A foster child dyed his face bright red to burn stares at me with hateful eyes that are neither angry nor resentful.
Being taken head-on without escaping or hiding from that gaze, I sit deep in my chair, leg up, elbow on my desk, jaw on my hand, and still observe the slutty banquet that is raging in front of me with a nigga laughing.
"Shh, it's amazing! It's muggy yet wet and easy to unplug!
In foster care crawling on all fours naked on the table. Makoto Ogasawara, kneeling in the front of that ass, raised his dismay as he pumped a polar tube of test inserted zuppoli into his anus in foster care with his pants.
"Oh, ugh, well, Makoto, damn, don't be so fierce - you can't"
Reinaka, who blushes even more against the act, is shaking her neck full and sideways, begging forgiveness with tears.
"When you unplug the test tube, it moves naughty inside!
Makoto Ogasawara, who ignores the plea in foster care, thrust the polar test tube to the root in the anus of the foster care with a zuppoli, peeking inside the test tube with sparkling eyes, raised an even more astonishing voice.
I told you not to hesitate, but you really don't hesitate. Makoto Ogasawara, do it inside. It's still dangerous to look at him sweetly.
"Ogasawara, Rikanaka has considerable experience as an assistant at my place. He's a big senior to you. Look, don't be shy. To say no to an experienced senior is an insult, not an honor."
That's what I say to Makoto Ogasawara when I squeeze my face tight.
"Yes!
Makoto Ogasawara, hearing that my words, replied vigorously with a serious expression, once again began to draw the polar test tube inserted into the anus of the foster care with his pants.
"Oh, no, I hope it's not that intense. - Heh."
During the fostering, where the lower back was freaked out and cramped every time the test tube was extracted, his whole body was dyed peachy and he began to eject massive amounts of sweat.
I guess if you give yourself up to the pleasure it brings, you'll be stunning. But you don't like juniors getting mad at you, in the middle of eating up your teeth and enduring while shaking your neck to the side violently.
"Shh, it's amazing! If I'd been so panted, I'd be freaking out over and over again! I knew Senior Reichung was amazing! Wow, I'm - I'm so cool! Perfect!"
Makoto Ogasawara, who stopped letting the test tube be drawn in, threw words all over the inside like that with a tense face as he let sweat pass on his cheeks, stood up and moved his hands flat and started playing chick mane.
I don't care what you think, you just look like you're fooling around in foster care, but that look is serious in itself.
"Ha!? If I lay an egg, it will come out again, as if I trained hard and the piggy turned into a chicken! Then are you retraining from scratch again, Senior!?
Makoto Ogasawara, who has stopped moving his hands with Patapata, is asking inside about something that he doesn't understand because he looks stunned.
When I was asked about foster care, I looked at Chirali and me in a bewildered manner, still blushing to burn.
- Mr. Castle Island, this kid, I don't know what you're talking about.
The colored eyes that looked at me were silently about to sue me.
"Easy, Ogasawara. If you become a chicken, laying an egg is not yours. So don't worry, the experience will never go away. And if a chick hatches from an egg you lay, that means you can have an apprentice. Got it?
"Hey, I see! That's Mr. Castle Island!
Instead of being in a baffled foster home, I answer, Makoto Ogasawara, instantly dyed his cheeks peachy, seemingly shuddered and struck by emotion as he stared at me.
I answered Makoto Ogasawara's question naturally even with a flash attitude, but in fact, I don't understand what Makoto Ogasawara is saying, just like Minaka. Whatever you think, Makoto Ogasawara's thought circuit is strange. I can also snort at the confusion in foster care.
But I have a day long for Makoto Ogasawara and his first meeting in foster care. Moreover, by intertwining Makoto Ogasawara inside, I was able to observe and analyze Makoto Ogasawara's strange behavior objectively and gently.
Sorry to be in foster care, but this has turned out better than I expected.
"Ogasawara, try Nipples and pubic nuclei of Senior Rikanaka also. I need you to borrow Senior Rikanaka's body to keep an eye on how it affects your anus by stimulating your sexy belt."
"Ha, ha!
"Ugh... it's terrible, Mr. Castle Island. I thought you'd be forgiven for everything if you were a senior... but I don't feel bad..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who responds cheerfully to my words and salutes them in a bishy manner, and Minaki, who is gagged and leaning down to zero stupidity.
He's obviously upset about me and being stupid, but he likes Makoto Ogasawara. Seeing that and Makoto Ogasawara have also missed inside in an instant, apparently the two of them are not incompatible.
