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

That night was unusual and it was raining.

It's not like blowing in, it's a little rain that wets the ground for a while - mist rain.

Normally, the windows of a room with a dull moonlight were also painted with rain particles, and it was dark and cloudy tonight.

In a quiet bedroom, Kirishima Orchid had a brown-haired girl with poor essence - a woodwood color - so that the rain could be heard hitting the window.

The sounds of water droplets mixed with the sounds of rain and dark indoors are filled with a desirable breath and intense kissing.

All the lights are off, as if you don't need any extra information. Wrapped in sheets and wrapped around each other's limbs on the bed - the orchids were connected with colour so that they did not commit violent acts and literally lay on top of each other.

He did not shake his hips violently, did not play violently with his breasts, and looked at the colorful face that appeared in the darkness, whispering again and again.

The colourful fingertips stroke the orchid's back. In response to that caress, the orchid strokes the colourful cheeks and scratches the hair. His expression melted with a sweet smell of fluffy fragrance, hitting his slutty mouth.

"... pu, hah. The vagina of color is warm."

"Kirishima no Chi × Po is also incredibly hot, ehhhhh...."

They whisper each other's love at a distance where they can barely breathe or even saliva.

At first, it was dark and I couldn't see anything. Whether your eyes have gotten used to it or not, now only the loved one in front of you can clearly confirm it in the darkness.

For Akai, the ceiling - and for orchids, the floor - is a dark world completely invisible. Covered in thick clouds, the only moonlight that slightly plugs in creates a minimal vision for the two.

It only shows the person you love. You won't be distracted by the sound of rain hitting the window, or by the sound of the outside. Immerse yourself in such an unrealistic atmosphere that you are alone in the world, and confirm each other's existence through kissing and sex.

"Aya, let me cum too..."

"Nh, Kirishima, don't be shy. Kirishima's genes, I'll catch them and drink them up."

Arms are turned around the back and orchid planks are pressed against the colored chest. The orchid trembles and shivers as it feels the color of its body temperature.

With a deep kiss, you pour deep genes into the colored vagina. The walls of your vagina are entangled as if they were squeezing away, and the orchids are about to unwittingly release their mouths.

A colour that holds the head of such an orchid and firmly holds his body. A colorful womb that tangles its tongue and drains away its beloved child. From the middle of the daytime - like every day - you're supposed to be getting used to seeding in the bathroom. Is it special this evening? Akai's uterine mouth raised a loud cry of joy to the gene she was looking for, and she was sorely throbbing as never before.

"After all, this pose is awesome. I can see Kirishima's face all the time, and above all, I feel right next to Kirishima and I'm happy."

Wrapped in beds and sheets, the orchid's body is covered in colour with a lewd crotch opening. It's called a normal position. Regardless, it is quite unusual for these two to act in this position.

Usually, Aya sticks her butt out while putting her hand on the bathroom, so it's mostly in the back. In a wet bathroom everywhere, wearing butler clothes, I couldn't and had to try out a few positions. Aoi didn't seem to dislike her back position, but she always said it was boring to have the same posture, and above all, she missed being able to hug her from the front.

That's why I was asked to hug the orchid in bed this evening, and Kirishima Orchid, sweet to my family, decided to fulfill the request for color.

While sucking on the orchid's tongue, the color strokes the back of the orchid. Use her unique magic - infinite magic - to cast a full eye magic spell.

The orchid that just ran out of energy will soon become fully energetic. Because we haven't had intense intertwining yet, we both still haven't fucked enough.

After replenishing the bullets needed for the second round, the orchid took away her face from the glossy lips with the momentum to pull the thread, and again took away her lips.

"I'm not going to sleep tonight."

"... I love Kirishima's mighty face!"

Sweaty bare skin is absorbed and your body temperature is shared. Two people tangle their bodies while synchronizing their heartbeats playing emotions.

Never treat the bed roughly, but spin gentle behavior. Embrace them with compassion. Scrape the hot honey pot around with a symbol of the man who regained his vitality.

