Makoto Ogasawara's sudden rise in dependence on me. This is outrageous.
In the original plan, I wanted to increase my dependence as much as I could. Makoto Ogasawara's feelings toward me, and his dependence on me, I thought it was quite difficult.
But if you open the lid, Makoto Ogasawara depends on me day after day. Besides, once it soared, it looked like it was soaring in seconds as multiplied.
The reason is that Sasaki and Makoto Ogasawara did not thoroughly examine their relationship. I was going to go into quite a bit of detail, but there seemed to be a higher wall between Sasaki and Makoto Ogasawara and a distance in my mind than the information I got from the survey.
Further misreadings include that Sasaki, famous for her beauty, was unfamiliar with the treatment of women, and that Makoto Ogasawara, famous for her beautiful girl, was not used to praise.
Moreover, only Sasaki is the man close to Makoto Ogasawara, and Makoto Ogasawara, whose only knowledge is Sasaki, makes sense that standards against men become Sasaki.
It doesn't matter that Sasaki is the standard. The problem is that Sasaki said no too much.
Who the hell could have guessed that? Beautiful Sasaki was naturally surrounded by women since childhood, and I thought she was good at handling women naturally. That's what I assumed. That's where it went wrong. And Makoto Ogasawara thought he was obsessed with a beautiful childhood.
By the way, for Makoto Ogasawara, my presence seemed pretty fresh. That would be true, because he gave whips and candy while constantly hitting the forefront and sealing Makoto Ogasawara's escape route, reading his mental state and thoughts and gradually guiding him.
If you try Makoto Ogasawara, I can praise him after he scolds me properly. I mean, he was the first type of guy I ever met.
For a type like Makoto Ogasawara, you should scold him well when scolding him. Normally, everyone would hate to be scolded, but the type who is not sure of himself, like Makoto Ogasawara, often seems to assume that he sees himself by being scolded. Moreover, the act of scolding must be responsible for the scolded side, and the scolded side does not have to worry about it.
In other words, a weak type like Makoto Ogasawara would push all the blame on the scolding side by being scolded. In short, I guess it would be easier and more reassuring to be scolded.
This guy scolds me properly. He's looking right at me. It gives me all the responsibility. So I can just follow this guy without thinking about it.
I think it's probably this kind of thought circuit.
Because I gave candy there at the point where I needed it, I said I was suddenly dependent on it.
This has been quite a mess. Totally misread. I thought it was a little him, but I didn't think it was a little so far.
Dependence is quite a thing. But it's too early than planned. I haven't had enough time to build a solid foundation because of the sudden swelling.
Unwavering loyalty and unwavering dependence. If those two are not sublimated to perfection, Makoto Ogasawara's heart will shake with triviality and conceive of the danger of being saddled with Sasaki.
Then Makoto Ogasawara becomes unstable. Then you won't be able to move freely.
Sasaki knows that I exist, and even if Sasaki moves, there's nothing wrong with that. Without that kind of certainty, I can't get into the tutorial I took a step forward.
High difficulty tutoring such as exposure with others beside you or culminating by others. More than anything else, we need ground to get there.
Before that, it was very difficult for me to be approached in a public place. I can't let Sasaki know yet.
Two months, no, I want at least one more month. It won't be possible to finish it perfectly in a month, but I want to consolidate the ground to the extent that Makoto Ogasawara doesn't easily change saddles to Sasaki, even if Sasaki at least moves out.
Your mind can shake. Even though he relies heavily on me and pledges allegiance, Sasaki's presence is more fun if he's shaken to the point of concern.
Almost there. When I can add tea from Sasaki now, what I've been piling up will disintegrate.
That's what I thought. That's what I was so anxious about inside. But Makoto Ogasawara was pushing my imagination diagonally in every way.
I forgot. Tell him he's stupid.
After finishing my early morning tutoring in the science room, I pray as I head to the classroom. Please don't let Makoto Ogasawara come into the classroom again today.
Regardless, I have repeatedly advised Makoto Ogasawara. I'm not qualified, and I'm still not sure about my arm. So I don't want others to know until I feel confident, so now I want to refrain from making contact in front of others as much as possible.
