The starring actress on the screen had distorted the adorable face whose youthfulness remained and had been molested by the men.
Two men hold her hands down, and two men suck on both her breasts, clawing those poor nipples more than they need. In time, two more men were holding her legs back and forcing her to spread her crotch.
She can't move at all, nor can she resist a man who buries his face in an exposed crack.
The man who is burying his face in her groin peels off her pubic nucleus with his fingers as if to mock her like that, caressing that cleft with his tongue, forcing her to say obscene words.
She shakes her head (wears it) and weeps, pleading for forgiveness already. But no one listens to her appeal.
'No, please don't. No, it's not like this... please don't. Yeah, yeah!
Her sad screams leaked out of the TV and echoed through the warehouse.
Forced to spread both legs. obstinately and roughly caressed the mysterious fissure at the base of its thighs.
Crying and begging for help, she began to muddle with the cry and cramp her body.
The men who look at her and mock her, look at her, denigrate her, and blame her even more intransigently.
Unable to hide her upset at the tide, which would probably be her first experience, she was rubbed in as a slut and gradually lost her reason.
Eyes that have lost their radiance. An attitude that becomes obedient with every passing hour. About twenty minutes after the beginning, she had undergone a transformation into a fine pig without will.
He is forced to rub his male roots and at the same time insert his male roots into his vagina.
However, there is no way that even vague oral sex can do something decent by being able to sit down hard from above and from below. He scolds me for that figure, slaps me in the ass, and curses me.
Broken girl. A clear recording of a moment when a pure being, who knows nothing about obscenity, is oblivious to the desires of the inferior men.
When the men spewed out their sperm into their vaginas all the way through, this time a tutorial began in the name of education.
Crawling on all fours in front of the man who sits scratching the agara, she begins her service only with her mouth without using her hands.
Smiling on the tip of a rough, stiff male root, she looked up at the man with her lost light eyes and smiled darkly, her tongue out. And crawl that tongue to the male root.
Behind her like that are a few guys with sex gear. I ordered her to slap her ass and stick it out, and when her ass went up as ordered, she began to blame the secrets with the sexuality each had.
Letting her hips jump due to pain and pleasure, she is held down by the man sitting scratching her claw and forced to screw her stiff male roots into her mouth. And when the man grabbed her hair, he began to move up and down as if dealing with tools.
From behind, she seemed to have already given up a lot, being sexually blamed for her secrets, pubic nuclei, and her anus, her mouth blocked by meat bars, whimpering, and being left to weep.
If you resist, you will be slapped, kicked, and cursed with terrible words. I won't even come for help. Then we have to give up. If we want to alleviate the suffering at all, we just have to be submissive.
The men playing behind their backs, when they desire, screw a meat stick into their secrets and anus and wave relentlessly. And when I'm refreshed, I play out again.
The man who was forcing her to slut her mouth trembled viciously, holding her head down forcefully.
She has her male roots poked into her roots, her white eyes peeled and spasmodic. The throat is gobbling.
"Hiha! Hey, you fuckin 'drinkin' asshole! You look cute and you're a hell of a slut!
While his mouth is blocked with a male root, he is stuck in the back of his throat. I just have to swallow more than I can spit out.
Forced to let her drink, the man who curses her. Then she continued to be molested instead of put in.
Cloudy liquid overflowing with gobbles from secrets and anus. The adorable face is sloppily distorted, its crushed eyes peel off its white eyes, and the body continues to cramp like a fish raised to land.
There was no longer a shadow to see, such as how it was creating purity.
Videos of such contents are shown on TV... heh, is that it?
What is this? The adult videos I owned couldn't have been harder.
The starring actress is the same. A former top idol who has swept through the rest of his life. But there must have been only one adult video that starred. But it's on TV now. What the hell is this?
Naturally, there is one thing you can think about. Just because I didn't know, it wasn't just one adult video starring former Top Idol.
Looking over the table with chirali, there's a plastic case on it.
Definitely, that case is the adult video I was hiding. You can't be wrong.
"Hmm, I see... you have something that leads to a massage"
As always, Makoto Ogasawara, sitting next to me, had a palm-sized notebook and ran a pen through that notebook with a nod of yeah.
Go to massage? Is that what you're really saying? There's that super hard abusive tutoring thing? Where do you say it goes?
Remain, okay, snort and whine and desperately take notes idiots are left alone for now. The first prerequisite is to understand the current situation.