"Senior Foster Chung, do you get breast milk?
"What!? What are you suddenly saying?
Makoto Ogasawara, who unloaded the hand he was saluting, turned back inside with a crisp trick, tightening his expression and rolling out a question without a thump.
In a hurry. I'm about to be swallowed by a vortex of confusion without understanding Makoto Ogasawara's question.
I know painfully well that foster care is confusing. But it's funny how you look at it objectively.
That's right, Makoto Ogasawara's guy, was he still into breast milk?
"I want to get it out. Shh! Breast milk!
"What!? Enough to emphasise with the inversion method!?
Makoto Ogasawara clenching his fist in front of his chest, inside scratching cold sweat with his eyes black and white.
"I want to get it out. Shh! Breast milk!
"I hear you. Yikes!? Say it once and you'll see. Yikes!?
Makoto Ogasawara, who complains about wanting to breast milk again by ignoring the penetration in the foster care, puts a bright penetration inside with a polar test tube inserted into his anus while crawling naked on all fours on the table.
The story isn't engaging at all, but he and the others breathe perfectly.
"Will Senior Foster Chung leave? Me."
"Oh, hey, I look like I've had a pregnancy experience!?
"That's not the problem, what I want to know is do I get breast milk or not?"
"What!? That's not the problem, because I think breast milk and pregnancy are a problem that can't be cut!?
Inside the Ogasawara Makoto, who shakes his neck in full full with sighs, puts a firm penetration even as he gets confused.
I would know if I had ever dealt with Makoto Ogasawara. I wonder how foster care is being hunted down.
Normally, it's not strange that you're beating me up with a clean bum.
"Senior Foster Chung, this is the idea of reversal. If it's impossible to give your baby the breast milk he needs, you can give him the breast milk he doesn't need. Then you don't have to get pregnant. Different?
"What!? Huh!? Reverse thoughts!? Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know where you reversed it. No! And I don't think breast milk is what babies don't need!
Inside that word of Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes as if he had come up with something hah, puts a penetration into discipline as he almost cried.
In foster care, you, if you're not very helpless, your spirit will be polluted.
"Ogasawara, if you're wondering if Senior Rikanaka can or can't give you breast milk, you can try milking Senior Rikanaka. That solves the problem."
I decided that I wouldn't have the spirit of being in foster care if I left it too much, and I followed him up.
"Hey, I see! That's Mr. Castle Island!
"I'll do something extra..."
Makoto Ogasawara looked back at me with a full smile and inside staring at me with a blurry look like he bit a bitter bug.
"Bye... Senior Reichung! Excuse me!
"Ki, Mr. Castle Island's bastard!
Makoto Ogasawara, who praised him toward the foster home, hunched his nose as he raised his face and laid both knees on the spot.
On the other hand, I don't even try to escape from the table, which is crawling on all fours, staring at me with tears.
"Mine is highly reddish, but Senior Foster Chung's is a beautiful peach. And it's so tight..."
In foster care crawling on all fours naked on the table. Makoto Ogasawara, kneeling beside him, slightly bent down and reached out and picked a peachy nipple at the tip of his breast with his fingers. And as he dyed his cheeks, he raised his admiration and began to scowl his picked nipples.
"Ahem, Makoto, you can touch it, so please don't explain it."
Rikanaka, who thereby raised her sweet voice, pleads with a crying voice when she sees Makoto Ogasawara on the side.
Hmm, you definitely seem to feel comfortable getting your nipples banged, but it's a lot different than how I reacted when I touched it. In other words, the sensitivity in foster care varies depending on the target audience, which means that there is a great deal of mental involvement.
Are you saying that the only thing that makes foster care the culmination of a whispering attack is mental fullness, pleasure, and shame, rather than physical pleasure?
"Then I'll squeeze it. Which way, which way, which way, which way."
Makoto Ogasawara alternately pulls both nipples down, picked with his fingers. Plus, it's not just pulling, it slips your fingers from the root of your nipple to the tip as you pull, and crushes it cuddly and gently. It is cleverly alternating with the sequence of motions.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh - yeah, Makoto's too serious to go in there."
And whenever the nipple is pulled, the sweet whisper is raised during foster care, his hips are freaked out to interact with the whisper, and he shakes his head (wearing it) with tears as he looks at the flickering and Makoto Ogasawara.
"Hey, Mr. Castle Island! When I started squeezing it, it suddenly grew stronger and bigger! This is - you may leave!
