"Hey, hey, Mr. Castle Island, let's get exposed quickly. I've been waiting for you?
Inside holding me to my right arm and looking up at me with my moist, tinted eyes.
What makes you think of me when it comes to the meat potty in the outlet? Even though it's busy, there's more.
"Kijishi, I... Good luck!
Makoto Ogasawara holding onto my left arm, squeezing his expression tight and staring at me.
I don't care, but don't use that tongueless language. I don't know if it's a bad idea, but it's very frustrating when people usually say it.
"I figured I'd just leave my socks and shoes naked?
That's what I said with my neck tilted. The foster school is trying to take off the uniform I'm wearing with my right arm grabbed.
"Do you just leave your socks and shoes?
Makoto Ogasawara grabbing my left arm with a strange look on his face, when he took off the duffel coat he was wearing, he learned to take off his uniform while in foster care.
Two idiots trying to be soothing and exposed.
No, you're not, you're not. That's not what exposure is, you idiots. You guys don't know anything.
I don't know if I can take it off, um, I don't know what to do... hey, don't take it off! I don't care if they do it in a light way like that, it's not fun or anything.
Shame and disgrace of exposing yourself to nudity outdoors. In addition to that, the sense of crisis and anomaly that you may be seen neither looking nor knowing by others. The disloyalty of realizing yourself excited about those things and loathing them but embedding them in their pleasure.
That's the flavor of exposure, isn't it? You, shopping at the convenience store for that, the mini lamb you keep in front of the cashier stops your eyes and you want me to buy it at last? Try to be exposed with ease like that.
I don't admit that kind of exposure, I do.
We moved the place from the aisle where the two idiots were rubbing each other, and now we're on the dance floor of the stairs.
Escalators and elevators are essential when moving around the mall, although the aisle is on foot. As a result, there are extremely few guests using the stairs.
Still, it is probably also the obligation to install in considering the safety aspects that stairs are installed at the corners of each floor.
On rare occasions, some guests will use the stairs, but they are an unlimited minority. As a result, there is no popularity around.
In other words, the introduction to exposure can be described as a place to hit and put on.
Though unpopular, they still tried to get people used to it, even as they exposed it in the current situation where they didn't know when they were going to show up, boring them with shame and shame.
In swimming, it's like using a beat plate to make them practice butterflies.
In foster care, well, I thought it was an easy victory because I'm used to it, but while Makoto Ogasawara would be shy, I still thought I'd burn a sense of confrontation inside and stomp on the exposure.
Yet it was calculated that I would step through the exposure, but with foster care, I felt comfortable and started.
It's as scripted, but it's very boring.
"But if you get naked, they'll think you're a pervert. The police will catch you, won't they? If that happens, Mr. Castle Island will bother you."
Makoto Ogasawara, who was about to take off his uniform jacket, talks inside looking at me with a flicker.
I didn't say anything wrong. And he shows a hesitant bare gesture about the exposure. Hesitation is good, hesitation is the first step in fitting the exposure. But it's weird because it bothers me, isn't it? Be more bored with your situation or run out of room.
And beg forgiveness about once.
"Hehe, sweet hey Makoto is. If they find me, they find me. You just have to say," I was forced to strip my clothes ”or something. If you're as cute as Makoto, we'll all believe you when you say you've been attacked. If they find us, it's just the way to pretend to be the victim."
I've already taken off my uniform jacket, and I'm naked in my upper body, and I'm covering my chest with the opposite hand holding my arm, explaining it to Makoto Ogasawara with a Doya face.
Foster care, which is heavily trained on exposure, is highly resistant to exposure. The same applies to dealing with exposure if it is found by others.
But as of yesterday, he was showing a bare gesture shy of exposure. I thought the exposure had decreased my resistance for a long time. And yet now it just seems like it's fun and irresistible no matter how you look at it.
Has it come out on my back that I let him be half-naked on the train and offend my anus? That may have woken up the perversity that I slept with.
Chip, that's somewhat unexpected. I don't mind the resurgence of perversion in foster care, but that made it difficult for Makoto Ogasawara to be ashamed or humiliated.
