Because I was excluded out of the class transfer, I decided make a classmate harem

Three ugly nights when the plants sleep - a quiet night when such a word fits. I don't know the exact time, but from where the maid's room lights in the building across from the women's room are more than half turned off, it will certainly be a very late time.

Such a quiet time. With a thin cloud, lit by a blurry moonlight, the orchid relentlessly rolled its tongue through the cracks of sound crawling like a dog in front of her.

From the part of the girl that spreads to the tip of the nose, there is a sweet and dry smell. Breathing deeply and deeply by pressing your nose, the intense fragrance irritates the back of your nose and causes your nose to bleed.

After the smell of iron dripping from his nose was erased with a faint healing magic, the orchid released its mouth from the sound of the vagina.

The glossy thread of light pulls from the wet crack, connecting the orchid lips with the lips under the sound.

After tangling it with his fingertips, the orchid stroked the body of the sound and protruded his hips.

"... uhhhhh? What is this... It's completely different from before."

The echo that climaxed at the time of the foreplay, passed the second stage and reached the third stage. The body that was originally developed by itself and the hand of an old man becomes even more sensitive, and the sensation is altered without instinctively seeking the orchid body.

Lack of emotional expression - even the sound of a meat stick pushed deep into your throat, penetrating your inexcusable eyes, is like this.

Suspicion that you might have even used some dangerous medicine, of course, a slutty expression with a pleasant and charming tongue hanging over your body just stroking and spasmoding.

The sounding body that was getting pleasure by turning the sight of many males from the beginning. I'm sure that instinctive reproductive desire is slightly higher than that of ordinary high school girls.

All this lust is now pouring towards orchids.

I want to be pregnant by orchids. I want you to pour deep semen filled with orchid genes into your vagina, and then pour plenty into your hot, aching womb.

Such emotions envelop the instinct of sound.

I want orchid genes that no one else can match. An enchanting cloudiness that feels the mystery of life, packed with lots of information that makes up the spirit and body of orchids. I want you to fill it up and pour it into your belly.

"Nh, nhhh! Kiri, Kirishima's erect Pexsu is ripping deep inside my stomach, uhhhhh!

The sound of your tongue hanging down and burying your face in a sheet, poking your ass towards an orchid. It twitches and convulses your whole body in conjunction with anterior and posterior exercises in a state where your cheeks and jaws are jammed.

Together with the pleasure of sex, a feeling of immense fulfilment - happiness that I have never felt before - comes to me.

Your instincts scream, scream, and seek out the body of your loved one. It is connected to the body of the orchid - it is not colorful or blooming just now. Only for reverberation, not for anyone else - just to confirm the love of reverberations and orchids, the beloved waves his hips and struggles to pour semen into the sounding pussy.

Everything about orchids is just a reverberation - a reverberation.

Now I can fully understand why the colors I saw in the bathroom looked so pleasant.

It's not just physical pleasure. Connect the loved ones from the heart and the important parts of each other - the spiritual fulfilment due to the connection between the mind and the body.

I want to stay connected forever.

The orchid's hands stroke the body of the sound.

There was a place to come out, but the wasted meat was dropped by swimming, so it was a splendid sounding body. As if you were sure of it, you could stroke it.

Even your own flesh is touched by a confident part, and the sound unexpectedly loosens your mouth.

Orchids like the flesh of sound. You're probably getting sexually excited about touching, stroking, and caressing.

Some people just want physical relationships - they don't like being seen by the body alone. Sounds don't feel disgusted by what boys see in their sexual eyes. Rather, it is a type of excitement to see one's body with sexual eyes.

Moreover, if the opponent is also a dear classmate, Kirishima Orchid, the excitement that springs up in the echo's chest will be incredible.

"Hia-ahh, ahh. Kirihima, Kirihima! Love it, love it, love it! I love Kirishima's incredible Pexsu and the dangerous way she looks when she wears glasses. I love it all!

Drain saliva from the pleasure's half-opened mouth and lick the sheet with your long draped tongue.

The usual cool faceless expression was completely broken, and its face was perturbed by lewdness - it was reflected by a cute high school girl who showed honest expression against instincts.

"Kyo-, I love Kyo-san too."

"Hahn!

You can't see the orchid's expression from the sound of crawling on the bed.

But the sound was enough. Until I met an orchid, it sounded like I'd been with a man over and over again. This is because there has never been a confession that was so irritating, even if it was spinned casually in the atmosphere of the act.

As soon as the word of the orchid struck his ear, the sweet temptation bounced in the sound.

A sweet sensation runs through your body, making your body twitch and convulse. Along with the confession, the sound of climax. The sound makes your face melt unexpectedly.