I thought the adult videos I accidentally hid were suitable for the introductory part, which is why I showed them to Makoto Ogasawara.
The content was really soft stuff. Inside the studio that would be filming it was such a bright piece of work that the laughter of the staff was like a wooden spirit.
Anyway, the starring actress girl is a former top idol and a zub amateur. Sluts can't be decent. Plus, it's tremendously topical just to say I starred in AV, and it's just a dollar box. It would be too much of a loss if they went home rotten. Because of this, the actors around us are strangely kind.
It was teaching hand-held techniques, as if teaching elementary school students. A farce would be a good place to turn it into an adult video. That's what it should have been.
Yet the footage currently on TV is a super hard abusive tutorial thing from anywhere. He has mercilessly committed a hole called a girl's hole.
Did you put the wrong contents of the case? No, that can't be right. I don't own such a hard adult video in the first place.
I'm a scumbag, but I don't have the same savage taste to break my spirit with violence. Gradually flexibly, he invites himself to a swirl of pleasure, by the time he realizes it, swallowed by that swirl, tailored to a pig who weeps and yet seeks pleasure. Even though that's fun, it's the pinnacle of foolishness, such as forcibly humiliating a reluctant opponent and breaking his spirit.
Even if you prefer hard content, your taste is completely different.
When that happens.
Idiot running a pen in his notebook while blurring next door. I can only assume that he has inserted and replaced the contents.
If you think about it, Makoto Ogasawara was cleaning this warehouse. That's already from corner to corner. Then I may have found the repaired wall and tried to touch it.
So I found out that part of that wall was removable and discovered the adult video that was stored inside.
If you think about it, you can be convinced, but then a new question will arise.
Why do we need to insert and replace the contents? And for adult videos with so much hard content.
"Mr. Castle Island, Mr. Castle Island, what kind of technology is that?
I was properly shouldered and accidentally let my body jump in a freak.
A beating heart at high speeds and a cold sweat that conveys the spine. I breathed up on my own, and I couldn't breathe.
Looking next door, Makoto Ogasawara, pointing to the TV with his pen, is staring at me with his neck tilted.
When I turned my gaze to the TV, a girl was slutting a man's meat stick.
"Oh, oh, is that, uh... Fella, is that it?
"Huh? That's an unusual word. I wonder if it's not Japanese. How many words?
Huh? How many words? Whatever you said and asked me, I never thought about it.
"Come on, from a sense of speech... Latin, huh? Probably."
"Wow, that's Mr. Castle Island! You have a sense of speech and fashionable rhetoric!
"... well, I guess so"
Makoto Ogasawara, who grinned, follows my stomach with his elbow. I replied with a smile to Makoto Ogasawara and was driven by the urge to hold my head even now.
This sucks. This. I can't believe you're expecting adult video content to be inserted and festive in my brain.
"Girls seem tough on their own, but all the guys seem comfortable. That sounds like a lot of fun. Wouldn't it be fun if Jojima did something like that?
"Huh? Oh, duh, I don't know..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who gently grabbed my uniform jacket with his hand, stares at me with his upper sight. Those black eyes were either for curiosity or sparkling.
"Ah! I did!
"Hih."
Suddenly I almost screamed at Makoto Ogasawara, who slapped my hand and shouted out loud. Though I managed to be critical and not screaming.
Watching Makoto Ogasawara thrilled, Makoto Ogasawara, with his hands together in front of his chest, stares at the TV with a tight look on his face.
"I almost forgot my purpose because I was so learning that I was obsessed with seeing it!
"Also, purpose?
"Yes, the purpose is to excite Mr. Castle Island. What do you say? Are you excited?
I swallowed Gokuri and spit into Makoto Ogasawara's words.
I totally forgot what the purpose was. I mean, I still can't get my thoughts on the situation.
Why did Makoto Ogasawara insert the contents of the case? What's the point of replacing it? Besides, the content is a super hard abusive tutorial thing.
To watch this adult video with me? No, you don't have that. Makoto Ogasawara and I were unlikely to see this adult video together.
Anyway, the place you kept this is a secret vault you don't even know about, except me. Even if I inserted the contents of the adult video that I had left in it, I wouldn't visit the opportunity to watch it with you.
If you wanted to see it with me, all you had to do was put it on the table with nothing to eat on your face.
Then Makoto Ogasawara's purpose is nothing more than to say that he wanted to show me the ultra-hard abusive tutorial thing that is currently on TV together.
So if you think about what you were after, the answer would be one. It's hard to assume that you want me to do these things.