The lewd droplets make you feel warm inside the futon. Eventually, the sound of rain will be intense and your breathing will be wiped out. The thin moonlight was also completely trapped, and the vision gradually darkened.

Still, Orchid and Aya didn't lose sight of each other.

Caress the colorful body as if it were competing with the rain feet. Long hair with moist, wet, bright brown hair. When I bury my face with my hands, it smells sweet.

"... I can only see the color anymore"

"I can only feel Kirishima."

Just the two of you - you can only feel your loved one in a dark world. A colour that meditates on one eye and looks like it can withstand something. Your expression is distorted for a moment and your limbs are stretched. A color that leaks sweet screams on the orchid's body. Your vagina, which was swallowing orchid wands, is tightening and twitching.

The color looks like it's coming too.

"It's nice to cum with gentle sex...."

You exhale in a pleasant way and become weak when you wear color. Lengthen your body like a cat and drool in pleasure. Without such a look, the orchid put its hand on the colorful forehead and chewed the eardrum.

"----fu, ahh"

Sweet voice leaks, twisting colors like a tickle. Crawl your fingers on your standing nipples and kiss your mouth again. Spinning long and intense kisses to confirm love and getting drunk on each other's scents.

Your wet lips feel like you're breathing and your gaze is tangled. I'll see your eyes moist and wipe the Shizuku floating around your eyes.

Shake your hips, rub the wand against the vagina wall, and look for body temperature. Soon after climax, the colorful vagina fills your beloved opponent's meat stick with lewd saliva.

A brown-haired high school girl looking for orchids with her crotch open gorgeously and her pleasure becoming too messy. In a world of rain and darkness, orchids dye their colors.

"I love colors."

"Ah, me too... Me too, Kirishima is the best in the world--fufu!

This evening for the second time, the orchid wand pours a genetic enrichment into the colored vagina. They hug, tighten the entire body, and love each other. The second vaginal ejaculation will melt your face and weaken your slutty face. She strokes her lower abdomen and stares at the orchid with her happy face.

Crawl his hand on the orchid's waist and perform intense infliction magic.

I was forced into a state of imminent combat without any time off, but I didn't feel strange or unpleasant.

While immersed in the aftertaste of vaginal ejaculation, the orchid begins its third extraction this evening. Move from deep kissing to pecking kissing and savour each other's lips with lust.

It's not like sex just in form, which devours pleasure. Everything in your body is looking for someone you love, just like you're looking for someone from the heart.

The orchid's desire for a soft sensation that envelops the whole body is growing. The color was the same, and at some point I had a second climax, and I let the slut melt my expression.

The sound of rain hitting the window is a deafness. Dive into the futon and shut off any noise. The rain sounds like a cage, and you hear a slutty droplet sound.

The lewd droplet sound was heard from the lower abdomen - the junction between the two.

Wrapped in a futon, the two of them exhale warmly as they rejoice at a closer distance. You can hear everything from the sound of rain to the sound of breathing and kissing wet saliva.

A secret room on the bed where you can hear only the sounds of love. It is not only orchids that are excited by the sensual and obsolete atmosphere, but also colors.

The vaginal wall that swallows the wand swells sweetly, and countless folds are entangled in the orchid's penis. A hot honey pot filled with love liquid faithfully swallows the genitals of the opposite sex.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming! * Giggle *, kiss me so much, cum so much inside your belly! I want a baby! Even on a safe day, your genetic semen is so intense and hot that you'll get pregnant. Fill me up with it!

For reproductive instincts, innumerable folds twirl like creatures, pushing your beloved opponent's penis into the back.

"Kiri, well...."

"I wasn't told....."

A color that sucks your fingers and looks at you like you're looking for. How can I say no to such a face from a distance where I can even hear my breath?

In a confined space, your breath is mixed.

They shared their body temperature and heartbeat, with lips overlapping over and over again. As you kiss each other, the colored vagina swallows the wandering stick in a slutty way. The tip of the stick kisses the entrance of the uterus.