"Right, we might get out, come on, Ogasawara"
"Hin, so I hope you won't answer."
Makoto Ogasawara, who looked at me with a cold sweat on his cheek, asked me as he continued to milk cleverly. Answering that question, a penetration breaks in from the middle of foster care.
"Whichever, whichever... um, you're not going out"
Makoto Ogasawara, who keeps squeezing his two nipples cuckoo alternately, releases his finger from one nipple. He then wiped the sweat that had surfaced on his forehead with the back of his hand away from his nipple, squirming bossoftly as he sighed small.
"That's why I'm telling you I'm not answering..."
I'm inside putting a penetration into that Makoto Ogasawara, but I can't seem to get him to listen to me. Pathetically......
"Ugh... Makoto, you know, so it's the mountains I want to get you out..."
As the milking was temporarily interrupted and she stroked her breasts down, she lowered her eyebrow butt and looked sorry at Makoto Ogasawara.
Well, do you want to breastfeed him in foster care? I see. Then you should put in a follow up.
"Ogasawara, why don't you smoke it? If you aspirate it, it might come out."
"Ha!? That's enough!
I reached out to Makoto Ogasawara, who was lost in the trail. Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes to my suggestion, stares jiggly at the erect nipples inside as he touches his lips.
"Castle Island, come on! Don't make this kid do anything extra! I'm gonna suck this kid! I really don't want to smoke!
Did you realize that he meant it, inside screaming at me as he was half-baked?
What a busy attitude to give me an opinion. I don't see the color of reflection at all.
"Ogasawara, if you use your mouth to aspirate, spur the remaining nipples with your fingers. And one hand would be free, right? Stimulate the pubic nucleus with that empty hand. The secret to breast milking is that overproduction of female hormones by pleasure greatly affects"
"I see!
Makoto Ogasawara, who was listening to my words, which were hard to speak, with a nod, saw Minato in foster care with a crisp look when he blinked a star in his eyes and nodded loudly.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Whoa! I was busy! I'm gonna change my mind, so don't make this kid do any more unnecessary things!
In the sight of Makoto Ogasawara, Rikanaka looks at me rattling and desperately apologizing when he trembles like a herbivore captured by a carnivore. But I ignored the inside like that.
He used to shield me at the warehouse a few times. Besides, that's all that insulted me in front of the condo. Reflect at best, you idiot.
A strange development that Makoto Rikanaka and Makoto Ogasawara get along well. It was a delightful miscalculation for me. As far as I'm concerned, I thought it would be a lot more trouble.
The beginning of this is inside. And responsibility is in custody. You said it yourself, so wipe your ass yourself. I don't know.
I went home to the apartment and saw Makoto Ogasawara waiting for me, and Rikanaka really liked Makoto Ogasawara.
Rather than that, Rikanaka seemed to like Makoto Ogasawara before he had a glimpse. Yes, from the moment he walked into the front door and saw it, Rikanaka certified Makoto Ogasawara as his sister.
When I arrived at the apartment with my foster care on my back, I tongued as I looked up at the apartment.
The lights in my room are on. That means Makoto Ogasawara is still sitting in my room.
Most importantly, Makoto Ogasawara doesn't possess the keys to my room, so if I leave without him, he will leave the keys open.
I mean Makoto Ogasawara, who shows serious and disciplined character at the point of need, even though I was treading that he wouldn't leave with the key unlocked, but I wanted him to leave if possible.
However, sooner or later, Makoto Ogasawara will realize the existence of Shizuka Ogasawara than to conduct a background check on Shizuka Ogasawara in Rikanaka. If you're going to know anyway, you should let me know in this superior state.
And high school is off tomorrow for the holidays, but Foster Chung has to be back in the area by tomorrow. And the next one comes early, but four nights later. You can use those four days to soften up Makoto Ogasawara.
Nevertheless, I don't even think I can be so easily flexible. We can't even see how he's going to get out of foster care. When there is no idea, it becomes difficult to work out a ploy in itself.
When that happens, there will be no other way than to have it move well from foster care. That makes it inevitable and necessary for us to meet today.
"In foster care, we're going to talk about something important. Hit everything in your head without missing a word from me."
"Huh? Ugh, yeah. I'm fine because I'm good at memorizing..."
Before entering the apartment, I decided to drop him off from his back and explain the details of Makoto Ogasawara.
The foster care I got off my back, although I'm still shaking my knees, seems to have managed to recover to a state where I could stand if I had grabbed it.