If they find out, someone else might show up to give me a massage, so I don't want them to say anything else about the massage they're getting from me.
Makoto Ogasawara, who honestly listens to my favors and obeys my silly honesty, is a romantic emotion that drives people crazy. Sometimes you can ignore this calculation and act unpredictably.
That's why I can't get my mind off it. That's why it's insignificant, but I advise you to brainwash it repeatedly and repeatedly and rub it in thoroughly. Still, it's romantic feelings that don't make me feel safe.
Nothing is more difficult than a crazy human being.
That's why I was trying not to leave the classroom unless I really needed to. Because if you leave the classroom, you have an exceptional chance of making contact with Makoto Ogasawara. Still, when you get in the classroom, pray because it's over.
Idiot, please, Idiot, if you're an idiot, take my advice and follow me closely. Take pride in being an idiot, and move on as an idiot, he said.
But I want to believe I'm not that stupid because I can also say I'm going to act stupid because I'm stupid.
I hope so, but I still can't reject the menstrual phenomenon. In short, I have to go to the toilet. And timing is something that we are able to adapt to the worse.
She took a seat to go to the toilet, and the moment she left the classroom, a group of women passed in front of her. Among them was Makoto Ogasawara.
Suddenly, I stared at Makoto Ogasawara, and Makoto Ogasawara, who noticed his gaze, also looked at me.
My eyes met, and I saw a heart mark floating in the black eyes of Makoto Ogasawara in an instant.
Over. Makoto Ogasawara speaks for sure to me. So when Makoto Ogasawara and I are familiar, we are exposed.
Normally, there are not so many problems, but there are problems because they are Makoto Ogasawara.
Beautiful girl with tremendous support from boys behind because of her clear and pathetic look and atmosphere combined with her conflicting charm of child-faced but huge tits.
However, if it is a familiar Sasaki muscle, and its Sasaki is aesthetically shaped, it does not lean on it except for male students who are quite confident in their appearance, and certain natural monuments are watched from the shadows.
Besides, he's shy, weak, and people-friendly. In other words, there are no boys students besides Sasaki who are close.
If you're such a facial acquaintance with Makoto Ogasawara, that's the only thing that makes you a source of rumors. And if it gets into Sasaki's ear, you should wonder how Sasaki, one crack of an idiot, is.
Makoto Ogasawara, who hasn't been in a good relationship lately. I was wondering if that might have anything to do with a man.
That's all I want to avoid at all costs, but let's give it up. There's no point in turning away from reality. On the contrary, if I'm late to hit my hand, my neck will only tighten for the delay.
It's okay, it was supposed to be. I'm just talking about changing plans. The degree to which it becomes somewhat difficult to move. That's all we're talking about.
"Makoto, what's wrong?
When the other girls stopped to Makoto Ogasawara, who was stopping and looking at me, I was surprised to finally see Makoto Ogasawara. And when you look at me, you show obvious vigilance and instantly get in shape.
The seven women laid a formation of iron walls centered around Makoto Ogasawara, whether their respective standing positions were determined. And he stared at me like he was shooting at me.
You're like a boxed girl.
But I didn't think the seepage from the girls was due to good intentions.
A whirlpool of jealousy that feels clear. As I expected, Makoto Ogasawara seems to be one of the lowest in the group of women.
Are you pretending to be protecting me and keeping a man away from me? I wonder what inconvenience it would have if it were increased to Makoto Ogasawara.
Sasaki, who didn't get his hands on Makoto Ogasawara, is also Sasaki, but even if you can't get your hands on this, it makes sense.
Students walking down the corridor began to stop by as the girls deployed and laid a defensive line on the iron wall. Hearing the noise, students are peeking into their faces from the classroom as well.
Chip, you're getting into a lot of trouble. I can't deal with this in Plan B. So it's Plan C. I can't help it, but don't make it harder and harder to move.
"Makoto? Do you know him? We didn't hear that, did we?
"What do you think, Makoto, you know him? What are you gonna do, make a secret out of us?
"You can do whatever you want, but then I'm a sayonara with you. You know, making secrets to your friends, Nye?