Just ahead is my beloved's womb. At the same time as his thoughts passed, the reproductive instincts hidden in the orchid burst out like the fire.

"----Color. As you wish - as you wish, I'll pour a cup of super thick semen directly into your colored womb...!

The orchid trembled and shivered his hips as he embraced the colorful body and kissed him like a peck.

An important part of a girl's body that wraps around sensitive tips - the feel of the entrance to an important room to swallow your favorite heterosexual genes and make babies. This situation is entangled in countless folds and only allowed to push in. There was only one thing Orchid could do.

"Ah, colorful... Ku, uuuuuu!"

"Kiri, ahn! Shit, ahn! In that case, I can't believe you're cumming so deep!

While kissing the mouth of his womb, the orchid's lust stick exhaled a thick seed. The folds twirl, entangle, and lure the meat stick into the back.

Inject the genes directly into the womb of the girl you love. Apart from the pleasure of ejaculation, the orchid is about to lose consciousness, swallowed by a powerful euphoria that stimulates instinct.

Countless folds suck in as you seek, and successive orgasms strike the orchid's hips. Drowning in pleasure, relaxing from your hips, and putting your body in the color of your body.

"I love Kirishima...."

The glossy lips gently touch the cheeks of a weak, breathing orchid. Smooth fingertips stroke your neck and exhale in your eardrums.

"Let's do it again. Until your belly is filled with Kirishima's genes..."

Colour stares at the orchid's face with an inferiorly painted look.

But as if you were asking me, I chewed my fingertips. In front of JK's sweet expression, which seems to be a strong defective system, the body and mind of the orchid, which should have been exhausted, are filled with enthusiasm - unbearable enthusiasm.

A color that opens your crotch to reveal a vaginal hole full of semen. A high school girl wrinkles her hips with a thick, sticky cloudy liquid that seems to make a loud noise. The sheets get dirty with overflowing semen, but that doesn't matter.

In response to the love of color, the orchid embraced her body.

Until it stopped raining - no, until the morning came, I thought I'd stay colorful this evening.

◇ ◇ ◇

--But the shackles of the future in the name of reality did not listen to that wish.

It was the sound of knocking on the door of the bedroom that watered the lovers they loved in the world alone.

Wrapped in a futon, the temperature and mood increased. Reacting to the body in front of you, your genitals - and your whole body - complain of starvation, and if you don't taste the body of your beloved opponent, your instincts are out.

The enclosed space is filled with the smell of debauchery, which stains your mind and body with lewdness. At first, they didn't care about the noise at the end of the day, and this evening they were trying to love each other alone, seeking each other's flesh, trying not to obscure the noise that disturbed their time, but they were more intense acts. After a brief break, they began to get fed up with the sound of the unstoppable door, and felt uncomfortable with the noise of the wicked knock at the time, and finally they interrupted the constructive reproductive behavior of the young flesh bumping into each other.

"... what, already. Shut up."

The mood was instantly cooled and the mood was lost, and Goshiba looked at the orchid with her mouth bent to the letter of boredom.

The orchid was a orchid, murmuring with a somewhat dazzling voice, "It's been like this lately", and he shook his neck sideways.

"Who's bothering you when you're all alone on the bed about Kirishima? It really sucks."

"Sorry, Aya. Can you just get dressed and wait for me? I'll make it up to you someday."

The orchid wrapped herself in a uniform beside her, suppressing herself in a mismatched sight when her poor daughter sharpened her mouth and swollen her cheeks.

Nevertheless, the orchids themselves don't remember the visitors this evening. The orchid slightly opened the door to the bedroom, revealing his vigilance as he feared to tie himself up with a ridiculous joke about whether his head had stopped working because of too much sex.

In a dark hallway where the moonlight was wiped out in the cloudy weather, a bumpy lamp was floating.

Confirm the visitor's appearance by relying solely on the light. Visitors in the dark were wearing sailor clothes - a girl student. From the undulating body, a number of geometric classmates matching the conditions come to mind.