When I checked that and took my wallet out of my pants pocket, I pulled a picture out of the inside and gave it to the inside.
"Look, I'll tell you first. Don't let his appearance fool you. If you look sweet, it hurts."
"Ugh, yeah. But you're not gonna bite me, are you?
Receiving the photo I gave him, Rikanaka looked up at me anxiously and inquired. I can't answer that question instantly.
Whether or not he suddenly bites. If he is, he is likely to do it flat enough to bite.
"I can't deny the possibility, but I will definitely stop. Don't get too close to him. Try to keep a radius of two meters."
"... Huh? Just kidding me, do you really bite? What kind of child..."
Foster, who blued his face and swallowed up gokuri and spit, saw a picture in his hand when he lowered his fearful gaze. At that moment, his eye-opening foster care stared at the photograph so that he could eat in.
"Beautiful..."
And I shrugged with relief.
Well, I guess the reaction in foster care I saw the pictures is natural. Anyway, pictures don't say things. Just copy it and don't tell me what's in it.
And Makoto Ogasawara is a first-class product.
"Listen carefully, Reichi, I was confused by the way Soitz looked too. Poor girl at first glance, but the contents are completely separate. You should think I'm in charge of the Funny Artist's mess. No, it's not just a mess. He's such a pain in the ass that he's gonna wear a mess. Should I say penetrating kills? Besides, he pokes his mind at me. If you lose your mind for a moment, you'll be swallowed up in his world all at once."
You were listening to me or staring at the photo without even responding, when I tilted my neck, I cheated the photo. As soon as I saw it, I felt my whole body bubble, and I reached toward the picture that the inside had.
But while I was staring at the photograph, I couldn't even lift my face.
Shit, what I did.
"Sachi, take that picture back without saying anything."
"... heh"
Soothingly narrowed his eyes, Reinaka stares at the photograph, drawing a smile. Give me the other picture I hid under the picture I gave you.
"If you're such a cute sleeping face, you'll want to take pictures and keep them in your purse by accident."
Inside with a nigga and a black grin, he raised his blue muscles on his temples.
"Bye, you idiot! No, it's not! I just decided it was necessary to explain the difference between when I was opening my eyes and when I was closing them, and nothing else!
Difference. Difference. I just happened to have it in my possession to show the difference between my face when I was awake and my face when I slept in order to explain Makoto Ogasawara's appearance during foster care. I don't usually carry it with me.
"Yes, yes, right, to explain the difference."
Staring at me with his jito eyes, Makoto Ogasawara turned to me with a photograph of Makoto Ogasawara's sleeping face, and he was shaking in a perky manner. You don't believe my explanation, do you?
"That's why I'm not. I know you're following me! I know you're saying it's a difference!
It has already been proven in the alley of Arcade Street to say that it is impossible to take the photograph from Rikanaka, who is thoroughly committed to taking it.
"So to explain the difference, right? You said you were convinced."
"Then stop that jito eye, you idiot!
"I'm sorry. I was born with these eyes."
"Holy shit, you son of a bitch!
I felt a freckle and blue muscle floating up my temples in my little habit, in my eyes as if they were looking at me and in the tone that made me look stupid.
Son of a bitch, okay, if you're into it, I have an idea.
"Are you jealous? Are you jealous? Then I'll show you. Look, this is a picture of Makoto Ogasawara inserting a test tube into his anus! This is a photograph of a time when the pubic nucleus is crushed! There's more! If you want to be jealous, do it yourself, you idiot!
He pulled the photo out of his purse while standing so still that he threw it toward him in foster care.
Look at me. I can't forgive you. I'll never forgive you.
"Heh, ahhh. There's nothing wrong with pictures like that. I know you're tutoring, and hey. I personally get the most pictures of this sleeping face. I don't know, mercy comes through, huh? It's like I photographed the sleeping face of a boxed girl that doesn't hurt to put it in my eyes, and I'm annoyed"
When he crouched on the spot, he started picking up pictures scattered all over the ground.
Fuck you. This pussy. To the habit of outlet meat potty where you get one thing stuck in your anus and you can only say hihihihihi.
Angry enough that the blood vessels on my head were going to cut off, I tried to figure out how to punish them, but the thought circuit is on the verge of being short with anger.
Calm down, calm down first. And don't get hot. It's not like me. I'm evil, outrageous, out-of-town and lonely. What am I supposed to do when I'm upset about something like that?
"Hmm? Huh?... this."
I was desperately trying to contain my anger like a fiery fire, and the movement in the foster care that was picking up pictures scattered across the ground stopped perfectly.
