"Wow."
Makoto Ogasawara, crouching on the floor, sits like a dog with his hands on the floor. And he looked up at me with a full smile, and this again barked like a dog.
I didn't order it, by the way. He's just manipulating the dog on his own. And it sounds like fun from the bottom of my heart.
"Wait."
"Knock, knock."
I put my hand in front of Makoto Ogasawara's face like that and gave a waiting order. Then Mayuki Ogasawara lowered her eyebrow butt, making a sad squeal and staring at me with her moist eyes when she groaned.
The atmosphere of Makoto Ogasawara has obviously changed since Makoto Ogasawara went inside the anus in the science room. But I didn't dogged him when I said he'd changed. This was an act I started this morning after suddenly pushing me into my room, and until yesterday, I was walking on two feet properly.
Leaving the dog alone, it was strangely bright. It is also faintly stained with spare time. I mean, it feels like I'm imposing like I used to, or being strong, like those things have healed.
But he's strong enough to push me into my room like this on holiday.
"Look, I can stay here. You can spend as much time as you like. If you want something, you can take it with you. So don't follow me. I have important business to attend to today."
After a grand sigh, he talks to Makoto Ogasawara, who is kneeling on the floor and looking up at me.
"Knock, knock."
Makoto Ogasawara, who lowered his eyebrow butt when he told him not to follow him, sounded sadly.
Oh, you only get sighs. If you ordered me to manipulate the dog, I'd still ask you to take the liberty of pushing him into people's rooms and manipulating the dog.
"You want to follow me that much?
"Wow!"
"Not just for today"
"Knock, knock."
Ogasawara Dog, who was rejected by me and slowly depressed. Come on, even if you leave him here and leave the room, he'll definitely follow you.
Will I tie it with a rope? No, because then you won't be able to move. If I do poorly, I get debilitated.
Then why don't you put a lead on the collar and connect? You can't do that either. If they cut the lead, it doesn't make sense.
When that happens, I just have to ask Makoto Ogasawara to stay on this occasion at his will. Do you feed to do so? Feeding would be the most effective way to make dogs obey.
Kneeling on the spot, I reached for my right hand and touched Makoto Ogasawara's cheek.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Makoto Ogasawara screams sweetly as he narrows his eyes and rubs his cheeks against my palm. I don't care, but the mane of his animals is surprisingly detailed, which is oddly high level.
"Do you want anything? It's special. Instead, leave a proper message."
As he thumbed up his rubbing cheeks, he gently scratched up his salary-flowing dark hair and touched his fingers on his hidden ears.
Makoto Ogasawara, whose ears were touched by me and his cheeks dyed peachy, buried his face in my chest as he embarked on a soothing. And I smell you.
After letting him like it for a while, Makoto Ogasawara's face, which had been buried in his chest, gradually began to drop.
Makoto Ogasawara, whose face reached my belly and could not lower his face any further because of his crouched posture, turned to my groin when he crawled on all fours and gave a chuckle.
This is what you want, even though you say you feed them specially. Well, fine.
The atmosphere wasn't the only thing that changed Makoto Ogasawara. I put it in my anus in the science room, and then I stopped showing frightening gestures. And the oral sex that didn't work out all that well also began to improve rapidly.
Lower the zipper on your trousers while kneeling and take out the one thing that is about to be erected. Makoto Ogasawara chuckles at the tip of one thing just waiting. Its moisturizing soft feel alone made one of my things burst out mucky.
Makoto Ogasawara, who was burying his face in my groin, raised his face as the meat stick softened up and sucked on his tip. And as he made a noise with Choo-Choo and sucked it out, he let go of his lips and tongue, and began licking the tip with a reliever.
"Come on, you're good inside."
Feels and pleasures like a soft organism is entangled in a meat stick. When I raise my voice to its comfort, Makoto Ogasawara, who looks up at me with his upper eyes, delightfully narrows his eyes and twirls his tongue further.
