"Ready... Ready"
As I sat on the couch waiting for Makoto Ogasawara to finish dressing, I heard a whisper from behind.
The fact that the voice is trembling and is about to disappear shows that it is driven by rather nervousness and shame.
Naturally. Contents and outfits of the massage to begin with this one. Milking and transparent leotards. There's no way I can't be driven by shame with that.
Slowly rising from the couch, I looked back and looked for Makoto Ogasawara. I heard voices not from behind, but because they seemed somewhat distant.
Makoto Ogasawara was quickly found. I was sitting in gym on the bed. Besides, he's already wearing an eye mask.
Wearing a transparent leotard of black tights fabric, seeing its own appearance, and being more obscene than I expected, did I put on an eye mask to keep my body out of sight?
In fact, Makoto Ogasawara's appearance was nothing but obscene.
Dark hair tied up behind you, as usual, to keep you out of the way of the massage.
Thin neck and raised clavicle.
Black fabric covering from neck to bottom, as opposed to its white skin. But even though it is black, it is an elastic tight fabric whose fabric stretches to wrap the body of Makoto Ogasawara. The skin was clear because of it.
The two large breasts, which were beginning to swell from beneath the clavicle, were instead visible female genitals from between their thighs, although their full contents were hidden because they were sitting with their knees.
Female genitals with thin pubic hair are pots of grotesque red meat if opened. It closes perfectly due to the fact that it is holding its knee. That was lusty at first sight.
Makoto Ogasawara is used to being visually raped from my anus. And at the same time, you know they're looking at female genitals. I've never been mentioned for that, but Makoto Ogasawara wouldn't be stupid enough to get all those swimsuits and underwear down to the bottom and think I didn't see a female genitals.
No, Makoto Ogasawara is stupid, but I just don't want to think he's that stupid.
Makoto Ogasawara has never been exposed to breasts before, but if she has female genitals or anus, she has been scattered and raped by me, and to the anus, she has been rubbed with fingers and tools, and even photographed after being observed inside.
Because of this, it would be more embarrassing to expose your breasts than to expose your female genitals and anus. I chose to expose my genitals and hide my breasts, which I would normally hide first. I don't care what you think, it's a strange priority.
It seems to be accompanied by biased odd resistance to exposure and shame. Getting used to it is horrible.
Slowly approaching the bed, Makoto Ogasawara, reacting with a piqun, turned his face towards me.
I guess my hearing is hypersensitive because I'm blocking my sight with an eye mask.
"Mr. Castle Island?
Even as I dye my cheeks, an anxiously shivering whisper asks me.
"Oh."
In reply, Makoto Ogasawara exhales as small as a ho.
There's only me and Makoto Ogasawara here. So if you're going to make a noise, it's going to be me. Still, I checked, I guess, simply because I'm anxious. And to say that I'm relieved to hear my voice, Makoto Ogasawara has already decided to be ready.
That they're going to milk you.
Though milking, today is my first day. So do it directly by hand without using the equipment. And I decided to drop off the anal massage today.
The first day is mentally delicate. If you're too irritated, you can go through the feeling good and remember the fear.
I have time. Let's get used to it gradually.
Arrive to bed, take off your shoes and go up. Making noises and shaking beds, Makoto Ogasawara's body jumped bickly.
Sweat seeping through. Respiration repeated in small pieces. Cheeks stained with vermilion. Red ears to burn.
Though you are prepared, that doesn't make tension, shame or anxiety go away.
Makoto Ogasawara, who, during his first squid in the anus, was no longer able to culminate in the anus after that. The recording meeting in the science room allowed us to cross the wall, but we have to make sure that we never fall into such a situation again.
Lessons must be brought to bear in order not to tread the same similitude twice.
"Ogasawara, you just wore that leotard, but you worked hard enough to get past it today. So why don't we start training tomorrow?
Stay in bed and inquire at some distance from Makoto Ogasawara. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who turned to me, bit his lower lip and shook his neck sideways.
"Yes, I don't like it. Oh, I don't like that. Mr. Jojima called me a competent assistant. Yet it is disqualified to let Mr. Castle Island be concerned..."
