
To my answer, the jitsu eye in foster care became even more jitsu.
Oh, my God. What are those eyes? Don’t say anything you want to say. I don’t care what kind of discipline I give.
“What do you do with hot water?
“Rent a rear car and fill the polytank with hot water to carry”
“Wow, that’s heavy labor!
“I’m a man who spares no effort if it’s for discipline.”
“Right!
Jito, when I turned from my eyes and laughed two times, Rikanaka hugged me in the arm when I jumped.
“I was blamed for the hot water, too – hey!
And I said that in a sweet voice.
Shizuka alone would shut up about Makoto, but if he blamed Rikanaka for the water, he would surely want to blame Makoto for the water too.
I didn’t want to tell you because I knew this was going to happen.
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