If you're training for oral sex, it's easy for me to let you do whatever you want without keeping my hands on it, but this time it's feeding, not teaching. Besides, what Makoto Ogasawara wants in the end is not to slut his mouth, but to have this meat stick protruding up his anus.
Makoto Ogasawara's anus feels really good. That's where I want to be too, but before you do, you should satisfy Makoto Ogasawara to some degree.
A black knitted piece worn by Makoto Ogasawara, who is obsessed and makes his tongue crawl on my meat stick. By the way, these clothes are what I gave them. He's a uniform even on holidays.
Scrolling up that knitted piece, Makoto Ogasawara, who reacted with a piqun, lowered his face to shame when he looked up at Chirali and me.
The inside of the piece is naturally naked. So when I roll up a piece, there's nothing left to hide Makoto Ogasawara's nudity.
Nudity that becomes dewy enough to roll up a piece.
White, round, well-shaped ass. Creased hips. White back. And breasts pulled by gravity because they're crawling on all fours, swinging as Makoto Ogasawara moves.
If the clothes known above and below, for example the uniform that Makoto Ogasawara wears from time to time, even if he rolls his jacket and exposes his breasts, they are hidden in skirts below. But once the piece is rolled, there's nothing left to hide. Is that sexually embarrassing, Makoto Ogasawara?
But the movement took the form of a waving ass, and it was just like a dog driven by lust.
Bend down slightly and stretch your hands to Makoto Ogasawara's breasts, picking a nipple with your fingers that is firm and pointy at the tip. And he twisted his tight nipples slightly stronger.
"Ugh."
Makoto Ogasawara, who shook his hips vividly, swallowed the tip of the meat stick into his mouth just as it signaled.
Burri and her body tremble unexpectedly at the feel of the meat that she visited abruptly.
If it starts, it has a feverish mouth, but the soothing sensation is the most comfortable when it first comes to the title.
A slightly adorable water noise sounds indoors: Chubby, Kubby. Even though it has improved, it is still developing. But my teeth stopped hitting me and I couldn't shrivel.
As I said, Makoto Ogasawara, who does not try to swallow force, gently shakes his head and lets the tip of the meat stick be drawn, cleverly tongues in his mouth. That tongue is the most improved technique. Really comfortable.
Take care not to hit your teeth when swallowing, and tangle your tongue as you suck it out.
The movement of the tongue is good, but I can't get the pleasure of shaking my head until it reaches its peak. However, erecting the meat stick to its limit and wetting it with spit for the sake of doing the same was well served.
"Ogasawara, it's time to be okay. Keep crawling on all fours and turn your ass on me."
Speaking to Makoto Ogasawara with his nipples in his fingers, Makoto Ogasawara, who spit a meat stick out of his mouth, turned his butt at me with a sledge and on the spot.
White, round, well-shaped ass exposed to my present. The crackling anus that you see between those two hills and this horny hole that is repeatedly crackling and contracting to overflow the love fluid without any hesitation. The pubic nucleus visible beneath it was pushing up the skin to give a slight peek into its twitchy face. Obviously I have an erection.
"Ready? I'm leaving a proper message. The food is in the fridge, and you can use the bath if you like. And the tools are in the closet. Feel free to play with whatever you want."
Speaking to Makoto Ogasawara as he slapped his white ass with his pettine, Makoto Ogasawara, who looked at me with chills behind his back, turned back to the front as Shinsen.
"... wow"
And I replied small.
He is strangely disobedient, but if he replies to my orders, he will not break them first. If you're going to break it, you'll never get back to me.
He ejaculated about twice into Makoto Ogasawara's anus, and wrapped Makoto Ogasawara in a blanket, who was fainting and cramped, after his chamber.
The day before his ordination at the shopping mall, that is, after he started with Makoto Ogasawara and was raided, he did a major remodeling of his room. Even so, the appearance hasn't changed much because there is nothing in the busy.