Trembling voice and trembling body. Still, Makoto Ogasawara replied with a smile.
After all, the recording meeting in the science room was an English break. Makoto Ogasawara adds resistance to exposure and shame, as well as being applauded for obedience.
Things are just not the same when you reach your first peak with your anus. Even if this is done somewhat impossibly and mentally hunted down, it is likely that Makoto Ogasawara's temper will be exceeded.
But don't be alarmed. Do you want to insure it for once? So that the obedience of Makoto Ogasawara is even more applausive.
"Disqualified assistant? What are you talking about? We're a lot of students. Even I can't do everything perfectly. Sometimes I fail, and that bothers you. Even you can annoy me. It's about each other, nothing to worry about."
Failure is for everyone. Don't let that get you stuck in the shell. Especially types like Makoto Ogasawara tend to drag failures. That's why we need adequate mental care in advance.
It's not aftercare. It's Beforecare.
"Ki, Mr. Castle Island..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who was listening to me in silence, muttered my name in a voice that was about to disappear, and when he let go of his hands, which were holding his knees, he knocked down both knees and sat a girl on the bed. From there, when I fell forward and put my hands on the bed, they crawled on all fours towards me.
One step, one more step and one hand to explore, coming towards the one where I would be.
If you can't see and you're scared, take off your eye mask, and I wanted to get into it, but I felt good about that feeling.
I can't help it, there's nothing I can do about him being stupid. Giving up is key to things.
Breasts exposed by crawling on all fours, although wrapped in black tights fabric, had exposed their full content.
Two large breasts draped downward by gravity. That shakes every time Makoto Ogasawara moves. And at its apex, even if it was covered in black tights fabric, it was exposed to protrusions that were clearly different from the color of the skin.
I see that and accidentally swallow my cockroach and spit.
Because of the black tights fabric, I'm not sure even the color, but I can totally see the size and shape of the milk rings and nipples. They were not too big, they were not too small, they were very balanced even from the size of the breasts.
His head is a loose Makoto Ogasawara, but he's a really great material. Things I don't see any drawbacks when it comes to flesh, it even seems like they were made to please a man exactly.
Makoto Ogasawara, who would fall into one luxurious category or another, is not too fine in that way and has a fleshy appeal. Plus they have big tits. A child's face that remains even younger.
A doll of meat that keeps everything in perfect balance and makes a man crave.
"Ogasawara, what are you..."
I purposefully shook my voice and groaned so, I approached Makoto Ogasawara, who crawled on all fours and slowly came towards me, waving at his shoulder.
"Don't be too competent. Otherwise, I'll get nervous."
Speak with as much emotion as you can, even when you're stunned when you're saying something stupid yourself. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who stopped moving and shook up with a pull, hugged me when he got up with Gabba. And when I bury my face in my chest, it folds over my cheeks.
"Ho, is that true?
"Hmm?"
Makoto Ogasawara, shuddering with a pull as if he were an abandoned jean dog, asked me with a shuddering whisper just like that body.
"Wow, is it true that I'm competent? Because I can't, isn't that what Mr. Castle Island is saying to me with care?
Makoto Ogasawara sliding his cheek over my chest. Well, it's something that's not in my mind.
If we're going to deny it or something, we're going to cry on the spot.
I guess you want me to say it. You are competent. I guess you want me to say it again and again. And I just want to get drunk with myself, that's all.
What do we do? Idiots are easy to handle and very good, but that depends on the degree.
What I felt when I started dealing with Makoto Ogasawara. He's definitely not used to being praised.
If you have as much beauty as Makoto Ogasawara, you deserve to be praised for being cute by your surroundings. So it's no wonder you're more high-flying in character.
There will also be the original character, but this will be due in large part to the fact that it has been contained from the surroundings.
Unlike the appearance of excellence, Makoto Ogasawara's reluctance to go out in public must have been convenient for the women around him.
We must have been delighted by Makoto Ogasawara, who was desperately in the mood while possessing the qualities to reign over us. And I kept beating him so he wouldn't get the pile out.