If seniors are shy, so are juniors, and if seniors are flat, juniors are relieved to hang up.
I thought I would pay attention to my words and actions by reading around it if I were inside, but apparently my sense of confrontation with Makoto Ogasawara is driving me crazy about my thoughts in foster care.
"So, but... I don't want to be seen naked from anyone other than Mr. Castle Island..."
Because of grabbing my left arm, Makoto Ogasawara, who had taken the trouble to take off his uniform, managed to take off his jacket and became naked, just like in foster care. And this also covers his chest with one hand, just like in foster care.
You don't like being seen naked from outside of me? That's it. That's what you need to be ashamed of. Oh, my God, you can do it.
"Ugh, I'm embarrassed..."
Makoto Ogasawara, leaning down with a bright red face while covering his chest with one hand, is holding my arm tight with the other hand.
What a disgrace. That makes sense to make them exposed. Mm-hmm. My motivation has been taken for granted.
"Besides, I have bigger tits than Senior Foster Chung, so I can't hide them with my arms. I have bigger tits than Senior Rikanaka, so I can't hide them with my arms -"
"Because I don't have to tell you twice! Because it sounds right! And my breasts aren't small! Makoto isn't just bigger than normal!
Makoto Ogasawara barely penetrates from foster care into Makoto, whose face is colored bright red and she leans down with tears.
No, it's not. Now is not the time to hold your heart against the size of your chest.
"Heh, heh... Seems Makoto is proud to have a big chest. Maybe Mr. Castle Island likes girls with big breasts better or something?
Minato Ogasawara intimidates Makoto with a trembling voice as she smiles black as she raises her blue muscles on her temples.
"Senior Foster Chung is low in height and has small tits. I was in a hurry because I thought I might get breast milk, but I'm not answering. Besides, he's not even a child."
Makoto Ogasawara vomits poisonous tongues with a twisted attitude, not even intimidation during foster care. An even thicker blue muscle rose on the temples in foster care when I heard the words.
"That's why I'm telling you it's not small! Besides, I'm a kid because I don't have hair. It's a rambling argument! Even Makoto's only grown to such an extent that I'm sorry!
Turn off your smile, eat and tie your teeth tight, and look up inside your voice as you stare at Makoto Ogasawara. Looks like she got pounded in the pain. Do you care that the hair has not grown?
"Ha, boy. I didn't say a word about Senior Foster Chung's tits as breastfeeding. Compared to me, if you say it's big or small, I'm just saying I'm big and Senior Foster Chung is small. If you judge by whether it is big or small compared to me only, Senior Foster Chung is sure..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who closed his eyes and uttered a hard word, opened his eyes cuttingly as he raised his face.
"It's a lot smaller!
"Ugh!? Ugh... we can argue."
Makoto Ogasawara's words shocked him. During his fostering, he is shivering as he sifts with tears. And Makoto Ogasawara, when he says, looks at the frightened foster care with a "humph" and a rough nose.
"And the book in Mr. Castle Island's room was full of pictures of a girl with big tits."
"Huh!? Oh, me too, I'm never the smaller one..."
In the words of Makoto Ogasawara, who shrugged all the time, the further shocked foster child hid behind me with his grasp on my right arm. And he's shuddering puffy as he leans down.
Did Makoto Ogasawara see the magazine I collect? Sure, that magazine has Gravia Idol with big tits, but that's not what I'm buying it for. The four-coma comic strips published at the end of the journal are intended.
Makoto Ogasawara, distracted from Rikanaka, who had completely lost his temper of war, looked at Chirali and me and said, "Should I be small? I've thrown questions like," with my gaze.
"I don't like being too big, but from the size and shape of your chest, Ogasawara is your best bet"
Makoto Ogasawara laughing niggardly at my answers and in a freaking shiver behind my back.
"Eh heh, it's a complete victory!
"Wow! By Mr. Castle Island!
If I hadn't answered, the defeat of Rikanaka would have been confirmed by the fact that I dared to answer the battle that could not have been won or lost.
Makoto Ogasawara looks at the inside of which he cries with disgrace and outwardness, and the inside.
"But"
"Hmm! Huh!? Hiccup!?