Eventually, the light was raised around his face, and the visitor's face finally appeared in sight.

Short, dark-haired short for girls. Sleepy, slender eyes give you a cool, touchless vibe.

A swimming high school girl with a straight face and a long tongue that is a charm point peeking from the edge of her mouth. --The visitor at midnight was a cool bitch, a kiwi.

"... echo"

"----Kirishima...."

A joke occurred to me that I shouldn't be able to endure this at night, but before it came out of my mouth, the sound came out unexpectedly.

"--Kirishima, it's really evil --- I'm sorry!

The sound of sitting in the hallway holding a light and rubbing the forehead and floor together. Crawl and kiss the floor and forehead over and over again, as if you were throwing a five-body body into the ground.

The orchid lost its words to an unimaginable sight.

The sounds are kissing the floor - indeed, the kissing of the genitals and lips was of course a daughter who was often interested even in the intense veroferra and relieved her lip cravings in a sexual sense. I've never seen you kiss a boulder on the floor before.

Even if you crawl to your throat, you wouldn't have assimilated it to the floor like that in a place where nothing happened.

Rather, pride was high, and it was rare to even expose such a meaningless scene.

"Hi, chirp!? What's the matter with you? You're in such a mess!"

"I'm so sorry! I don't care what you do...! You can hurt me until Kirishima's feelings are over... I may use my butthole or my navel, and I don't mind raping it. You can rape it until it breaks and turn it into a Kirishima special meat bowl.... so please don't hate me like this..."

Normally, no matter what happens, it sounds calm - it rarely reveals emotions. She is so upset and upset.

The orchid was puzzled about what had happened - at the same time, a kind of pre-vision came back to the depths of memory.

At that time, it was not between people (...) phase (...) hand (...).

But it certainly felt like this at that time.

The orchid only once saw its appearance as it swayed its butterfly and short body and panicked enough to imagine whether it would harm itself.

"... Aheha"

A nostalgic name leaks out of my mouth.

The yellow butterflies, who mistakenly thought they had been called, appeared from a wooden pot by the window.

Staying on his chest, he can rest his feathers without losing sight of Ageha, and the orchid digs up his memory with his hand on the side head.

What time was that?

What did I say to Ageha, so upset and wounded?

The pieces fit tightly.

Kirishima Orchid remembered. What caused Ageha to do such a thing?

"... when your family disobeyed your Lord's command!

It's a nostalgic memory. I told half the jokes to break up Hidenobu Toru and Mizuki Katayama - back then.

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Don't lay down your body with men other than orchids - no, blossoms and sounds - you shouldn't have fitted such shackles to women who were starving of men's bodies since before they were transferred.

Even if the orchids abandon them, they can handle their lust. I shouldn't have worn a verbal belt.

If so, something. I commanded Sound and Sakuya - the Lord's wish, which is so important as to disturb him.

Before his thoughts came together, the orchid raised his face as if he had noticed something.

I feel a sign outside the room.

Since orchids are not hidden, it is impossible to grasp the number of people, gender - even the back length.

From the dark hallway, I can hear someone breathing.

"... who's there?"

Sound was calling for the orchid's name.

The fact that you identified this place through her may mean that all evil is already exposed.

Speak magnificently, without making a voice - in your usual voice.

I dressed like a butler, and I heard from the sound that I was lurking in the royal palace.

It should have been that no one understood that Kirishima Orchid existed.

The dark clouds that cover the moon flow at a timing that looks like it was intended.

Through the thin clouds, the dark dark dark night is revealed by the sluggish moonlight.

Platinum blondes create a delicate yet luxurious atmosphere. Inspired by the breeze, his long, empty hair shadows his (...) woman's (...) face.

But without seeing her face, the orchid knew who she was.

"... you..."

It is worthwhile to call her by words like yours or yours - a beautiful talented woman with enough charm (charisma) to make her think so. Aligning shoulders is fearsome - an overwhelming presence that would not be an exaggeration to say that you were lucky to have been in the same studio.