It seems that the orchid's patience reached its limit at the same time as the echo reached its climax.

Your cumming vagina is pouring hot, intense semen into it. The sensation that your beloved classmate's genes are being sent into your body makes you feel the sounds filling your mind.

The sound wrapped in a warm feeling, both emotionally and spiritually, weakens your pussy by sucking on it.

"... the inside of my stomach is so full. I'm a little happyy right now."

Whenever you let out a sweet voice, the sound collapses into a dry bed.

The thick cloudy liquid was thickly overflowing from the chicken pussy.

◇ ◇ ◇

The glare of the sunset burns your eyelids, lifting the remnants of your spirit from the world of dark and quiet dreams.

Tears float over the laziness that covers your body and leaves you in bed. It's early to get up.

Because the sheets and bare skin were wet and sweaty, the orchid tried to stretch and roll over - but somehow, the force was not applied to the limbs and it adhered to the spot.

No, it's not that I can't help it. Something - someone has applied force from the outside and seems to be wrapped up in it.

If you get caught up in a sudden rush of being tied up, your sleepy eyes will patch open.

From the dark world to the bright real-world, the vision blurred.

Eventually, the vision is finally established, and you can see and understand with this eye what was tied to the body of the orchid - what sealed the limbs of the orchid.

"... oh"

Beyond her gaze, a swimming woman with short black hair - the sound of a kiwi - was breathing comfortably.

A classmate who feels relieved and sleeps with a drooling saliva. Soon after waking up, they'll see a defenseless sleeping face, and they'll be thrilled for a moment. Remembering what happened last night, the orchid exhaled with a tired face.

Did you sleep like that again?

Unable to withstand the temptation of the sweet echo with a colorful voice, she played her body down last night until the echo was satisfactory.

The last person on the boulder didn't have any strength, so he just caressed his whole body with his fingers and tongue. The echo was still heartily delighted, and she climaxed many times with her tongue dripping happily.

Such a sound was now entangled in the orchid's body like an octopus, sleeping tightly.

Rotating his long arm to his back, he wraps his slender legs around his hips and hugs the orchid.

And because they fell asleep while they were having sex, they weren't wearing anything with each other - so-called soaplands.

They hugged each other as they were born, wrapped in lewd smelly sheets and duvets. Your penis, stiffened by your morning menstrual phenomenon, was pushed against the crack of the sound that hit you many times last night, and you're drooling with cowpers.

I don't intend to chew on the boulder from the morning, but if it wakes up like this, it won't work either.

From Monday morning until after school on Friday, she was a girl student who boldly tied her legs on a desk wearing a bread skirt that looked round. It's not strange to wake up with an ecstasy.

"... I did too much last night on the boulder."

Last night, I fell in love with the sound of the semen that I had accumulated in my enhanced recovery.

Even an orchid does not intend to have sexual intercourse through it.

He wraps up his fighting spirit and releases himself from the echo curse with his momentary strength.

I thought it might be a little pathetic to go out silently, but it would hurt my heart to wake you up so early in the morning, so I decided to let you go silently.

It would be best if I left it in writing, but I can't put it out in strange places.

I don't think so, but if one of Orchid's classmates is able to do handwriting appraisals, it is possible that the presence of a female root will be revealed from the appraisal connection.

Try not to leave anything extra.

Wearing a butler's clothes and a wig - the orchid left the sounding room after stroking his head.

Remembering the slight dizziness of sleeplessness due to lack of sleep and lethargy due to intense sex, the orchid was walking to his room to pass along the wall.

The light hurts. It feels like sunlight coming through the window directly through the pupil and scratching the back of your head.

If possible, I'd like to dive into bed and get some sleep today.

"... after all, I wonder if it was a failure to degenerate the bitch daughter into three stages."

The same goes for Sakuya, not just for the sounds. Even though Aya, who has already been corrupted to three levels and has been having sex many times, has a stronger sexual desire than other girls. She has her own skill, Infinite Magic (Over-Energy), which allows her to recover depleted parts other than fatigue and drowsiness.

It may be a bit harsh to target a girl student who sounds like she just spits out.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Anyway, Sound is an experienced Slat girl. I have a technique that no other girl student has, and a velouté with lots of long tongues feels so good.

It might have been good to think of a time when you were afraid of falling into two stages and running away from such wonderful deeds.

I mean, it's just that the orchid's own persistence needs to be improved a little bit.

As she walked down the hallway fighting drowsiness, she saw a cute girl in a familiar uniform coming out of a corner.

The Lord of the Faces, Cat Mountain Mizuki and his gaze were staggered, and they smiled at each other unexpectedly.