I unwrap the hand in the foster care holding my right arm, and when I grab the arm covering my chest and hiding it, I'm forced to pull it off. And eagled the exposed white, well-shaped breasts.
"Due to repeated training and voluntary training, breast sensitivity in foster care will be several times greater than in Ogasawara"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
While rubbing her soft yet elastic breasts relentlessly, she picks her fingers and squeezes the erect peachy nipples at its apex.
As soon as he leaked his hot exhale and turned his body around, he began to raise his sweet gasp as he looked up at me with his moist eyes.
Inside where rapid shifting from zero to max is possible simply by gently irritating the breasts and nipples. Precisely the whore and user-friendliness that can be described as a meat potty.
Immediately turning a man into a slut at any given time to process his sexuality can be considered the ideal sexual processing device for a man.
"Well, if you're just big and you're low on talent, you'd better be small but you're high on talent, naturally."
"Oh, uh, uh, hehe, I'm flattered. - Hih."
Rikanaka, who let his pale eyes sway, squirmed with joy, raising his hands and putting them together behind his head. That's an irresistible statement.
I guess it shows an attitude that you don't mind if you like it.
"Uh-oh, I'm just gonna look good with my nipples. Oh, Ma, Makoto and I have different experiences. - Ugh, that's great."
Pick the nipples that were crunchy and pinched hard, twisting and pulling them tight. Then Rikanaka, whose hips trembled viculently, looks up at the ceiling, eats and binds his teeth, and is intoxicated as he is bored by the pleasure he is given.
It's really funny that nipples alone supreme. Simplicity and obscenity pleasantly swallowed by just that act. Exactly a toy that satisfies a man's desires. That feeling of being playing stirs up a man's inferiority.
Seeing Chirali and Makoto Ogasawara, he swelled his cheeks with a bright red face and stared into foster care with tears.
I want to complain, but I can't. Well, of course. The difference in talent is historical. It's a new American meat potty, and it's still developing. In contrast, although outlet, meat potty once the tutorial is over. The battle is visible from the beginning.
"Ogasawara, it's good to provoke Rikanaka. Taunt is a sign of upliftment. I won't deny it without scolding you about it. But if you don't have the strength to bark, know you're just a loser."
He speaks to Makoto Ogasawara with a straight face as he pulls his nipples in foster care.
"... Yes"
Makoto Ogasawara, looking sober, is grabbing his plung and rocking breasts with both hands and rubbing them in a sigh when he releases the arm that was covering his chest.
Makoto Ogasawara doesn't know what it feels like to be supreme with a nipple. Other than that, they don't have the means to combat foster care, which has been developed all over their sexy bodies.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
Staring at the depressing Makoto Ogasawara raised a whisper informing him of the peak of his foster life. That said, you left your nipples pulled in the foster care.
Looking inside with Chirali, he was freaking out and cramping his hips as he looked up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. Plus, he's spraying a purple tide out of his skirt.
Googly leaning back, inside poking her breasts out. I suppose you're silently complaining that you want me to be more smug.
Ignoring the wishes in it and releasing my fingers from my nipples, at the same time I felt a flutter loss of strength from my body in foster care. And Gakun and his knee break and he's about to collapse.
I tried to take it easy, but when I slowly raised my face, I stared at Makoto Ogasawara when I was in foster care where I felt my hands collapse on my knees. And I laugh niggly.
Seeing it, Makoto Ogasawara trembled, clamping his finger like he was frightened, hiding behind my back.
That's a reversal.
"Ha, ha - hey, Makoto, you can say whatever you want"
During foster care, which roughs your breath as you bend forward, when you wake your body up shaking your guts and knees, you pack a step, another step, and a distance from Makoto Ogasawara.
"I'll teach you good things for busy juniors. Me, my chest grew up rapidly for a time, didn't it? You know when? It's the time I was trained by Mr. Castle Island..."
The stopping foster child spoke to Makoto Ogasawara hiding behind me.
I can generally predict what Foster Chung wants to say. Anyway, you're trying to tell me that my chest grew suddenly during the time I was rubbing my chest.
Well, I'm not lying. I did grow a lot in foster care during the period I was teaching. But it was from Xiao Liu to Zhongsan who taught inside. It would be a time for everyone to grow up.