I still know if I'm going to beat the pile that leaves, but I suffer from understanding such as beating the pile that hasn't left.
And the biggest cause of Makoto Ogasawara's humility so far. That would definitely be Sasaki's fault.
Perhaps Sasaki has never praised Makoto Ogasawara for his appearance. I may have praised you for being kind but honest, but I don't think you've ever praised me for being cute or anything like that.
I also saw that Makoto Ogasawara's lack of confidence in herself was a cause around there.
Is it because we've been together too long? Or does Sasaki himself not like such things?
If I had complimented him with one word, he would have fallen in colon. Makoto Ogasawara is an idiot, but Sasaki seems like an idiot who can't help it.
Because it was leaving this easy to handle woman alone in the wild.
If I offend Makoto Ogasawara in front of Sasaki, if Makoto Ogasawara wanted it, Sasaki probably wouldn't say anything. And he's an asshole who runs home, wraps himself in a futon, kills his voice and cries.
This is ridiculous. I can't help but save you. Stupid. That's why I'm upset.
It's also interesting to expose Makoto Ogasawara's dementia in front of Sasaki's eyes at dawn when he's finished his tutorial. What the hell will Sasaki do when he sees it?
If you hit me, I'll give you a compliment. If you can take back Makoto Ogasawara by force, praise and praise him. And you can return Makoto Ogasawara as you go.
But if he escapes, I'll break Makoto Ogasawara and return him with a ribbon.
"You are competent. You are surely a competent assistant. I can't think of an assistant other than you, Ogasawara..."
Hold Makoto Ogasawara softly around me and whisper with a sweet voice. Then Mayuki Ogasawara, who shook brutally, hugged me even harder.
I guess I'm drunk enough to remember the cold because you told me what you wanted.
Well, that's it for Beforecare. If you do too much, your submissiveness will soar, and in addition, you may become too dependent on me. That's where we want it to be on this occasion, but it can be a negative factor on other occasions than here.
I mean, it can be quite a hassle not wanting to leave me for four or six hours. Plus, a suddenly swollen one is something that can be played suddenly. That's why we need to gradually, gradually, carefully and carefully inflate and create puppets that aren't so easily broken.
There are no shortcuts. That's the only thing I've made in clutter, but what I've grown on hand salt is something that will give me a favor commensurate with it.
In front of me is Makoto Ogasawara, crawling on all fours. Its body trembles in small pieces, and its face is stained with a pearlescent color so that its cheeks burn, although its eyes cannot be confirmed by an eye mask. That's the same for the ears, as well as for the skin other than the area covered in the leotard of the tights fabric.
And if you clear your ears, you'll hear it, a small chopped but rough breathing sound.
Turn around behind you and you will see the female genitals and anus through the black tight fabric covering the groin and buttocks. And the same goes for the big breasts that hang from crawling on all fours.
Even nipples and wheels that are not usually shown to others are exposed.
Excitement, tension, anxiety and shame. They blame Makoto Ogasawara at the top.
Unlike the science department here, you don't have to worry about the intervention of others. But in the science room, you just expose your anus and your female genitals while wearing a uniform that covers you. Although he is currently wearing a leotard, the fabric has become transparent and, in a sense, more disgraceful than naked.
At the same time as breast development, if we are accustomed to this tuning, which also puts our resistance to exposure into perspective, we intend to gradually increase our exposure even at the early morning recording meeting in the science room.
"Okay, Ogasawara, before we start massaging, we're going to cut the fabric on the nipples."
"Yes. Best wishes…"
Makoto Ogasawara sends his best regards to my inquiry as always.
With the slightly light-headed consent of Makoto Ogasawara, I stared at Makoto Ogasawara's breasts when I bent forward.
Pretty big. I'm not very familiar with the size of a woman's breasts, but the sight tells me E, or worse.
Reaching his left hand toward his breast, he picked the nipple part of the clear tights fabric covering his skin. That made my fingers touch my nipples and Makoto Ogasawara's body trembled with piqun.