"No, it can't be. Oh, I believed in true harp. I'm disappointed."
"It sucks, doesn't it? You need to talk to me at all? Are you sure we're friends? I think so."
"I was going out of my way to be your friend because I seemed lonely on my own, but you know, betraying it"
"That's why Sasaki-kun's scared, too. You're Sasaki-kun's luggage. Conscious?"
And the simultaneous arson that started. No, should I say bombing?
Seven people bathe Makoto Ogasawara at the same time with cursing murmurs that are roughly unheard. That's too breathtaking a linkage.
He's quite used to it. Has this been how you've held down Makoto Ogasawara?
Besides, among the seven women, there is a flickering face that I saw. These are the top girls in the school year karst. Moreover, some of them were female students who were in view as prey. Well, the ac is too strong and the material I abandoned.
You guys should thank Makoto Ogasawara. If I hadn't preyed on Makoto Ogasawara, it could have been someone of you preyed on.
Besides, unlike the obedient and honest Makoto Ogasawara, if AK bounced strongly, he would have been mentally cornered accordingly.
"Haha, no. When I get to know a guy, I'll introduce him to everyone."
Makoto Ogasawara smiles around with a full smile, even though he says he was scattered and slapped. The smile was far from what it would show me, and I felt something painful just watching.
"Uh, this is Mr. Castle Island. Yesterday, they picked up the drop. Drop me another regular."
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so with a sticky smile, lowered his brow butt only for a moment when he looked at Chirali and me.
I didn't want to be seen. That's how the eyes told the story.
Seems like you know exactly what it's like for a fool. Tell me you're being jerked off.
Friends? Ridiculous. Tell me what's your friend in this. I just enjoy using that weak personality, slamming down and enjoying a beautiful girl with a jumping through beauty.
If you disobey, you alienate. If you betray me, I'll beat a lot of people up. If you don't like that, shut up and follow. That's how Makoto Ogasawara is treated.
What a savage, cluttered spiritual induction. verbal violence and attitude, plus hunting them down in numbers. Well, that's the easiest thing to do, but at the same time it's not full of holes.
"What? Have you dropped your term? How many times now?"
"Ha, I can't even tell you how stunned True Harp doesn't smell."
"And it's natural."
"You're not smart enough to study."
"Yes, the type that excels in academia but doesn't work for the public?
"Haha! That's a real harp, isn't it? When you graduate from high school and you leave us, isn't that a straight line, Neto?
"It's not funny because it's really possible, is it? Kahaha!"
By explaining Makoto Ogasawara, I decided that Makoto Ogasawara and I were not familiar with each other, and each one cursed Makoto Ogasawara to his liking.
You were worried. Don't worry, Makoto Ogasawara won't tell anyone about his relationship with me. There's no way I can say it in this situation.
And is Sasaki aware of this situation? Whatever you know. If you don't know, you're incompetent through idiots.
Assuming you knew, and you're leaving it there? You think you can't talk about Makoto Ogasawara's friendship? You got this? You're telling me you're leaving this behind?
Still, Makoto Ogasawara tried to protect Sasaki. And it was really captured by a spider's nest.
I'm not going to justify my inaction. I'm a scumbag like them. I use Makoto Ogasawara as food for my enjoyment.
Yes, my kind. We're scumbags of our kind.
"Oh, he sounds like an asshole. But you're right, there's no way True Harp would betray us."
"Yeah, 'cause we're best friends, right?
"That's right."
"Oh, Makoto, go buy some bread later and come buy some. And juice. The usual guy."
"Me and me!
"Don't get me wrong again, right? I like baked noodle bread. I wonder why you mistake that for melon bread."
"Well, it's true harp."
"I'm really sorry there's been anything but study, is there a true harp? Kahaha!"
Surrounded by a bunch of girls walking out, Makoto Ogasawara also walks out. But when he looked at me sideways for just a moment, he lowered his head slightly.
Being distracted by the relationship with Sasaki, it was a failure not to examine the friendship in so much detail.
"The scumbags. Play with my toys as you please..."
So he muttered and walked out toward the toilet.