What changed was the general stash of materials containing information gathered and so on. In other words, when they found it from Makoto Ogasawara, they hid the bad stuff.
It's extremely cumbersome because I have to take it out when I check the material because of it, but I won't have any choice but to know when Makoto Ogasawara will push it.
And the information stored on your computer is fine because you need a PIN to view it.
Or the computer is a treasure trove of information, but I'm not so worried. Anyway, he's a mechanical tone retard with dots.
Makoto Ogasawara has drastically passed his promised time. I don't mind leaving it in tune, but I don't personally prefer to be late for a promise. Rather than, I don't like the plan I put in place breaking down.
The time of the appointment is 10: 00 a.m. I checked the watch and it's already around eleven o'clock.
I knew I should have left it at one shot, not two.
The meeting point is in front of the Arcade Street department store adjacent to the station. The department store is quite famous, and there are no similar department stores nearby. Moreover, it is easy to understand because it is adjacent to the station. That's why I didn't think I had to worry about getting lost without a land book.
Take a small run into Arcade Street and head to your destination with a wave of more people at once.
The speed was slowed where a department store sign was seen in the front and moved to the corner of the brick laid aisle. And go slowly in the hat I brought.
In the meantime, I'll see how it goes. Visualize the foster care at a distance, observe its appearance, and then approach it.
You can think of suddenly cursing at me when you look at me, so depending on the atmosphere, I'm not going to make contact in front of the department store, and I'm going to move to an unpopular place while directing you by email.
But to be honest, I'm a little sorry. I kept in touch with Foster Chung, but he was as obedient to me as before. The voice, the atmosphere, as it was before.
I got slapped, but the purpose is to use it as a trump card for gathering information. If you're obedient, I've never crossed it, but I resented you and wanted to look into your eyes.
He gradually approached the entrance to the department store as he hid himself in a small, standing shop. So I felt uncomfortable, stopping and observing my surroundings.
crowd going out. Among them a young man passes by looking at a point with a chillary. A group that looks like a junior high school student in uniform or as high school students as well. And even a young man in private clothes or a magnificent man in a suit, every one of them sees a chill.
At the end of the men's gaze, just near the entrance to the department store. There are quite a few people standing there because they are commonly used to meet. One of them jumped into my sight.
Girl with chestnut hair tied back. Her eyes were as pale as her hair. Low height but very well balanced overall.
A blue P-coat and a red, green and blue tartan check skirt peeking from the hem of that coat. It's a uniform, but it's not a near-field high school uniform. No, I know that uniform. It was a uniform for the prestigious further school I was supposed to attend, the private Makoto High School.
"Dude, you're lying..."
I swallowed a goku and a spit, and I was confused because I didn't understand the situation.
That chestnut hair. Those tinted eyes. And white skin like snow. No doubt about it, it's inside. But......
"Why is he becoming a beautiful girl comparable to Makoto Ogasawara..."
No, he was certainly quite a pretty girl in foster care. But on the whole, he sounded like a kid, or he said he was snuggly. Anyway, it was plain.
Nevertheless, the current foster care is not flashy either. Ordinary high school students everywhere, rather plain. I knew it was plain. But the plain nature of the applauded the pure atmosphere emanating from the inside.
"Is that why he's so pure? That's what I should know best..."
Too different from the foster care in memory. But when asked how things had changed, he seemed a little grown-up, like he had grown taller or bigger breasts. There is only that degree of difference.
It overlaps beautifully with the foster care in memory, but a contradiction that says it's completely different.
"Eyes... right, eyes are different. I can't believe he's making such a scene in there..."
The men are all looking inside and out, but nobody tries to get close. That's the look and feel of foster care.
He was always a foster child with dark eyes like he lost his light. Yet its colored eyes feel a different force, something like the intimidation emanating from a smaller body, creating an atmosphere that is difficult to come close to.
In short, there are no gaps.
"Um... Customer"
"Hih."
Suddenly I was called from behind, and I almost screamed unexpectedly. Though I didn't lift it up critical.