Moving his gaze to check Makoto Ogasawara's expression, the leaning Makoto Ogasawara bites his lower lip, dyeing his entire face bright red and trembling.
I pulled the picked dough, stretched out my right hand holding the scissors and carefully cut the dough. That separated the fabric I had picked with my fingers and adhered closely to the pitan and skin.
Only the tip of the breast was nicely cut and the nipple finally revealed the whole thing.
That's red as ripe fruit, as opposed to the skin of Makoto Ogasawara, which is white as snow. Moreover, because of the black tights fabric covering other parts, it was unusually vivid and unusually noticeable.
I stood up, I turned to the other side and repeated the same task. That made the red nipples, the apex of the two breasts, face out of the black tights fabric.
It's funny, it's really funny. You look hilariously dumb. And above all, it's obscene.
"Ogasawara, we're ready. Successfully exposed only the nipples. Don't worry, I'm only trying to expose my nipples properly."
Speaking to Makoto Ogasawara in a pale tone yes, Makoto Ogasawara, who was leaning down, is leaning even further, his breath roughly trembling.
You raise your shame to the limit by purposefully saying things you don't have to say, calling out the obscene word nipples.
"And Ogasawara, today is the first day into a new massage. I would do a breast massage and an anus massage at the same time, but today I'm going to make it breast only. It's forbidden."
Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his face slightly to my inquiry, gave me a bare gesture of trying to say something. But I just moved my lips slightly and ended up saying nothing, just nodding small.
Your mood looks clear, Makoto Ogasawara. I must have been discouraged to hear you don't have an anus massage today. So I managed to get an anal massage done, but I didn't see a way to convince him to ambush me, and I guess he abandoned crying.
I mean, in today's massage, you've never been able to reach the top. Now that I know that, is it hard?
"Now let's do a breast and nipple massage to promote breast milk"
"Yes... thank you"
Makoto Ogasawara sends his regards to my words like a fool's memory. You'll have to do it if you ask me to.
Drop the usual lotion you are used to using in the palm of your hand and apply carefully.
Confirming that his hands had been lotioned, as he turned to the front of Makoto Ogasawara, who was crawling on all fours, he stretched his hands out to his breasts.
"Ah."
As soon as both hands touched both breasts, Makoto Ogasawara raised his little voice, letting Bikun and hips jump.
"Are you all right?
Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his face, smiled with a raised corner of his mouth while his eyes were covered in an eye mask, nodding cocoons.
What a healthy smile.
Confirming that, I started rubbing my breasts.
"Mmm..."
Makoto Ogasawara raising his voice slightly. The soft sensation spread through my hands and my breasts with the elasticity to push me back never tired of rubbing.
Apply the lotion on both hands into the breast and refill the lotion in the palm of your hand when you release your hand. And I paint it into my breasts again.
It was repeated several times and lotions were applied to both breasts without thousands of times. Except for the nipples.
Moving from the front of Makoto Ogasawara to the left side, I hold down my left breast with both hands and let it slide downwards.
"Mmm... ah..."
Let your hands slip smoothly and warm away from your breasts just before you reach your nipples and slide from your roots down.
The breasts covered in black tights fabric are carefully rubbed by my hands, and the lotion is flowing downward at the same time, so that the lotion drips from nipple to bed as if dropping breast milk. Moreover, unlike breast milk, it was obscene by the time it was abnormal due to the fact that it was dripping with thread.
If the lotion is reduced, refill it, rub the breast from top to bottom so that it does not touch the nipple, and to some extent turn to the right side surface, rub and unrub the right breast using the same procedure.
Slowly, cautiously, politely and over the course of an hour I enjoyed both breasts.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
Makoto Ogasawara, who roughly roughs his breath, occasionally cramps his hips and gasps.
The pleasure of being rubbed with scattered breasts, but absolutely not enough. I've never touched a nipple with the greatest sensitivity in my breasts.
Yeah, I never touched my nipples. However, by continuing to rub her breasts, her untouched nipples were clearly larger than they had initially been.
I have an erection. That tells the true story of Makoto Ogasawara's mood.