When I peered in wondering what was going on, my heart, which was so burning, froze in an instant.
"Oh, calm down, foster, listen carefully, I just happened to have that picture. Oh, yeah, I was gonna throw it away, but I totally forgot. I have no other intention. Nothing at all."
Lipid sweat erupting from all over the body. In addition to that, my knee is about to tremble on its own.
"This is why Mr. Castle Island... really, I'm not being honest anymore..."
That being said, the photo picked up by Rikanaka was a photograph of Rikanaka next to the school gate on the day of middle school graduation.
I tried to throw it away, put it in my purse, and I just totally forgot. It's true, I was going to throw it away. But I didn't even forget to throw it away because it was a photograph that didn't matter.
"Mr. Castle Island's... Bhaka"
Potatoes and drops according to the ground. During his luxurious shoulder-trembling foster care, he stared behind the picture and laughed.
"Lianzhong Saint, you are not weak. I even wrote these messages. You were gonna give it to me on graduation day? And yet you honestly can't give it to me and you've had it all along? Haha, I'm in trouble......"
Crying and laughing, the foster child slowly stood up as he pressed the picture against his chest looking important, and when he approached me, he buried his face in my chest.
"Please, don't make me like you any more. Because I already love it to the limit. And yet... Bye."
"Shut up, you idiot. You idiot."
He's in foster care with his face buried in my chest and trembling. I just forgot the picture while trying to throw it away in my purse, but you wouldn't believe how much I explain it inside right now.
Then forget it, take it personally, you big idiot.
I entered the apartment, went through the hall and rode the elevator. Next to me, I'm in an unusually good mood. I've been mumbling my nose song for a while now and it's very wussy.
Yeah, well, if you're wrong about foster care, you'll be more obedient to me. Yes, it's all part of my ruse. I showed you that picture as a wasp.
As scripted. Uhm, as scripted indeed.
So I decided to forget about it first, and once inside, I told him as much information as I could about Makoto Ogasawara.
Especially important is to say that me and Makoto Ogasawara are training for massages and that Rikanaka was my assistant when I was local. In other words, Rikanaka was the brotherly presence of Makoto Ogasawara, who ordered him to play it thoroughly.
I thought it would be somewhat foolish, but I accepted in two replies with a full smile.
Heh heh, Rikanaka fitted in nicely with my ruse to show me the wax and the pictures.
Hehe, I laughed because I'm more submissive on my own without even knowing I was shown the waza and the pictures.
Kukukukuku, you're saying it's worth showing that photo as a wasp because it fits so well into a ruse so far.
The trick is to make it look natural. Wazza and but nature, yes, just wazza and make it look natural. This is the hard part, but I did it.
Hehe, I'm more amazing than I think I am. Yeah, I'm awesome.
"You showed me the wax and the pictures, didn't you? It's a ruse, isn't it? I'm glad it went well. So what?
"Oh, well, it fits nicely. Kukukukuku, this is why idiots are so easy to handle. - Hmm?
"Puppy."
He returned to me and glanced at the nursery standing next to him. You noticed that gaze of mine, and when you looked at me chillly, Niyaniya laughs as you cover your mouth with your hands.
... Let's imprison him until he breaks his mind.
"Ri Zhong"
"Huh."
"You're gonna get real pretty."
"It's Rikai. A defiant attitude towards Mr. Castle Island is unacceptable. Therefore, you will be severely punished."
"That's fine."
Nico laughs at my words and answers inside.
"I will spoil and accept any punishment...... I mean, I want to be punished quickly and already..."
As I dyed my cheeks and looked up at me, I rolled my own skirt. An infinite influx of love fluid from dewy, hairless female genitals propagates white thighs.
Yeah, you slut. I will never forgive you for crying all this time.
The elevator door opens and steps out.
"Ah."
A foster child stepped out after me and screamed a small scream. Turn around and reach out smoothly, holding onto the front laid-back foster care center.
I've been shivering my knees in the elevator. I thought it would be cocky within that time, but it was still what I expected.
That's why I told you to hold onto me. Yet he didn't stop pushing the photo against his chest with both hands.
Says there's no pills to put on stupid, but it's true.
"Damn, that's why I'm telling you to hold on to me."
"Shit. I don't want to let go of the picture."
"One hand would be enough for a photo. I hope you're just holding onto me with your other hand."
"Shit. It doesn't make sense if you don't have both hands."