Looking back, a black polo shirt on a green hat. And a young woman with a green apron stood with a troubled face.
"Would you like to meet someone?
A young woman who hears that easily. Looking around, I was hiding myself in a conifer implant in the corner of the coffee shop's open garden.
I mean, I can't see it from those inside, but it was rounded up by the guests drinking coffee in the open garden, and in short, turned into an easy suspicious person to understand.
A young woman standing at the front of it, or a coffee shop clerk, says, "Are you meeting me? He didn't treat me like a suspicious person by asking me the question.
That's right, you're a customer service professional.
"Shh, excuse me. I'll get you a cup of coffee."
If you say that and bow your head, the clerk who grinned also bows his head.
"Thank you every time. I'll be waiting for you."
And the clerk with his face up said so with a glowing sales smile on his face.
Oh, I need to buy coffee at the takeout on the way home.
"Hey, hey."
As he tried to walk out with his head bowed again to the clerk, a voice heard from behind him and a chill running up his spine, frightened by the feeling of being shouldered.
Then something metallic called gachary that I felt on my wrist. When I lowered my gaze, my left wrist had handcuffs in it.
A chain stretched from the handcuffs is stretched toward the fine wrist, and the handcuffs are also inserted into the wrist.
Looking back in horror, a girl stood smiling and laughing.
Chestnut hair and tinted eyes. And a blue P-coat at a lower height.
Rikatsu was approaching my back at some point.
"Ya, hey..."
Lift your right hand up sassy and make a loving laugh, pulling your left hand into that gap. But there is no indication that the handcuffs fitted will come off just by making a chatter and a metal noise.
"Hey."
A foster child with his left hand gently raised to do my mane.
Stupid, impossible. I didn't expect that inside to work such barbaric acts. No, I can understand if you resent me, but I can't believe you put cuffs in front of the public.
"Oh, there's the lady. Don't be surprised how blue your face is. Because it's toy cuffs."
Lifting his right hand as he smiled and laughed inside said such a thing. In line with the movement of my right hand inside it, I can make a rattling noise and force my left hand to lift too.
Looking back, the clerk was looking at us. That would be so. Everyone will be surprised the day they witness the scene where they can put the handcuffs in grand daylight.
"This guy's my boyfriend, but he's a free man who hates restraints. If we don't catch him this way, he's going somewhere. That's why they captured him."
As always, he smiles and explains plainly to the clerk. The extra spare stain appeared to have begun to calm the clerk down.
That's right, toy cuffs. Because of this metallic texture and weight, it's obviously real.
"Oh, and I'm going to have tea, so I'm a caramel mocha. And to the good guy over here, he's in America. Nice to meet you."
A bright and frivolous attitude that is roughly Rikanaka. It's the very high school girl who looks retarded. The clerk, swallowed by the light atmosphere, smiled and bowed his head as he stroked his chest down, walking towards the store.
attitude during foster care. I know this is an act. But fundamentally different from the previous foster care.
An alarm ringing in the brain. If resentment, anger, anger, remorse, such negative emotions are swirling, I understand the story. But I feel no such atmosphere, no signs, no fine dust from inside.
"Finally, I see you. Not at all, he's gone without saying anything..."
Sweet smell that plunders the fuzz and nose. Then the soft feeling I visited.
When I lowered my gaze, Foster Chung was holding me.
"If you'd told me to wait, I'd have waited a long time, even if I never saw you again. But you didn't have to tell me. I waited in the end. But you can say a word or so. I wonder why this is such a tundra, this guy..."
An awesome chill rushes up my spine to the voice in foster care that reached my ear.
I don't know, but this is that one, you better run. You should definitely do that. Yeah, my instincts tell me.
"Oh, me, if you say so... I had something important to do..."
"Yes, yes, because I'll hang out with you later. Let's have some tea first, shall we? Your husband?