It was a real failure. I thought there were seven toys that looked so interesting close to me. Pathetically so are they. If I hadn't paid attention to Makoto Ogasawara, I would have had a great high school life.
Come on, scumbags, let's dance together.
After interrupting Makoto Ogasawara's tutorial, I embarked on a background check with the scumbags.
All I needed was three days. That's it, that's it. I'm leaving. Approximately weaknesses and bumps sprung up Zachzak as he dug back the garbage dump.
Canning, Ten Thousand Pulls, Cuttlefish. Those are still child deceivers.
It was the interactive relationship with the opposite sex that kept an eye on me. The seven other female students besides Makoto Ogasawara seem to have a solid boyfriend. Besides, it seems to be happening naturally such as cheating, which is the same for men.
You're a man attracted to that kind of woman. Naturally, you can also know the extent of it.
The inexplicable thing was that despite the fact that a woman lover was wandering around, she didn't have a hand in Makoto Ogasawara.
Each of those seven girls is famous for being quite a beautiful girl, but all the time this guy is not far from Makoto Ogasawara.
So many pushy girls at the bottom of the group. As a man who likes women, it's odd to leave them alone.
For cheating and other everyday tea meals, I think it's natural to stumble on Makoto Ogasawara.
So I made a speculation. Probably jealous. I guess I didn't like being able to poke at the anxiety of getting my man to bed and the reality that he was still no match for Makoto Ogasawara.
It is believed that the jealousy turned out to protect Makoto Ogasawara on the contrary.
Then there will be a way to use the right man to molest Makoto Ogasawara, but this is convincing if you think that Sasaki is necked.
Tatsuya Sasaki, who also has a cute beauty in our school and yet has a clear brain and excellent style. A woman who likes men would love to get some delicacies. If I could make Sasaki my boyfriend, he'd be proud of me around him.
To do that, you must first attract Sasaki's attention, and if you want to attract Makoto Ogasawara, a childhood friend before attracting attention, if you do poorly, buy resentment.
That's why we first consolidate the ground, completely subjugate Makoto Ogasawara into a puppet, and use that puppet to make a pipe with Sasaki. And after some distraction, to keep Sasaki's thoughts away from Makoto Ogasawara, he uses a man to scold Makoto Ogasawara.
Expose Makoto Ogasawara's dementia to Sasaki as most, and make him despise it completely.
And this is what I've been thinking about. Whether or not the dumb bastards do that much.
Anyway, there is no shadow of a man around Makoto Ogasawara. Plus, if you had those facts, you wouldn't be able to make it to the warehouse every single day.
With that in mind, I was depressed. I'm sorry that I tried to target these women once.
I was sincerely glad to target Makoto Ogasawara.
On the third night of embarking on the investigation, I was able to witness something nicer than I expected when I tracked down a girl student.
He shook his back at the park at night with the guy he was cheating on.
I put that in the camera perfectly and reached home with a mole.
On the day of the comeback, the girl student was out of school. Naturally, I edited the images and footage all night, accompanied by a photo of evidence of being a scabbard, and when I skipped to the girl's house at dawn, I gently posted it to her post.
Regardless, don't forget to post the exact same thing to your boyfriend's house post.
I was sleepless because of you, but my brain stays awake.
Then over the course of a week, I gently crushed around with one person, another.
As my family would know, I posted evidence in the name of my landlord, so it must have been a fuss.
You don't even hide your tail, you just say you're the king of the world, you can do whatever you want. That's why you get stuck with cowardly scumbags like me.
Carefully, carefully, carefully and surely completely thoroughly. Cowardly, I love to hunt him down twitchy like that without leaving any evidence behind.
In the end, all seven female students left high school amicably and voluntarily. Seven of them are best friends, so they must have been happy to leave school together.
I haven't got my hands on that. They quit on their own.
But, well, naturally. To say that the orgy, the scabbard, and the evidence was posted to his home post silently indicates that the Lord who posted said he had evidence in his possession. If they submit that to the school side, no, if it gets flushed by the press, we're done putting the family together.
I dare to send it home and not impose anything. I don't even threaten you.
That's respite. The silent threat that there will be no next.