Keeping his expression tight, he shook his neck fully inside. This defiant attitude while I tell you that I will be punished for spoiling. You're not reflecting at all.
But from the look on his face in foster care, I feel the will never to pull off about the photographs.
It's a waste of time to be asking questions here.
"Enough, do as you please. Instead, be prepared because I will raise the punishment."
"Heh? Yikes!?
I decided it was useless to say that I could hold him in foster care.
The room is at the end of your eyes and nose, and it's easier to just carry it. Besides, I have a small body and a light weight while I'm in foster care.
"… oh, let me take the trouble"
"You shut up already. If you care, take my orders, you stupid bastard."
"... eheheheheheheheheheh"
Raising a bright smile at my blur, Reinaka knocked Cotten and his head down on my chest, laughing joyfully and closing his eyes as he pressed the picture against my chest with both hands as usual.
"Tong, Tong, I can hear Mr. Castle Island's life beating."
And I shrugged about it.
No, he can't. There are no words for reflection.
Arrive in front of the room, unload the foster care and unlock the door. And I went inside.
"Hih!
"Huh? Duh, what's wrong?!? What... what is that"
The minute I walked into the front door, I almost screamed unexpectedly at the footage that jumped into my sight. Though I didn't lift it up critical.
One painting on the wall in the front of the front door. Its odorous paintings on painting paper are affixed to the wall with cellohan tape.
The sky where dark clouds can stand and the world where temper is swirling. And green objects like giant insect plants cover the earth.
Hell or the demonic world, anyway, I knew at a glance who painted this abstract painting that could be described as mysterious beyond creepy.
But why are you sticking it on the front door? You're exorcising me? Or is it harassment?
"Oh, oh, Rikanaka, I think I was surprised, but it was Makoto Ogasawara who just described that painting. What do you say, do you understand a little? Meaning going into action pushing through the diagonal of the prediction... foster?
He swallowed his gokuli and spit as he scratched a cold sweat, and spoke to him in foster care. But there is no response.
I thought I might have passed out too surprised and looked next door.
"Oh, hey... were you scared enough to cry?
During the foster care in sight, he cried as he stared at the painting. Bite your lower lip, shaking your luxurious shoulders.
"Oh well, that's the kind of girl I am. Oh well..."
And when he grumbled about it, he walked toward the painting so that he could flutter and suck.
"I'm sure this is your portrait view. How hard it is to live a life and you will create a world like this. But, but..."
Standing at the front of the painting on the wall, the foster care gently strokes the painting as if it were merciful.
"An arrow of light that breaks through the dark clouds and stabs the earth. The strong, straight light everywhere is Mr. Castle Island, and you're the little flower that sprouted in the light. Well, haha... if you take Mr. Imashima away, this child will die..."
Words spinning quietly. I felt that each and every word of it contained an unusual amount of pressure.
Rikanaka, who has been stroking the painting for a while, looks back at me with a straight face.
"I can see why Mr. Jojima insisted on investigating it. You can't just save this kid's heart to get rid of this kid's darkness. Besides, I understood what it meant to take this kid personally. The only thing that could really save her was that she needed my help in the same situation."
I looked away at the words in it, and I punched myself in the tongue.
Another spectacular mistake.
"Don't you deny it?
"Ugh."
Rikanaka, who came near me, peeks into my face and laughs. I looked at it sideways, and I struck my tongue again.
Yeah, okay. It would be more convenient if you were mistaken. You won't even have to bother to deny that.
"Leave it to me. Sage Rikanaka, in lieu of this life, but I will try to save this child. Just like you saved me that day... I'll try to save you"
"Be my guest."
He nods loudly as he peeks into my face, an idiot who is getting hot on his own. I walked out when I threw up words toward that idiot.
But there is something I really don't care about, and I stop and look back.
"You in the meat potty don't have the right to use your life as you please. Don't risk your life on your own. Look, don't ever talk about risking your life again. I'm busy when it comes to meat potty."
Do you still think your life is worth it when it comes to meat potty? Replace it with your own life. But I didn't know it would happen.
Give it a try.
"... because I'm not really honest"
During the proper fostering, he sighed in a small way and rushed towards me as his eyes glowed with a full grin.
That you're not being honest? Don't be ridiculous. No one would be as honest with desire as I am.
Besides, it's a root meat potty to be glad to be told you don't have the right to take your own life at will, Koz. Funny, at all.
Crayons placed on the floor and painting paper laid on the floor as well. Is it a love product, crayons were pretty much reduced in all colors.