I tried to pull myself back gently, but I couldn't escape because I was handcuffed. But my instincts are crying out for me to run. He gave me a shiny smile that I had never seen before.
"He said you can't run away. Mr. Castle Island would never scratch a girl's body, would he? That's why I handcuffed him. If I can't pull it, I'll get hurt. You can't pull it, can you? Trouble, huh? Yes, let's have tea with me honestly."
That's what I said. Stasta and I walked out. They caught me in foster care, and I walked out, too.
Use your body as a threat material. It does work as a threat to me. I think it's better to scratch a woman's body.
If there is a wound originally, that's fine. But I'll hurt you. I enjoy falling for sluts while the girl I thought was beautiful meets me. There can be no such thing as scratching and satisfying the desire to dominate.
Threats that exploit my taste. It's incredible that foster care would use such a ploy.
"You, what the hell has happened in the last two years?
Walking around in foster care, I ask the back of it.
Stopped at my inquiry, Reinaka looked back at me with a pure smile like a child.
"I was just following Mr. Castle Island's instructions. Shame on you more. Resist if you don't want to. Don't lose sight of yourself. Don't get flushed by things. Don't be afraid. Fallen into a meat potty. What are you afraid of? Says."
The words in foster care bring back memories of the time.
I did say that in foster care where everything was flush and irresistible, but that's why it's too different.
We got to the round table set up in the open garden, but we can't sit face-to-face because of the handcuffs. I sit side by side leaning in because of it.
And when it comes to foster care, he's in a good mood for coffee.
"Hey Reichung, you don't resent me?
I couldn't stand to hear it while I was inside showing how much I had betrayed my expectations.
"Buh!? Whoa, whoa - ha!? Why should I resent Mr. Castle Island?
Focused on me as I spurted out my coffee.
Did you finally stare at me? Things are totally different, but let's just say the expectation that Inner Chung will stare at me with resentment came true.
I got my hand in my pocket, and when I take out my handkerchief, I pull in and wipe it around my mouth.
"It's quite a thing to feel stronger, but don't throw up coffee in front of the masses. If your character is bad, you'll be suspicious of my character that created you."
The nursery, whose eyes were narrowed to my inquiry, has been honestly wiped with its mouth.
What matters is transformation. Where a woman with no character has been disturbed from the beginning, there is no disloyalty or decadent charm. Usually he acts clearly pitiful, and a man lusts because such a pure woman is bored by sluts.
"Hey, Mr. Castle Island, let's go somewhere we can be alone. I don't care if it's a park or an abandoned house. I don't mind right now, but I'm a little unsure about keeping my voice down..."
Suddenly he followed me into foster care. Hold that face down, and push it back in gleefully.
Why is he having an affair when he sees you? Oh, that's what I made it to be, if you say so.
"Ugh, well, I didn't expect it this time, so nothing..."
He grabbed me in the face and pushed me back into foster care, and he's sighing small as he complains about bumps.
Apparently, he still has memories as a meat potty. But it's aggressive behavior that I don't think I'm in foster care, such as inviting people from me.
"Me, come on, I'm the student chairman in Makoto right now."
"Buh!? Ho-ho, ha-ha-ha, what the heck!?
The moment I left him in foster care and tried to have a cup of coffee, I accidentally erupted the coffee into the language in foster care.
"Your husband's character is like this. Then you're convinced the meat potty is bad."
"Ugh, loud! I guess it's because you suddenly say something terrible!
When I yelled inside as I peeled, I took out my handkerchief and wiped my mouth when I got my hand in the pocket of my P-coat.
Pay the hand inside it and stare.
You think I'm the student chairman in Makoto? Impossible. Makoto has strict rules when running for student chairman.
No, there are no rules on the face of it, and anyone can run for it. But implicit rules exist.
The recommendation is not acceptable. Only those who are willing to run for student chairman themselves shall have the right.
Only those who maintain grades within the top five in the academic year have the right to run.
Only those who complete these two back rules will be allowed to run.