"You know what? When you rub your chest from your thought-provoking opponent, your chest gets bigger. My breasts are certainly smaller than Makoto's. But you've grown my breasts so far..."
So quietly groaning, the foster caregiver breathed in gently as he closed his eyes, and opened his eyes cuttingly.
"It's Mr. Castle Island!
"Huh!?
Inside with your hands on your hips and your voice up. White, shapely breasts shudder with prunes because of it. And Makoto Ogasawara, hiding behind me, raised his voice with a freaking tremor at the words in foster care.
After all, as I expected, she wanted to tell me her breasts got bigger because she was rubbed from me.
Well, it's not a lie. However, I rubbed it so it didn't get bigger, I rubbed it while it was getting bigger. But, well, let's not dare go in there.
"Wow, wow, I can't hear you!
Makoto Ogasawara, hiding behind me, releases the hand that was grabbing my arm, blocking his ears with both hands and raising his voice.
You're too late to pretend you can't hear me. You just heard the words inside and said, "Huh!?" or something like that. "Exactly impossible.
Still, I can't push it, but I really don't want to lose out of foster care. But I guess I couldn't even think of a way to win. I guess I had no other means but to pretend I didn't hear you. It's like a child.
I decided to let the two idiots put their uniforms back on and finally move to full exposure.
It was an act of anticipation that Makoto Ogasawara had grown up due to the onslaught inside claiming his chest had grown due to rubbing from me.
We're going to need manoeuvre from here. For this reason, the anal stick that had been inserted into the anus of the two men was removed for ease of movement and the anal plug was inserted instead. It's the type that can vibrate, by the way.
We've already indicated our destination during foster care and let them get ahead of us.
Makoto Ogasawara and I, who set aside some time from the inside and left late from the dance floor of the stairs, are walking towards their destination.
Masaki Ogasawara holding his finger and grabbing my arm as usual. He assumes I'm the one who made the breasts in foster care, and he's pretty shocked.
"I also wanted my boobs made from Mr. Castle Island..."
Words that get whined over and over again from earlier. Rubbing it up in the first place is like an urban legend. Chest growth varies from person to person, and the guy who gets bigger just decides that from the start. And there are many opportunities to socialize with the opposite sex during adolescence, which means there are many opportunities to be rubbed in the chest.
In short, someone would have mistakenly assumed that they had grown because they had been rubbed by rubbing their chest at a time when their breasts grew. As a result, it is believed that rumors have spread that when rubbed, it will grow larger.
Most importantly, I have also heard that it is possible to swell milk by massaging it in a formal way, but that would also be a huge personal difference.
"I also wanted my boobs made from Mr. Castle Island..."
Words that get squealed once again. I also noticed about breast milk, but Makoto Ogasawara is surprisingly persistent. Seems like an easy personality to back off once you say it.
Well, you can let me tell you on my own. I'll leave that alone, yeah.
"Ogasawara, I told you not to call my name."
I spoke to Makoto Ogasawara, who walks next door with Tokotoko, in keeping with my gait.
"Then what can I call you?
Makoto Ogasawara, who was whining the same words as the bumps, turned back to me haha for being spoken to by me, and looked up at me and tilted his neck.
Hmm, what can I call Makoto Ogasawara about me? Fake names are the best, but there is a risk they won't even notice if they're not familiar names. I like the name I'm used to, but I don't usually use a pseudonym.
Right, then let me call you by the name below.
Call me Aoi.
"Hey, is that it?
Makoto Ogasawara leaning back on my words.
"That's my name. Aoi, that's my full name."
"Heh!? Aye!? I knew it the first time!
Makoto Ogasawara, who looks surprised, has his eyes open and his voice raised.
You don't have to know. Anyway, I never taught Makoto Ogasawara his name.
Even for me, when I'm called first name, my last name is the majority, and I'm rarely called first name below. There may be someone in the same class who doesn't even know my full name when I'm bad at it.
Besides, I don't really like my name. Somehow, just literally, it's a pretty masculine name, but the way it reads and sounds makes me seem so feminine.