No, the darker the color, the more severely the decrease looks.
"Mr. Castle Island! You're not coming home."
Makoto Ogasawara, who opened the door and walked indoors and noticed that I had come home, interrupted the painting and raised his face. But the moment I turned that gaze behind my back, I stopped the motion perfectly as if time had stopped.
"Ha? Who is that person?
Eyes that have lost their soothing glow. Makoto Ogasawara, solidified with a smile, leaned his neck and groaned so.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I say Rikanaka Saint. Mr. Castle Island and I are together locally."
"Oh, excuse me. Wow, I'm going home."
Sackingly, Rikanaka, who entered in front of me, tried to introduce herself to Makoto Ogasawara with an uncontrolled smile. But Makoto Ogasawara, who blocked the words and raised his voice, stood up and rushed out without even shaking his side as he packed the painting set scattered across the floor in an unmade bag.
When I look inside with Chilali, I see Chilali and me as well. Chinaka closes one eye and winks.
Makoto Ogasawara, who had advanced, tried to escape by breaking right between me and Nakanaka.
Soothingly retreating inside. The move ran out of vivid words. Rikanaka, who backsteps at a speed equal to the advance of Makoto Ogasawara, softly hugs Makoto Ogasawara.
I guess you thought it would collide. Makoto Ogasawara closed his eyes and stifled his body, but no shock or anything. I guess I never thought of doing backsteps or anything like that at a rate comparable to my progression. Besides, the starting dash is ahead of Makoto Ogasawara. Yet the movement of Makoto Ogasawara on speed by the perfect time means that Makoto Ogasawara moves several times faster.
"Yes, I got him."
In the end, Reinaka tied Makoto Ogasawara to twist the baby's hand.
Still enough motor and reflex nerves to wrap around the tongue, and flexible flesh. Cat or you.
"Please let me go!
"No. No. I can't let her go."
Makoto Ogasawara tries to get violent, but if he raises his hand, his foster hand will gently touch his hand, and he will be loosely re-orbited. It's the same if you twist your hips. Makoto Ogasawara is killed by force inside moving softly in the direction of twisting, making his eyes black and white.
"Yes, stay! You're gonna have to bow after the dance, right?
Makoto Ogasawara, who ate his teeth and tied them up and waved up his hand, still spins around on the spot because his hand was gently flushed and then changed the direction of his power.
Makoto Ogasawara, who couldn't understand what had happened, seemed to have nothing else to stare at in foster care.
It's troublesome to get involved in a woman's rub. That's what I thought. When I walked to my desk, I sat down in my chair, put my legs together and flinched.
Do it on your own, you idiots.
"Hello, Makoto. I'm Sage Rikaka. Mr. Castle Island and I are together. So, I want to be friends with Makoto. So I'll give you this."
Masaki Ogasawara poked at the confused void of Makoto Ogasawara, and Rikanaka put his hand toward Makoto Ogasawara when he got into the pocket of his coat so as not to give Makoto Ogasawara time to think.
And when the hand being held was opened, there was on its palm a silver shining ring.
It's a familiar ring. That ring is what I gave you inside. I was kind of in the mood to give me a ring while I was in foster care.
"This ring was given to me by Mr. Castle Island. Three days before Mr. Jojima disappeared, he suddenly fluttered in and said he'd do this to you. Uh, hey, okay? Envy?"
Saying so well, Rikanaka took the grumpy hand of Makoto Ogasawara and let him hold the ring in his hand.
"You know what that means, don't you? You know how important this ring is, don't you? I'm saying I'll give you that, so come on..."
Nikoniko and I were laughing, and Rikanaka instantly turned to the truth when she squealed like that. And stared at Makoto Ogasawara with frozen eyes.
"Trust me. Let go of that ring, I'm going crazy. When it was hard, when it seemed frustrating, when I wanted to cry, when I hated everything, that ring always pushed my back. I'm telling you I'll give it to you. Come on, don't waste it, okay?
In the words inside, I felt the power fall out of Makoto Ogasawara's body.
"I can't get it, it's such an important thing..."
"Thank you. I thought you'd say that. I was worried about what I would do if I didn't get it back."
A silver ring on the soothingly offered palm. During the foster care, which immediately took the ring away, he pressed it against his chest as he squeezed it with both hands, exhaling in a ho.
"What would you have done if I hadn't returned it?
Makoto Ogasawara's words, which are spinned quietly, give rise to a grin that attracts Rikanaka.