I see, I finally understand Makoto Ogasawara's ploy.
Maybe there's something like a video camera hidden in this warehouse. So we're likely shooting inside the warehouse. The reason for this is the threat material.
Makes me think you're looking for that kind of behavior by showing me super hard abusive tutoring stuff. And I wondered, if I put my hand on Makoto Ogasawara, of course Makoto Ogasawara would resist.
Still, I offend Makoto Ogasawara without worrying. Because I'm assuming you're looking for such an act.
But I don't know anything. What would you think if you saw footage recorded by a third party? You naturally think I'm forced to abuse Makoto Ogasawara.
How dare you threaten me with it and use it?
When that happens, was the sudden demand for anal sex also a fabric that invites you into the current flow? To make it easier to get your hands on Makoto Ogasawara.
That's how you were going to wait jizzily for me to watch the adult videos on TV right now, but unexpectedly I got into action. It must have been a delightful miscalculation if you tried Makoto Ogasawara.
Asaka quite, Makoto Ogasawara. Equal to your ploy and other pranks. Did you think that would work for me?
But that's why I don't mind not getting my hands on Makoto Ogasawara. Then it's synonymous with fearing Makoto Ogasawara's ruse and running away with his tail wrapped around him.
I don't need protection in the first place. Only attacked. That's the way I should walk.
Then let me use Makoto Ogasawara's ploy the other way around.
Instead of putting your hands on it, let them. It's not inconvenient for me if it's recorded. On the contrary, you should find yourself in a difficult situation for Makoto Ogasawara.
The seeds you sprinkle will grow and strangle you.
"Mr. Castle Island? What's wrong with being confused?
He returned to me with a sudden audible voice.
He seemed too silent to concentrate on spinning his thoughts. If you push to think quietly, Makoto Ogasawara can be suspicious.
That was exactly critical. But the plan is already in place. Now, Makoto Ogasawara, let me take a serious look at how you intend to fight back.
"See if I'm excited or not and you'll see for yourself."
That's what I said and put my arms together, and I stepped back with my legs open.
What do we do now, Makoto Ogasawara? Your outlook is out of line. If I don't get my hands on it, and I leave it to you like this, there's nothing wrong with it.
However, if there is only one problem, it is if Makoto Ogasawara did not get his hands on it. If Makoto Ogasawara doesn't move, he'll be in an adhesive state.
"Yes, okay?
Makoto Ogasawara peeks into my face to confirm my concern.
"Oh, oh... go ahead"
Makoto Ogasawara, with a full smile when he heard my reply, is staring at me in the upper eye with his moist eyes as he rapidly tides his cheeks with sparkling eyes. And I don't know if I have a heart. I feel like I'm preaching my breath.
Are you really happy about this? Besides, he doesn't look like he's acting. That just seems to please me from the bottom of my heart already.
Could I have misspeculated? Yes, no, no, wait, wait, it's premature to draw conclusions. It's possible that Makoto Ogasawara, who got cut back by me, dared to push forward to hide the upset - really?
The only adult video I've inserted may simply be a real dm. If so, the response changes one hundred and eighty degrees.
Shit, I don't know what's going on anymore. What the hell is that? Why are you pushing my predictions diagonally? Show me a normal reaction once in a while.
I no longer know exactly what Makoto Ogasawara is really after.
"Well, then, see if you're excited... will you?
That's what I said. Makoto Ogasawara, who got up off the couch and moved to my front, offered his hand towards me. The one on its palm was an anal plug the same type as the one used in the cinema.
He bought everything I liked with the sex equipment I used?
"Well, you know, the guys on TV, they all seem to like fumbles. I'm sure it feels so good. So I think it's worth a try..."
Makoto Ogasawara grinned when he said so, staring straight at me with a bright red face.
In short, you're saying you want to try a fellatio to ejaculate me and relax me physically and mentally.
That's fine, then what's the point of anal plugging?
"So, while I'm at it, I'm going to continue my training. Now..."
With that said, Makoto Ogasawara distracted himself from me to be ashamed. I mean, while you're playing fellatio, you're gonna do hands-free masturbation with an anal plug you put in your anus?
When I did it in the bathroom at the mall, it seemed pretty pleasant. Did you fit in with that?
"Or don't get me wrong! Nothing. It's not like putting this in your butt makes you feel good or anything! Come on, train! Yes, training! It's just training! It must be because it feels good!
Makoto Ogasawara making excuses by himself, even though he hasn't said anything. I knew you'd fit in.