I want you to touch me. I want you to feel better. I want you to drive me crazy enough to turn my head white. An erect nipple and rough breath, plus a sweet gasp, were silently appealing to me.
I'm on the right side of Makoto Ogasawara, so I don't know what's going on behind it. But it's easy to imagine.
I'm sure you're getting a crack in your anus and your female genitals and a lot of love fluids from your female genitals.
If you want so much comfort by then, I'll give it to you. But that's the beginning of hell. In the current Makoto Ogasawara, it is impossible to climax with nipples. No matter how comfortable you give yourself, you can't go beyond the wall.
If you don't know the immense pleasure of the summit, or you may be able to withstand it. But Makoto Ogasawara knows. the world of pleasure beyond the walls.
"Ogasawara, enter a massage that stimulates the nipples and revitalizes the breasts more than this"
Makoto Ogasawara nodded loudly with a full grin as he dripped his ball-like sweat as he raised his face just waiting for me to ask that question.
I guess I thought this would finally make things easier.
There are two hours left for today's massage. Well, it's a look at how far you can stand it.
"Ah, ahhhh, ahhh"
Makoto Ogasawara, who turns his back and waves his neck sideways many times with his face to the ceiling, continues to exhale tons of sweat from his entire body and a fierce whisper as he breathes constantly.
As I sit scratching the claw on the front of that Makoto Ogasawara, I reach out from my side to clasp both arms of Makoto Ogasawara attached to my bed and pick both nipples with my fingers. And he continued to caress me gently with dust.
The act of caressing the bright red nipples that are even harder and more erect for an hour after that.
Sometimes the friction is reduced by the lotion, and even if it is not picked hard, the knob and nipple escape.
That is hell. Without lotion, I would have felt a strong sense of comfort. But the lubricating effect is disastrous, and if you apply more than a certain amount of force, your nipples will run away as soon as possible.
As a result, I have to gently pick it and caress it carefully, but if I try Makoto Ogasawara, it would be a good place to kill him alive.
Still, he just whispers and gets bored, and doesn't look like he's asking me for help with words.
Excellent assistant. That word is forcing Makoto Ogasawara's reason to stop.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
Makoto Ogasawara drooling from the edge of his lips and shaking his neck vigorously beside him.
I want you to pant your ass. And I want to open up the desire I have embraced and make it faster and easier. I can see the thought coming out of my mouth, but I still don't get tired of watching him endure good health.
Gently pick the nipples with your fingers and rub them crisp. Makoto Ogasawara, who thus whispers, freaks out and cramps his body and becomes bored.
Then I thought I'd give him a little more comfort, put some effort into his fingers, and try to crush his hard, pointed nipples, and as soon as I could, my nipples would run away from my fingers with Tsurn. As a result, Makoto Ogasawara's hips jump and a loud whisper rises.
It must be painful. I guess the pleasure is too small. Yet the shame of continuing to be given that pleasure, and moreover exposing it to indecency, stirs up that little pleasure.
Absolutely not enough pleasure will increase your desire for the summit to Makoto Ogasawara, and if that increases to its limit, you should be asking for it yourself. He wants me to go crazy.
But I can't be crazy. The only thing that makes me look good is when I try to drive you crazy. Other than that, Makoto Ogasawara can't do anything wrong.
Everything is my existence. That's the point.
But, well, it's my first day. I need to be traumatized any more. Is it time to let him go?
Releasing his fingers from both nipples, which were crisp and crooked, the face of Makoto Ogasawara, who was looking up at the ceiling, is gawking down and making his breath rough.
"Ogasawara, it's my first day. A little earlier than usual, but that brings us to the end of today's massage"
When he asks Makoto Ogasawara, who is also breathing constantly, Makoto Ogasawara, who has gained momentum and raised his face, is chewing his lower lip and shivering with a blurb.
I want you to go crazy. I suppose you are desperately enduring that word will come out with your mouth poked.
Come on, can you stand it out, or lose your desire?
If I lose my desire, I'm going to punish Makoto Ogasawara. Whether it's punishment on the face of it or not.