Aha, Ran-kun

"Good morning, Beauty Bell. What's going on here so early in the morning?"

When asked a simple question, Mizuki slightly dyed her cheeks and stuck her finger at the tip of the orchid's nose.

It's teasing and cute that I'm just stretching out a little.

Flower picking, Nyah

I see.

Did you sand it properly? I had a joke that I couldn't stop thinking about, but I don't feel that way right now, so I don't put it in my mouth.

After watching each other for a while, put your hands on Pong and Mizuki's head and stroke them well.

"--Ran-kun"

Hands on the tip of the bell - its sleeve is picked by the small hand of the bell.

The orchid stopped and looked back, as it was drawn to its hand, which tended to be picked reluctantly.

"What's wrong?

"There's a huge bear under my eyes. Looks like you're tired, so I'll give you an enhanced healing (skill)."

I accidentally wiped the area under my eyes with the back of my hand. In any case, it is a physical act, not a bear caused by fatigue.

Looking at such orchids, Mizuki leaned her neck with a troubled face.

"Did something happen?

Nh, just a little bit.

The tea was clouded with vague words in response to Mizuki's inquiry.

Even though it is the usual thing, I can't say to Mizuki, "Mizuki didn't make it to the end, so it's resolved with a sound."

It is as if this is what you are saying because of the beautiful bell.

He is the worst human being in the crowd with debris, but the skin on his face is not so thick.

The small, warm hand of the bell wraps the orchid's hand.

With a tingling and warm sensation, the feeling of fatigue and loss that was eroding your body is resolved within sight.

The lightened testicles become heavier and the heavier legs become lighter.

Without crushing the flesh, the tiredness and loss - the drowsiness disappears, and instead, the motivation and satisfaction rise.

Even the temperature of the bell that touches your hand is so resilient that your heart beats faster.

"Thank you. It's okay now."

The orchid, whose energy and energy had been fully restored, tried to get her hands off her hands in an attempt to stroke the head of the bell.

Somehow, Mizuki won't let go with orchid hands wrapped around her.

"... a beautiful bell?

"Ran-kun"

After finally releasing the orchid's hand, Mizuki slightly leaned over and looked at the orchid's face.

Before you can decipher the shaky expression, soft and soft things stick to the orchid's body. Beauty bells that spread out their arms and turned their arms around the orchid's back. Bury your face on the chest plate, and Mizuki grumbles the orchid.

Orchids cannot hide their agitation from abrupt acts. After physically realizing that the stick of meat loyal to desire reacted to contact with the bell and regained its vitality, the orchid also held the bell back.

The event of embracing a small girl student gives rise to a warm feeling that is different from lust and flesh.

After being healed by each other's body temperatures for a while, both bodies slowly move apart.

"This time, I'll do it until Ran-chan is satisfied"

Did the words have a profound meaning? Or are you simply apologizing for not having had enough sex last night?

Before confirming the doubt, Mizuki smiled like a flower and then ran down the corridor.

As he stares away, the orchid scratches his back and head with regret.

As far as appearance is concerned, Cat Yama Mizuki has a slightly youthful atmosphere, both manners and behavior.

From her behavior, she often responded with ignorant and innocent children from time to time.

Mizuki Katayama is still a genuine high school girl - a girl the same age as Orchid.

Until just before we broke up last night, if the giraffe and the other person who had been painted with desire were passing through the satisfaction, rather than showing a fatigued appearance, you can largely guess what happened.

The orchid finally noticed the discomfort when he looked back to his room after holding his shoulders against himself, who was high enough that he could deceive Mizuki.

"... it's terrible. It's too much skill and it's so hard."

Energy transfer through enhanced recovery, which would obviously have been oversupply.

Apparently, Mizuki was sending her skills little by little while hugging orchids.

The lovely smile of Beauty Bell that I showed you at the end of my eyelids comes back to life.

The image of a beautiful bell created in your brain cutely raises your tongue toward the orchid. It's too fraternal to call harassment, too distant to call jealousy - to put it bluntly, I think it's like a beautiful bell.

Seeing the strong self-asserting lower abdomen in the butler's uniform, the orchid exhaled as if it had no choice.

I can't let someone else handle it with this feeling. Anyway, I'm sure you won't be able to enter the room even if you chase Beauty Bell now.

Last Contact - The memory of embracing Mizuki brings the entire body to life.

And all that comes to mind is a flowery smile that Mizuki showed her when she broke up.

With all the ingredients, there's only one thing a healthy high school boy can do.

"It's been a long time, but I can handle it alone....."

I unexpectedly trembled at the virtual image of Mizuki appearing in my brain. Before the remnants of memory and warmth were scattered, the orchid rushed to his room.