Then we'll have to run. The only way to protect my family is to deport my well-done pretty daughter far away. Make my parents throw it away, just like I did. I gathered all the ingredients and even put them on an iron to give them away.
I could have hunted him down with a few more strays, destroyed his spirit until he was completely skinless, and made him an abandoned man, but I'm busy. I don't have time for half the scum.
Having disposed of the garbage beautifully and refreshingly, I checked the progress of the plan that was going on at the same time.
Makoto Ogasawara has parasitic habits. The biggest reason I was in that group of girls, even though I was weak on the inside, was because I was afraid of loneliness.
If we could be together, if we weren't to be alienated, I guess any group would have been fine. But the leaping beauty and the conflicting weakness were spotted, and the worst group caught my eye.
But because they disposed of the garbage, Makoto Ogasawara became lonely. That was supposed to happen if I didn't do anything. There's no way I'm gonna miss that.
This past week, in addition to investigating the trash community, I favored Makoto Ogasawara, while picking up a group of girls who looked pretty serious.
The information was somewhat circulated to the class rumor-loving students.
"You have Makoto Ogasawara. Famous for that beautiful girl. Rumor has it, there's a girl named Tanaka from four groups, and she's serious and good looking after her. So, Mr. Ogasawara likes solid people like that. Well, it's a rumor."
Four sets of Tanaka. She has no knowledge but has a good reputation and has a good sister's skin. Besides, I also found out that she was the only female student with opposable forces with that cuss who had reigned at the top of the school year karst.
And a hobby, but he likes cute stuff anyway. So he had been concerned about the existence of Makoto Ogasawara for a long time, but since he was part of the opposing group, he didn't seem to have made any contact by moving on.
"Something tells me Mr. Ogasawara fits the shark. Rumor has it. There's that group of girls out there, right? They're enjoying Ogasawara. So I guess Ogasawara isn't part of the group, it's like he's being caught. Well, it's a rumor."
Furthermore, rumors spread that Makoto Ogasawara preferred not to belong to that group.
I had a lot of difficulty spreading rumors, but once it started spreading, I ran around like a wind with a tail on it.
Makoto Ogasawara is free because both scumbags are already out of school at that point. I heard rumors that Tanaka poked that gap and came into contact with Makoto Ogasawara.
And the seven of them left school amicably and voluntarily. At that point, my measures are over. The rest is not a problem I should be involved in.
I fell asleep on the sofa in the warehouse and sighed heavily as I was exhausted by the day after day of massage training and taking a week off.
Instead of resting, I barely even slept the past week. I lost four kilograms of weight because of it.
I accidentally felt soft on the back of my head and opened my thin eyes.
It's not the feel of the couch. Softer, then tense, warmer stuff.
Something pictures into the blurred vision. After rubbing his eyes with his hands and blinking his eyelids several times, his vision began to focus.
There's a red ribbon scarf in black sailor clothes. When I raise my gaze from there, Makoto Ogasawara's face peeks into my face.
Apparently, I found out that Makoto Ogasawara was wearing a knee pillow on me. But when? I was lying on the couch, and I don't remember one thing about Makoto Ogasawara coming into the warehouse or giving me a knee pillow.
Could I have fallen asleep at some point?
"Good morning. Did you get a rest habit because of a week's rest?
Makoto Ogasawara's black eyes, who said so and grinned, were still so tearful and moist that they seemed to overflow.
"Why are you about to cry? Is something wrong?
Makoto Ogasawara, smiling at me with a strange face, shook his neck small and sideways.
"Nothing. I just missed Mr. Castle Island this past week..."
Noise, blur, trembling voice. As the voice was spun from her thin peach lips, tears that were about to overflow drew a muscle of lines on her cheeks.
And Makoto Ogasawara, who bowed forward, hugged her tightly as she pressed her huge tits against my face.
"Thank you......"
A small, really small, whining voice. I don't care, I can't breathe compressed by my big tits.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh"
I tried to say that I didn't have any gratitude, but I couldn't even talk properly because my boobs were compressing my face.
"Eh heh, Mr. Castle Island doesn't know one thing about my hardship. Besides, you've just been resting loose for the past week. It's your fault you're screwed, isn't it? And the bear under my eyes, because I even played games until midnight..."