Raising your own name without getting a recommendation is not a problem. The problem is that I will maintain my top five grades in the school year.
Since Rikanaka has also survived Makoto's entrance exam, it would be natural to have a good grade. But I must have taken the Makoto exam pretty hard.
Yet you say that at some point you can beat up enough grades to be named to the top five of the prestigious Makoto Mausoleum?
If I had received it, I would have been able to enroll in Makoto. But when it comes to being within the top five in the school year, I'm honestly not sure.
That means foster care has surpassed me.
"I know what Mr. Castle Island is thinking. I'm not running, I'm not in the top five."
"... what?
Not even within the top five if you're not running for office? What do you mean?
"It is said that the traditional case of Makoto's Jane. You know, that legendary Castle Island stash boy, he's kind of been given a great deal of treatment, me."
"Legend or secret?
"Yes, yes."
I don't know why. Let me out of your mouth? You just want to tell a lie and surprise me?
Makoto isn't that sweet. There's nothing to change tradition about. In Makoto, which values its traditions and formats, the student chairman is just Makoto's face. Says the top five have the right to run, but in the end it is the chairman who is to be elected.
However, it is also a tradition for those who aspire to prestigious universities to struggle to be eligible for candidacy because they are given various advantages even if they were able to run for student chairman in Makoto.
Anyway, I just qualified to run for student chairman, which makes me a big weapon when I take college.
"There was a girl from a mother and child family somewhere."
"What?"
I suddenly threw a surprised gaze at the foster care I spoke of, but the inner one, who has no way of caring, has closed his eyes and is skillfully chested.
"Your mother worked crazily to death and fell overworked. That's why I couldn't even pay for lunch, and the girl became a fig target."
"Hey, what the fuck..."
In the middle of nowhere, even when I talk to him, he doesn't seem to answer. That's what mother-child girls are all about.
"Then a mean boy suddenly appeared. I want to use you as a meat potty so I can pay for lunch. He was a really lame boy."
"... cum"
Stop it, stop it. I have no words to give it back even if they say it's unscrupulous. I was a kid, too. Please don't dig back into black history.
The reason I laid eyes on him during foster care was certainly caused by figs. A miserable girl who couldn't even pay for lunch and was wearing clothes with holes. I thought it would be easy for him to teach.
"The girl has decided to obey. Because somehow I thought I should listen to the boy. And when I realized, the girl was walking down a flower path full of flowers."
"... a full flower path, you, you enjoyed tutoring so much? Surely you've been honest from the start."
He had eyes like a dead fish in his foster care back then. I couldn't tell if it was fun or not, but was it that much fun?
"Aren't you stupid? You were scared at first."
"... relieved to hear that"
The whole place stares at me on the sidelines.
"My meat potty's gonna be made out of my own hands. Huh! Or something like that, and at the same time you went to middle school, someone started working part-time, right? To pay my tuition."
"Oh, yeah, I didn't want to depend on my parents."
My mother fell into foster care and I couldn't even pay for secondary school because of the hospital fees. So you started working part-time by saying the tutoring didn't go smoothly.
I never wanted to rely on my parents, and then I had to do something about it myself.
No, I got a meat potty, too. I was young back then......
"You paid my tuition for the part-time fee I earned. Stretch me up to the student chairman. When he realized he was kidding me, he was scared of me."
"No, that's right, so to make you masturbate at the whole school rally -"
"That felt good enough to die"
"... well, that's good to hear"
This is why he can't. Shame on you. Shame on you.
"Well, I was getting cuter, too? I found out about the jerk back in elementary school. He threatened me, but could someone put him in a trap and crush him?
"Oh, it was easy to crush them because they were all idiots when they were in middle school"
I did get more guys to stick with me in foster care from the time I went to middle school. I could have left them alone, but some of them tried to use foster care by a little forceful means. This one says he's been tutoring until he works part-time.
Something annoyed me, so I crushed it.
"Who was in the hospital for payback?