I feel like I care too much, but I don't like it, so there's nothing I can do.
But why is my brother Soichiro and I Aoi? I would have been glad to have Tojiro or something.
Well, my father's name is Sotaro and my mother's name is Ethereal. My oldest son inherited my father's name and my two sons were given my mother's name.
In short, my brother says he was drowned by his father from birth, no, before he was born.
"How do you write in kanji?
Makoto Ogasawara looks up at me with his fingers on his mouth. I don't care about kanji or anything. If you can decide on a name for me, that's fine.
"Don't worry about the extra. Call me Aoi, that's fine."
"How do you write in kanji?
You're not listening to me, Makoto Ogasawara repeatedly asking the same question as you peek into my face. The stars are blinking in those black eyes.
"So what about kanji?"
"How do you write in kanji?
Makoto Ogasawara was cold and tried to poke away, but had no intention of pulling. He's really persistent.
Well, there is no inconvenience in teaching kanji, and will you tell me before it becomes a hassle?
"... the Ethereal Maintenance."
"On the Ethereal Ethereal Ether...... the Maintenance dimension. You mean someone as magnificent as a clear blue sky everywhere and with the strength to bring about reform. Nice name. Perfect for Mr. Castle Island."
Makoto Ogasawara, who nodded many times with sparkling eyes, said so with a full smile.
Someone as magnificent as the blue sky, with the strength to bring about reform, hey.
I guess I'm cloudy. He is a twister who hides with Kosokoso and walks constantly in the shade, with negative feelings of resentment. That's the exact opposite of what Makoto Ogasawara said.
"Just call it in training. I don't really like it."
"Okay, Aoi."
Makoto Ogasawara nods honestly besides at me for throwing up while I tongue. I thought you were going to eat more.
"You're rather honest."
"Yes, I'm always honest"
I laughed and answered Makoto Ogasawara, remembering something uncomfortable.
Hung his nose, distracting himself from Makoto Ogasawara, he walks looking at the front. And I spun my thoughts and looked for the identity of discomfort.
What is the look on Makoto Ogasawara's face now? No, more of an atmosphere than an expression? Something seemed decidedly different from normal.
It doesn't smell like children. Yes, Makoto Ogasawara's smile and behavior didn't smell like children.
Makoto Ogasawara shows her children's dyed words and behavior, but sometimes she gives a strangely grown-up look to very Hideki.
That felt like the true face of Makoto Ogasawara.
Makoto Ogasawara usually burns his hands with stupid behavior, but it's also true that he hasn't mastered its true appearance. It's not dangerous if you're just an idiot, but if you weren't.
You still shouldn't look at him sweetly.
It was the shoe shop we were headed for. Between the time I bought the women's clothes and rendezvous with Idiot II, I was staring as I walked.
When I pull Makoto Ogasawara's hand and enter the store, I look inside with a strange face.
"How about this or something?
"Yeah, sounds good. Can I try it on?
Listening to the voices I hear, foster care is having a conversation with someone.
Turning to those who spoke while paying attention to the area so that they were not noticed, they captured the two standing in front of a shelf installed on the wall.
Is one in foster care and the other a clerk?
Looks like a loving female clerk is in the middle of recommending inside with a black loafer in her hand.
I told him to look for shoes for school while he was in foster care. I'm guessing you're keeping my word and picking up shoes for school.
Nevertheless, what the clerk is recommending is little different from the loafers currently worn by the inside. Probably explained that foster care is looking for such things.
I buy it as part of my training, so it's not that I spend it in foster care. Then pick something more expensive.
"Ogasawara, take a good look. Senior Rikanaka's Beauty Health Act begins."
"Yes..."
While pretending to look at the shoes neatly lined up on the shoe shelves installed in the store, he urged Makoto Ogasawara to pay attention to his actions during foster care.
Makoto Ogasawara nodded cocklessly at that whisper of mine, squeezing my hand even harder as he squeezed it, watching inside with a tense face when he swallowed cockles and spit.
"Would you like to try it on?
"Yeah, please"
Rikanaka, who nodded at the clerk's words, was led by the clerk to walk out.
We'll move along with that move.