Trembling whispers are slowly spun. A body that trembles as if it resonates with that whisper.
"But I feel like thanking you. I won't say anything more. So why don't you take a thank you or something?
That said, Makoto Ogasawara hugged me even harder.
Well, I was ready, but I thought it was possible that Makoto Ogasawara wouldn't notice because he was an idiot. But did they just notice?
Shortly after I said I was going to rest, the jerks began to disappear one after the other, and the ideal person appeared as a friend, as I had tried to do there.
You must have realized that the sequence of events was due to my measures. But there is no proof. I'm not supposed to leave any evidence.
I guess that's why Makoto Ogasawara doesn't pursue it. Because you know I'll deny it. And if they deny it, there's no evidence to overturn it.
That's okay, he's making a big mistake. You think I helped Makoto Ogasawara.
You idiot, there's no reason for that. I was simply pissed off that I could use my toys all I wanted. He hates his own kind. Besides, there's no way you can keep your hands on people's play tools for free.
The scum just crushed the scum. That's all.
I'm the same type, so Makoto Ogasawara doesn't want to thank me.
And about Tanaka, but I'm the one who's in trouble when Makoto Ogasawara breaks. Until the end of the ordination, we must have him maintained in a decent state of mind. It is a means to that end, and there are no further emotions, etc.
He thinks I saved him, and he's happy about it. What a dumb cloud. That's why you're manipulating me to be good.
Well, now that I know that Makoto Ogasawara is not going to expose his relationship with me around him or make contact with me in public, there's no longer a problem with how dependent he is. Then you should make it as dependent as possible and tailor it obediently.
"Tanaka is really nice to me. They teach me politely even if I fail, and they encourage me. I would never tell the purchasing department to go buy it out. I would never tell you to get grounded. He's a really dependable person, and he's a lot of fun to be with. But..."
Makoto Ogasawara further strengthens the power he was holding me in, pushing Gyu and his big tits against my face.
Hey, this is serious. You're gonna die. I'm the one who's hugged a lot, but it's a surprisingly stuffed situation. With his right hand, he's tapping the shoulder-like part of Makoto Ogasawara with a pessi pessi to tell him about the gibberish, but you realize it?
"I will be most calm by Mr. Castle Island..."
A whisper of Makoto Ogasawara heard from somewhere far away. Big tits oppressed me, my vision blocked, and the darkness should be spreading, but somehow my surroundings get white.
Compression death due to big tits. It's not a bad way to die, but I still don't want to die if I can. If you're going to die anyway, it's after he finishes his tutoring. Until then, no matter what, you can't die.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh"
Hey, come on, let go, you're gonna kill me. And even if I try desperately to tell you, I still can't talk properly.
Plus, it's shitty, I'm feeling kind of better through the bitterness. Please, let me go. You're really gonna die. This.
He slapped Pessipesi and Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder-like place with his hands and tried to get up with force on both legs. But I'm too ill. This state of being held against the face while falling asleep is close to the upper quadrangular solidification where Judo says it is. And it's perfectly extreme.
No matter how much the difference in power between men and women, it is not easy to overturn this.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh"
Makoto Ogasawara did laugh crunchily at me because I was being pushed with huge tits.
He laughed. He laughed when he said I was in pain. I can't forgive you.
In the end, Makoto Ogasawara started laughing with his belly in his arms as he walked away from me at a critical place and looked at me jumping up with Zeze and his breath absurdly.
I overflowed the tears I had accumulated in my eyes and kept laughing as I cried with a bright red face. It seemed as if he was spitting out all the pain he'd been accumulating in his stockpile.
At the same time, I felt that the fragility and instability I had ever felt in Makoto Ogasawara disappeared.
"Hahaha! I've never seen Mr. Castle Island in such a hurry! It's cute!"
"Oh, it's you... I really thought you were gonna die"
She stared at Makoto Ogasawara, who laughed in tears, with her jitty eyes, and sighed in tears.
It's only right now that I can laugh. From now on, a harder tune awaits you. You're laughing at best within the moment. You idiot.