"Ugh, I was an idiot too..."
Well, even if they said junior high, I was junior high, too. Besides, the other party had a basic inmate party. Sometimes the stuffing of the measures is sweet and suitable for payback.
... Oh, embarrassing to remember. You can crush it now without leaving any evidence.
"Mr. Castle Island may not know, but the rumor that Mr. Castle Island was attached to my back was quite famous. He said he'd crush me if he gave me his hand. Besides, the legendary mastermind who stretched the fighter child of the mother-child family to the popular student chairman."
"... how long have you known the rumor?"
"Hmm, is it about the best summer in the middle?
"... are you serious?"
I didn't know such rumors were circulating. Then I can also snort that Inner Chung was somewhat submissive.
"So now I'm Makoto's student chairman. Besides, among the presidents of historical students, there is a support rate for cutthroats. Besides, I'm a super pretty girl, so even if I get sued every day - oh, my God."
"... you've got a good character inside"
"That's disgusting?
"Sort of."
With a beautiful girl beyond herself? Indeed, during fostering, she grew into a beautiful girl rarely seen by you. But if I say so myself, it's ruined.
"Eh heh, good for you"
"What is it?"
"Um, because I wanted Mr. Castle Island to be upset"
"What?"
He wants me to get upset. It's a huge success at the moment. I can't help but be upset when I'm talking to my current foster home.
"I've been thinking a lot about this for the last two years. Regarding the cause of Mr. Castle Island putting up a lettel for my failure. That must have been because I couldn't entertain Mr. Castle Island at the time, right?
Kusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
"Mr. Castle Island's frustration is the message that you care. He wants me to give in because he's frustrated. What do you think? I'm pretty attractive right now, huh? Do you have the confidence to yield to me?
When I heard the words in it, it was Makoto Ogasawara that came to my mind.
Even as I pretend to be submissive, I strangely rebel, and then I can't read my thoughts. Even though I remain frustrated with Makoto Ogasawara, I am adamant with Makoto Ogasawara.
"When you look at that face, you think it might be what he said in foster care, right? Hey? Isn't that right? Oh, I read my thoughts to a certain extent. Well, then the legendary schemer is a shape-shifter."
A luscious flush incompatible with the child's face and a red tongue licking the moisturizing thin peach lips with perdition.
Rikanaka is trying to piss me off. How dare you piss me off and get my hands on me?
Interesting. It's a really interesting transformation. Apparently, you've really grown over the last two years.
"... you, are you fighting and selling?
I stare inside with a laugh in it.
"I'm selling. I'm selling. If it's on your mind, why don't you let it ring? But Mr. Castle Island knows it's not like giving in to Ike's, right?
Kusuri laughed with an extra look, Rikanaka unbuttoned one of the P-coats she was wearing as she pointed her challenging gaze at me.
"Naturally."
That's what I said and stood up. Following me, I also stood up in foster care.
"I called you. The requirements are behind me. I'll distort that confident face."
"Yay! I gave up, but you're gonna try to stir it up!
I jumped right in the middle of foster care and I held him in my arms.
If I had stayed inside, I would have just told him what I was doing and left this place. But not in the current foster care. I can't imagine you giving in no matter how much I blame you.
"I guess it's ready to use, huh?
"It's common sense to always keep your butt clean if you're dealing with Mr. Castle Island."
"Good answer. I don't hate you right now."
When I said that and tried to walk out, the inside hugging me in my arms shivered with bicum. And he's barking his breath as he dyes his cheeks bright red.
"What's up?
"Oh, hey, hey, they poked me..."
He looks up at me with his moist eyes as he rubs his thighs together.
"I didn't think Mr. Castle Island would tell me I loved it. I was so slightly annoyed... I had to."
"Ah? Who said I love it, etc? Stupid or you."
When I laughed in the light of my words, I said things that I didn't understand, such as, "I've mastered the tundelle language."
Who is Tundele? Is your eye a pit?