"To be honest, I don't know because I wasn't thinking about it. I thought I had to redeem you for what was most important to me. That's all I thought about. Sorry, with these answers."
Gakun and his knee broke during foster care when he answered so with a cramped grin on his face. Makoto Ogasawara stops holding him inside.
He caught Makoto Ogasawara flat while he was in foster care, but he was finally walking. If Makoto Ogasawara had advanced again, it would not have been possible to fasten it.
The most important thing to be flexible about people. That is not an elaborate ploy. Hatter, unshakeable temper and hatter are the ones that confuse people.
"You're an honest man."
"As it were, sort of. Because someone suddenly disappeared, resented themselves for not being honest, and I've always regretted it... honesty is best, right? Makoto."
Makoto Ogasawara exhaled fuzzily as he laughed with a blue face. And he looks back at me with a hug inside.
"Mr. Castle Island, this man, could be a good man"
Makoto Ogasawara, who said that in his true face, smelled Kun when he looked at his head all the way through foster care.
"But this guy, Mr. Castle Island, smells like white liquid coming out. And I smelled it about three times."
Makoto Ogasawara's grunt attracts a freaking shivering foster child to his smile.
Uh, smell. You haven't taken a bath, so don't smell that. But I don't know how many times to detect a dog or you.
"Naturally. Listen carefully, Ogasawara. When I lived there, I was an assistant, or a brother to you."
"What!?
"I haven't seen you in a long time today, I've been training for a massage at the warehouse. It's been two years, Ogasawara, but a few steps better than you."
"What!?
Makoto Ogasawara stared at me alternately and blued his face at me, looking unable to hide his amazement, as he elbowed at his desk and put his jaw on his hand and grinned.
"Oh, haha... can I explain that?
Makoto Ogasawara mumbles anxiously as he sees me chilling in his arms.
Yeah, you idiot. In this case, it is fundamental to smash it with dignity. Don't have backwardness or anything.
Plus, he's got a lot of skill in foster care. In order to teach Makoto Ogasawara technology using the inside of it, it is better not to cover it up from the beginning.
So if Makoto Ogasawara is going to be foolish, we just have to throw it away.
"Rizhong... seniors"
"Heh? Oh, yes!
Nakanaka responds vividly and raises her voice to the words of Makoto Ogasawara, who was grumbled.
"I respect you! Best wishes for your instructional whip!
"Ha, ha! Nice to meet you - eh!? Can I convince you with the current explanation?!?
Makoto Ogasawara is confused inside, which is supposed to fit into the ploy, on the contrary.
That's why I said it. Don't take a sweet look at Soitz.
"Just fine, Ogasawara, Senior Rikanaka just showed me a sample. In foster care, just get naked and put a test tube in your anus. Show your juniors what a trained anus means."
"Heh!? What the hell!? What!? Wait a minute -"
"Regards! Senior Lieutenant Chung!"
Makoto Ogasawara pulling cheats by strangling his wings inside and inside, even more confused by my words.
"Wait a minute! Wait, wait, wait, wait! I didn't ask! I didn't hear that! Oh, my God, this girl! Why are you so powerful!? Mr. Castle Island! Hey, Castle Island. Whoa!
I'm trying to resist, but Shinqin Ogasawara seems to be overwhelming. They can't resist it at all if they strangle you with wings.
"Ogasawara, you don't need to shy away from Senior Rikanaka. The same goes for you and other chicks for Rikanaka University seniors with all their training. It's just such an insult to be distracted by you. If you find out, strip Senior Rikanaka naked."
"Yes!"
"Ahhh! Damn, demon! Makoto, let's calm down, Makoto! Calm down and talk to me. - Uh-huh!
The resistance is also vain, and in an instant the garment is stripped, during the foster care, he covers his chest with both hands as he sits naked on the floor, shaking with a ragged blue face. And he's crying to me for help.
Cuckoo, that's the punishment for looking at me. At best, you'll be jerked off.
"In foster care, it was the waza that showed the picture."
"I still had it in my roots!? I get it! I believe you. Stop this girl!
"Ogasawara, do it"
"Yes!"
"... I'm telling you I believe you"
He laughed and ordered Makoto Ogasawara to drop his shoulder at me. You must have realized that there was no companion or escape in this space.
Make sure you engrave into it what happens when you piss me off.
"Oh, it's amazing. I got in easily without even putting on a lotion. And yet it's very tight."
"Uh-oh! Don't go in there so suddenly. Yeah, yeah!
That's how the banquet began.
Oh, and it was the waza that showed you that picture.