The foster home was headed to a place where several of the chairs in the store were fitted for trial wear. The carpet is laid around the chair and the appearance is installed on the front. It's a specification that lets you see how I tried it on.
Moreover, the surrounding area is surrounded by shoe shelves, so sitting in a chair becomes the peripheral blind spot. If you don't consciously try to see it, you won't realize there are people there.
It's an environment where exposure is hit and applied.
"Now sit in your chair"
"Yes."
The clerk prompted me, inside sitting in a chair. Its cheeks are slightly peachy. And I looked sideways at Chirali and this one. Apparently, they're aware of our existence.
The clerk, crouched at the front of the foster home, placed his shoes on the carpet.
Inside taking off the shoes you are wearing. Let the clerk put his shoes on with the hand that he's used to. If you try being a clerk, you're supposed to be acting very normally. But suddenly the clerk stops moving.
The clerk who made him wear shoes while in foster care raised his face to make sure he was comfortable. Foot open during foster care in anticipation of the timing.
A clerk crouching on the floor with a foster child sitting in a chair. Due to its location and angle, the clerk's eyes should show inside the skirt in foster care.
Same-sex people, you wouldn't mind seeing some underwear. Yes, if you can see underwear.
"Shh, excuse me. Today, I... forgot to wear it..."
As the foster child dyed his face bright red to burn, he chewed his lower lip and leaned down, explaining to the clerk so with a trembling whisper.
I didn't mean to explain it. Besides, if you forgot to wear underwear, it's weird to open your legs.
I'm definitely showing it deliberately. The clerk must have noticed that.
"Oh, really? Oh, don't worry..."
The clerk, who shook his eyes, has a cramped grin as he dyed his cheeks and distracted himself.
Even though he thinks he's a pervert, he's desperate to deal calmly with his guest, Rikanaka. You have medium professional guts.
While in foster care on the other hand, he is starting to rough his breath in a way that is clearly exciting. Perhaps the clerk isn't excited to see the secret, he's excited to see me showing the secret to the clerk.
When I look to the side with Chirali, I look at Makoto Ogasawara staring into foster care. He dyed his cheeks and seems to be fascinated by the current unusual sights. Makoto Ogasawara's hand holding my hand is sweating on the evidence.
"Senior Foster Chung, it sounds like fun..."
Makoto Ogasawara whispers like a fever. Those moist eyes stared wholeheartedly into foster care.
Shame on you, but you expose the clerk to the secret. The face doesn't look good because of the leaning down. Still, Makoto Ogasawara described it as fun to see him in foster care. Maybe he felt something from the atmosphere, not the look on his face.
"I'm relieved, Senior Rikanaka."
Makoto Ogasawara smiles with envy somewhere when he looks at me with a chillari.
"It's a castle island nearby - not Aoi, so I can feel safe and embarrassed. That's how much you trust me. I'm sure that's because Aoi has always protected me properly. Because I know you will protect me. I'm a little... jealous."
Makoto Ogasawara, smiling like he mocked himself for saying so, stared at me straight in the face.
"Will you protect me? Make me look like Senior Foster Chung..."
A look and voice that doesn't even resemble the usual Makoto Ogasawara. I almost distracted myself unintentionally, but suppressed the urge in inches.
Protect. I want you to protect me. That is a sign that he recognized himself as a weak man. Words said by Makoto Ogasawara, who rarely throws up, such as weak sounds. But to call it weak, it contained a strangely positive sound.
"No matter, this is training. I have the right to give you instructions, as well as to be the controller who manages you. Then I am obliged to assume full responsibility."
Makoto Ogasawara, hearing my words, smiled softly as he turned from his true face.
"Senior Rikanaka is right, but I'm stuck..."
And when I closed my eyes, I squeezed my hand, slowly opening my eyes.
"Aoi isn't really honest, is he?"
To Makoto Ogasawara, who said that with a full smile and delight, I, I...
"Oh, my God, you bastard"
"Ugh!?
I ate my head poke.
Makoto Ogasawara with his face still holding his forehead in tears with laughter.
What a busy statement. For Makoto Ogasawara's Kuse. There is so much disrespect.
Besides, I'm honest. Against my own desires, though.