I don't mind. Even for me, it's where I want to develop Makoto Ogasawara's flesh, and he says he can do it on his own, so there's no reason to make it stop...
"Why are you looking at me with your eyes?" I told you it was training! Don't look at me like I'm some kind of pervert who loves to put something in his butt. Yikes!
Makoto Ogasawara pounding my head with a bright red face and a puffy rage.
Ha, you know exactly what I mean. He's trying to serve a fella naked, begging for an anal plug to be inserted into his anus. What do you call that other than perverts?
Koitsu, I guess it's just stupid. I can't believe I've read too much.
When this happens, I'm starting to feel like I should hear the crux of the question I have.
When I received the anal plug being offered, Makoto Ogasawara flipped on the spot. And when he opened his legs shoulder-width apart with his back to me, he bent his torso forward. Turn your hands further behind your back, grab your buttocks and open left or right.
A packed open anus was exposed in front of me.
"Hey Ogasawara, if you don't want to tell me, don't tell me, but what do you think about my sister-in-law?
He asked Makoto Ogasawara that way as he pressed an anal plug against the anus that was open in front of him.
"Ah, uh--she, Shizuka. Ha, he's really a good kid. Oh, my God, it's all my fault. Wow, if only I hadn't been here - ahem - I'm sure Shizuka would have - Ha, come in!"
Slowly push in the anal plug you were pressing against your anus, listening to Makoto Ogasawara's whispering mix.
Because of the insertion of my male roots, my anus, which had already been quite untied, swallowed the tip of an anal plug that was larger than the sphere of anal sticks easily.
I tried to shake my sister-in-law's story, but there's no upset... It's the usual Makoto Ogasawara. However, the statement that the really good kid, is caught. That's nothing more than to say that you're usually a bad kid if you return the back.
Again, as I expected, you're pretty sure you and your sister-in-law are pretty sure. Nevertheless, he doesn't even look like he wants to do something about his sister-in-law.
I'm the bad one. That statement by Makoto Ogasawara was like a masochistic Makoto Ogasawara, whose responses and tricks were not even slightly uncomfortable. There seems to be no falsehood.
When he finished inserting the anal plug into his anus, Makoto Ogasawara, waking himself up, looked back in absurdity at his breath. And once he went to the couch, he came right back to me. With a milking machine in his hand.
"... you want me to put that on too?
"Come on, it's training!
"... right"
"Ha!"
Upon receiving the milking machine offered, Makoto Ogasawara, once again inverted on the spot, turned his back on me and knelt on the spot. And when I wrap my long dark hair up with my hands, I lift it up as it is.
White noodles and thin necks that appeared. Smooth and fine shoulders and back made me think of such delicate vitreous work that when touched it seemed to break.
With the milking device in my right hand, I reach out from behind Makoto Ogasawara to the front, and attach the milking machine to the deflected breast. And secured it with his back.
Makoto Ogasawara, who looked back on his knees when the work was done, slipped that body between my crotches.
"So, will you confirm? Don't tell me you can't do this right now, okay? Mr. Castle Island is a man, isn't he? You say a man doesn't have two words, right?
"... sort of"
Makoto Ogasawara, who is closely attached to my crotch, insists more than necessary. Don't get anxious the other way when they say that.
Makoto Ogasawara, with his hands extended to my groin, was clearly seen upset for persistently listening.
Unzipping the belt with those trembling hands lowers the zipper.
Makoto Ogasawara's trembling hands vibrate and pass directly to one thing. Because of this, one thing, which was all sorts of things and was about to shrivel, began to bulge.
And by the time it was removed from between the zippers that were unloaded, my male roots were erect in a lump.
"It's a strange form, isn't it? Why did you get ahead of yourself?
Makoto Ogasawara, staring at the male root that appeared, has his finger on the tip of the male root as he looks up at me with his upper eyes.
"Male genitals, or penises, are intended to ejaculate in a woman's vagina. That's why I evolved into the right shape to ejaculate in my vagina. That's it."
That's what I say. I point my finger at the male root, which is rough and expensive. Makoto Ogasawara, watching it, has nodded as many times as he was impressed.
"This shape is such that if you insert a penis into your vagina, you get more comfort. In a simple bar-shaped fashion, insertion into the vagina makes it easy to extract. Then the pleasure is small. That's why the tip is raised like an umbrella to create resistance."
"Does resistance mean it feels good to rub?