She plays the blonde hair of the vertical roll with her fingers and turns around - the lady hair of the platinum blonde and her flat sailor clothes are a clear mismatch - the only girl student who continued to escape the orchid demon's hand among the students who transferred from Japanese high school.

"Nice to finally meet you. Kirishima-san"

"Queen Hill,"

With fans in luxurious hues to hide her mouth, Lihua Queenshill softens and narrows her blue eyes.

I spent half a year in the same place and thought I was a little used to it. It's been a long time since I've met you, or I'm falling in love with that unrealistic visual.

To the extent that it seems impossible to see in reality, the stunning longitudinal roll of course leaves no trace from the root to the tip of the hair, an unmixed platinum blonde. Bright eyes like the sea.

The color of the hair and eyes wraps around an exotic atmosphere, but the face doesn't give you an exclusive butterfly smell or exotic fantasy.

The glamorous silhouette is so smooth and ready that you can imagine the cosplay costume of a native uniform - something you would not expect high school students to find artistic value in.

Curved beauty around the waist that excites before lust. The thin, stretchy leg that extends from it is a clean white knee sock.

Even the absolute realm between the dark blue skirt and the knee socks is divine, and it is no exaggeration to say that all parts of the body have reached the realm of art.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been looking for Kirishima-san."

"That's impossible. I don't know if he's alive or dead - I can't believe he was looking for a former (...) classmate he never talked to. That can't be true."

"I believed Kirishima-san was alive."

"... do whatever you want."

Then why did you leave me alone until now?

I don't know what kind of dirty hands I used. Most of the time - as a girl, she quickly noticed the anomaly in her class and heard from the sounds that orchids were alive.

I've been looking for it, and it's white.

"I need to talk to Kirishima-san."

"It was just right. I wanted to see you as soon as possible."

Creating a smiling smile, the orchid moves forward to Lihua.

It's about brilliant beauty. In this situation, it is unlikely that you do not have any defense against family training.

But in this situation, there is no escape. We have no choice but to move forward.

"Queen Gakki Lihua..."

When you became my family, the darkness came when you tried to continue the usual dialogue.

Darkness is not coming. But I couldn't describe the situation in other words.

Absolute hatred comes to the orchid as if it were mass preserved.

It's like being physically grasped and crushed by something important to your body. Like being tied up in a steel jar.

The air accumulated in your lungs leaks out of your throat and stops there unexpectedly.

"Hmm. This"

"... I believed that there was a minimum conscience left, so I left it to both of you. You're at your limit. I can't let you like it any more."

The source of darkness is approaching.

I'm not using any skills. Thoughts of a woman, passing through perverts and creating blasphemous love, heartfelt.

It's not impossible to shake it off and jump into beauty.

But that thought had already disappeared from the orchid.

"I will never forgive anyone who deals with Lihua-sama."

Darkness approaches with a familiar voice.

The Lord of the Voice squeezed the wrist of a stiff orchid as he wrapped up his black breath - no, releasing his breath around him like a poison gas.

"I finally found it. ― ― Kirishima Orchid

The dark person crawls into the vision illuminated by the moonlight and pours blind love into the Lord of Voices, Queen Gahill.

Is it a light that engulfs darkness, if you can metaphor it, even as you swing your evil intentions painted with hatred, without breaking down your calm expression?

"Kiryu Inn (Kiryu Wine), Kiryu (Subaru)...."

Is it because you are wrapped up in fighting spirit, or is it because of perseverance and obsession? While twisting his wrist with distant human strength, the orchid did not distort the shards and nostalgic - the name of his former classmate was murmured.

The orchid glances over its head and narrows its eyes to the name of the skill in its eyes.

Four characters of corpse manipulation (living dead recovery) appeared clearly above Kiryu Inn's head.

She has the skills to train women's spirits and make them family members.

Fresh carcasses can be manipulated indiscriminately as submissive puppets.

Two people with blasphemous skills that made the fate of others their own were confronted silently while being watched by three female students.

In the bedroom, only the rain was quiet during the night when it stopped.