It's good to be a slut, but that doesn't make sense to disobey my instructions. No matter how pleasantly swallowed you may be, ideally a submissive puppet that takes my instructions as its top priority.
That's why if you were able to brilliantly suppress and beat your desires, reward them.
"Wow, I'm... an excellent assistant...?
Makoto Ogasawara, who turns his face toward me, spins the cut words by a rough exhalation.
I can't confirm the eyes by the eye mask, but if you look at the mouth, you can tell. It is precisely now that Makoto Ogasawara suffers between reason and desire. That's why you asked me to save you.
You are an excellent assistant. I guess that's what you want me to say. That's no less a honey whisper than pleasure. By asking me what I need, as a word, you want to stop the broken reason.
Ask me for help. That's against the rules if you try it on me. Punish him and do it for good, but let's forgive him for what he's doing today.
"I don't like to tell the truth. I've said the same thing over and over again."
Saying so deliberately in a low voice, Makoto Ogasawara trembled his body, trying to pull back as he crawled on all fours.
Obviously frightened. You thought you'd be scolded by me. But sweet. Dropping and lifting is the usual means. You don't have to worry. I'll put you up now.
"But how many times do I have to tell you this? No matter how many times you ask me, I'll answer you."
In my words, Makoto Ogasawara's body, which was on the verge of retreating, stopped perfectly, huh? I leaned my neck strangely, like that.
Things would be different if I thought I'd be scolded, and I guess I'm a little confused.
"You're an excellent assistant. He's the best assistant I've ever had to replace. Listen to me again and again. I'll give you an answer every time."
Makoto Ogasawara's body trembles with a blurb, as if it resonates with my words.
"I need you, Ogasawara, and I need you to keep helping me."
"Ahhh... ahhh"
That was, what a pity.
Makoto Ogasawara, who covered his eyes with an eye mask, wore a black transparent leotard, then exposed only his nipples, and was crawling on all fours like a dog, overflowed with tears in the gaps of his eye mask, and cried with trembling.
"Ki, Mr. Castle Island, where are you? Mr. Castle Island, where are you?
And then Makoto Ogasawara, who progressed, turned left and right to look for me, calling my name.
You're no longer a complete dog. It just seems like a lost dog is desperately looking for the owner he loves.
"Right here. Ogasawara, I'm here."
I called Makoto Ogasawara with my emotions while I was worried that if I took off my eye mask, that would be all I could do.
In other words, it would be nice to come closer to me, but Makoto Ogasawara is watching now, and because of something very interesting, I dared to direct him with my voice.
Makoto Ogasawara approached me relying on my voice. That face hit my belly with a ton, where Makoto Ogasawara stopped moving on.
What are you going to do by coming closer to me? That's what bothered me, I silently observed Makoto Ogasawara. Then Makoto Ogasawara smelled cum and me. I was just stuck with it and my breath leaked out of my mouth for a moment, but I enjoyed covering my mouth with both hands and erupting.
"It smells like Mr. Castle Island..."
The abdominal muscles and diaphragm spasmodically cramped into that Makoto Ogasawara grunt, threatening to fall into hyperventilation.
You know, judging someone by the smell, like a dog, it's no longer really the dog itself.
"Oh, Ogasawara, yeah, it's me..."
With the excess bitterness and constant breath, my voice trembled at will, and it became like an impressive performance, and you felt it, Makoto Ogasawara jumped.
"Mr. Castle Island! I'm not letting you go!
Makoto Ogasawara hugging me hard. Hmm, this could have been too much. Makoto Ogasawara seems more dependent on me than I expected.
This is a very difficult place. In the current Makoto Ogasawara, if you push it away, you risk twilight on the way and being stuck in the shell.
If you give it excessively candy, it will be even more dependent. Then we're in trouble. You want to avoid as much contact as you can in the school building, but you could wave your tail off like a dog and come up to me on your own.
I was going to beat pleasure and reward you today, but you should drop this off. Instead, Makoto Ogasawara is happy as he has already been rewarded. I can't please you any more.
I was going to go crazy once in the shower room with hot water coming out, grinning my anus with my fingers, but you're on hold, this is...