"In short, you are. But when I rub it dry, it causes pain. It is the love fluid produced by the female genitals that plays a role in alleviating it and amplifying more pleasure."
Answering Makoto Ogasawara's question, Makoto Ogasawara, who distracted himself softly, extended his left hand to his groin. I guess I heard about the love liquid and checked it out.
"Love fluids are often produced when a woman is sexually excited, or if she feels comfortable, when it and her life are in imminent danger. It seems that the primitive desire to preserve the species makes it so. And when you insert the penis, the umbrella bulge at the tip rubs up the vaginal wall, bringing pleasure to the woman. That increases the amount of love liquid even more, so that we can get comfortable with each other. Prosperity of the offspring, the primordial desire of the organism. And by adding pleasure, you're amplifying your desires."
"I see. So when I put it in my butt, it felt so good - whoa, nothing. Shh."
Makoto Ogasawara, who had a male root tip while blushing his cheeks, is coughing in a hurry after grumbling. I guess the truth has come out.
I explained it to you about reproductive behavior, and the anus is an organ that has nothing to do with reproduction.
Makoto Ogasawara watching Makoto Ogasawara with his jitsu eyes, laughing naggingly and trying to delude him, Makoto Ogasawara alternating with the TV behind me. And I had a full smile like I realized something.
"I see! It hurts when you rub it dry, so you have to get it wet, right? So it feels good to say it in your mouth, huh?
Makoto Ogasawara, with his hands in front of his chest, nodded as he was convinced as he asked me.
It is true that lubrication is important, but mouth pornography has the advantage of gaining comfort more easily than vaginal sex, and at the same time can satisfy the desire to dominate. The explanation was discouraged.
"So, Mr. Castle Island relaxes, but be excited to watch TV. I'll start massaging, too."
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so as he looked up at me to his superiors, lowered his head freaking and shivering as he turned on the milking machine himself.
Then the frigid chill rushes up my spine. Something hot touched the tip of the male root.
"Oh, uh, it's getting bigger than just now. - Ah."
Mixed with the motor sound of the milker mochi, you can hear Makoto Ogasawara whispering and a water noise called Pichapi. Whenever that water sounds, the pleasure rushes through from the roots to the hips and all over the body.
Makoto Ogasawara, who was licking his male root with his tongue like he was afraid, looks up at me from time to time, and looks back to see the footage shown on TV.
Probably my first oral slut. There's no way it's going to work from the start. I understand that, but my tongue, which I can reluctantly touch, solicits frustration as if I were eating a deposit.
But suddenly Zuluri and Boy Root were swallowed up by something, and his hips trembled on their own with that too much pleasure.
"Ugh."
Makoto Ogasawara, who groans, still continued to swallow his male roots and ended up pinning them down to the roots.
The feeling of being wrapped in hot, cramped meat. That was a not-so-pleasant feeling.
Makoto Ogasawara suddenly set up Iramachio because he references adult videos on TV.
It's called sudden anal sex, he really likes to soak things up.
But I haven't been able to learn anything that isn't on TV. In other words, I guess there's no reason to know the tongue movement if you pin a male root.
"Whoa, Ogasawara, it's your tongue, move your tongue"
Driven by the desire that something was missing in my unusual comfort, I accidentally ordered Makoto Ogasawara to do so.
"Grr."
Makoto Ogasawara, swallowing his male roots to his roots, began to move his tongue as he moaned painfully but still nodded slightly.
The tip of the male root reaching the back of the throat is tightened by the laryngeal flesh. The pleasure doubled to the lukewarmly moving tongue in that condition.
Zuluri and the male root to be pulled out. That rubbed up the tip, causing a sense of ejaculation all at once. Eat and tie your teeth to endure it.
Makoto Ogasawara, who spit out his male roots, has a painfully rough nose, but still has his tip in his mouth. Looks like he's going to swallow to the limit again, but all of a sudden the iramatio is too level. Wrong video you are referring to in the first place.
"Ogasawara, your motivation is commendable, but there is something called order in things. Just go in and out lightly, not trying to swallow it all at first"
Speaking so quietly as she enjoyed the feeling of ejaculation, Makoto Ogasawara nodded as she desperately tried to get her breathing ready, keeping the tip of her male root in sight.
"The key is tongue movement. As I said earlier, the most pleasant part of the penis is the tipped umbrella. You can move it to tangle there. And it's soft when you include it, and it sucks when you serve it."
Makoto Ogasawara, unable to respond to my words because he contains the tip of the male root in his mouth, moved his tongue instead of answering.
Ugly tongues tangle at the tip. And Makoto Ogasawara's head began to shake slowly.
Poop, poop, and some pretty sound starts to get to my ear. That was too much, too much motion and skill. This would be great, no skill, no snag, like earlier, and the iramatio that swallows up to the roots feels better a few steps.
But don't do that. That doesn't improve technology forever.
"Ogasawara, remember. How was I? You would have observed the subject carefully, would you? There is always a change. Don't miss out on where that would make that change bigger. Everything is taught by the subject, or subjects."
Makoto Ogasawara, who is burying his face in my groin and shaking his head small. I put my hand on its head and hung my voice as I gently stroked it.
Still, why did you try to reference such a hard adult video? The adult video I had in my possession would have been more helpful.
Was it arr you who got it by accident, or was it deliberate? I can't help it if it's a coincidence, but if it was deliberate, there are two things I can think of.
Is Makoto Ogasawara still looking for something, or would he simply be an authentic dm?
It was mixed with the sound of po as it continued to be heard, and a dirty water noise called cucumber began to mix.
Makoto Ogasawara, whose face was buried in my groin, was stretching his right hand to his groin. Probably fingering the pubic nucleus and the female genitalia.
He seems excited to serve me on his own. Perhaps the anal plug inserted into the anus is also in and out without the use of a hand.
In the end, I didn't ejaculate, and only Makoto Ogasawara reached the top about three times.
Makoto Ogasawara, who masturbates while slutting my male roots, was delighted and clearly excited to serve me.
That's it, the only reason I've inserted and replaced the contents of the adult video is because he's just a real dm, after all.
Let's not read this idiot deep into his opponent. I'm just tired.
Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in his uniform, sips tea in a sober manner as he shrinks next to me sitting on the couch.
I guess I'm depressed because my first oral slut failed.
Makoto Ogasawara, who really wanted to ejaculate me, was starting to be mean along the way.
Pain prevailed over pleasure, and I had no choice but to interrupt my ordination.
I care about myself three times only after being stopped by me. Not very rare for Makoto Ogasawara, he tried to ignore my orders and continue to masturbate.
That's why they scolded me so lightly.
Somehow, I know you've been working hard and desperately hard, but when you hit your teeth, you shrivel.
"I told you how to practice, didn't I? You're a hard-working man, so you can master it right away. So don't be so depressed."
Makoto Ogasawara, who shrugged his shoulders further into my words, ended up silent until he returned home.
"Oh, you know... I'll keep my butt, you know, clean all the time"
Makoto Ogasawara, with a cup of tears in his eyes, shuddered with a bright red face and bowed his head deeply, saying so as he had decided to. And he rounded his back and went home with me.
You care a lot about the fact that you failed to have a slut in your mouth. I really don't care. Or that no one will do well at first, and rather that being bad is more instructive and worthwhile.
I'm left alone in the warehouse, sitting on the couch with my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling.
He's just an idiot after all. I tend to be confused and read deeply by those abrupt words and actions, but that philosophy of action may be extremely simple.
Sudden demands for anal sex. And the unintelligible behavior of replacing my secret adult video with super hard abusive tutorial stuff.
I should have thought there was a back, but I was convinced with my earlier service in oral pornography. He's just desperate. I'm just desperately trying to turn me around.
"Ha, maybe that's why I'm tired..."
I'm trying to trick him into dropping him. That's why I always tend to think he hates me from him. But he's just trying to hit me straight. That emotional inconsistency seems to be causing the emptiness.
I can't believe people at last. It's a disorder my cowardice led to. I was fundamentally wrong.
"I have to review the plan. If he's going to favor me and listen to anything I say, you better make it simpler."
It seems like it would be better not to use your hands weirdly and simply give orders.
That's fine, first of all, there's definitely an obsession between Makoto Ogasawara and his sister-in-law. And while there is a Sasaki presence, it's also odd that Makoto Ogasawara is so dependent on me.
That's the biggest cause I thought there was behind it in the first place. It's unnatural for Sasaki not to be involved.
"If you doubt it, you should know."
I was going to look into Sasaki and my sister-in-law. Do you want to get on with the investigation with your back?
I decided so and stretched my back wide, twisting my neck as I turned my stiff shoulder. And when I stood up, I headed to the door to return.
A massage that relaxes me and heals my fatigue. Hey. Do you want to keep your mouth shut of Makoto Ogasawara for the extra tiredness?