Due to the ploy of the true harp, I was exhausted both physically and mentally.
While Zhenqin has a simple behavioral philosophy, it seems very difficult to read the thoughts because it shows words and actions without clapping.
And she's a beautiful girl who can't complain about her appearance, but her actions and actions make her seem really retarded.
But even if I do, I'm a brilliant student at the top of the high school I go to. And you obviously haven't studied more than I have.
I mean, the potential brains are likely to outweigh me.
In short, what do you want to say, it is dangerous to see the true harp sweetly. I know that, but when I look at that asshole side, I'm really less alert.
Consequences.
"He was tied up and squeezed out like a good man."
As the two sleeping breaths echo, my voice squeaks in vain.
Originally, I should have gone up from the bath and wrapped it in a blanket and slept like mud. That's why Jinqin tied me up.
But Shinji refused to untie the rope that was tying my wrist, so I couldn't sleep.
No, I'm really exhausted today, physically and mentally. I guess I can sleep if I want to, but I got a problem.
I'm in a crisis situation for the second time today.
I can't use both hands. The real understanding of that infirmity came after True Harp and Kikivich had settled down.
Most likely, the kid feels like he's sleeping with a raccoon.
"Makoto, hey Makoto. Get up, get up, idiot."
I'm lying down in front of me, and I'm resting feeling good, idiot, Momochi True Harp.
I have spoken many times since earlier, but every time I speak, I just let my asshole face do it, and there is no sign that I will ever wake up.
And kid bitch, but he's holding me behind my back, and he's resting on this again.
The kid bitch is probably awake. And you understand the circumstances in which I was placed. I guess that's why I'm sleeping with raccoons.
The truth is, I guess I pretended to sleep because True Harp snuggles at me after he's asleep, but the situation has turned around.
Worst for me, it's becoming the best development for the kid bitch.
Why the kid bitch keeps raccooning to sleep. I guess that's because you're even waiting to hear from me.
No, you mustn't just speak to him. We have to wake up the true harp somehow.
"Makoto! Hey, this is ridiculous! Wake up! Please, wake up!
Sometimes after bedtime, I used to whisper. This is my room, so I don't have to worry about both idiots, but I really hesitate to shout when I go to bed.
But that's not what I'm saying anymore. Limitations are imminent.
Whether to have another five minutes or not.
"Makoto! Hey, you stupid bitch! I know you're telling me to get up!
What do you mean, "I'll take care of Mr. Aoi"? As soon as I lay down, I fell asleep.
Fuck you, what are you gonna do, keep doing this? Then I'm gonna have to call the kid bitch. No, that's definitely not enough. Whatever happens, don't rely on a kid bitch.
"Ahhh... Yikes... shan..."
"Makoto!? I'm awake!? You did it! You did it, Makoto!
"Shit."
To the voice I heard, my heart jumped. And the relief spreads.
I felt like I heard a tongue slap from behind, but I ignore that. I don't have time for a bitch kid.
"Chukyu... Munyamunya"
"... Ha ha"
Makoto, who moved on, grinned at me even harder as I held him without keeping my eyes closed.
True harp's sleep resounding in a quiet indoor.
You're lying, it's weird how much true harp won't wake you up so far.
"Upp."
I felt a twinkle and blue muscle appear on my temples at the inclusive laughter I heard from behind.
Kid bitch moving and pushing her chest against my back too. The person seems to be definitely trying to ask her out in color, but I don't care if she pushes her breasts without them.
That's okay, maybe he's a kid bitch, and he's got something on him.
In retrospect, before I lay down, Makoto and I drank water. It was in the fridge. It was cold. Who took the pet bottle with that water out of the fridge?
Yeah, it's a kid bitch.
The kid who got out of the bath one foot ahead of us was getting dressed by the time we got out of the bath and pouring the water from the pet bottle we took out of the fridge into the glass.
I was impressed that it might be nice to be a kid bitch, but sometimes I felt slightly up in the long bath, and I drank that glass of water handed to me with a smile all at once.
No matter, the same goes for the true harp.
It was unnatural if you think about it. It's obviously strange that the kid bitch who wanted to give me a little bit of a scratch finally accomplished a bath with the memorial, but she just rose to it first.
I thought you cared about the true harp, but if you cared about the true harp, you wouldn't be trying to bathe with me in the first place.
Plus the service of cold water in the bath. And pour it purposefully into the glass.
The water in the pet bottle is always stocked in the fridge with a few bottles. Then I didn't bother to pour it into the glass, and I and Makoto had to hand each of them a pet bottle.
But I wouldn't have had to know, and I decided I couldn't drink the true harp, and I poured it into the glass because it was a waste of time to leave it, and I couldn't care less then.
If you put pills on it, that's definitely the time. I dared to pour water into a glass just to serve medicine to the kid bitch, True Harp.
I would definitely be the first to see it served as a sleep-based drug.
Damn, it was a detour. I was completely distracted. He found a way out of being squeezed out of Shinqin and adopted by the Ogasawara family's son-in-law, lacking calm judgment and insight. And they poked me there.
What do we do? When this happens, we just have to cut the rope, but when we can do that, we do it from the beginning.
This rope with my wrists tied up is what I bought. Of course, it was prepared to tie or hang the harp, but that's why I chose something that was sturdy and flexible.
In short, it's a hard to cut and easy to tie up substitute.
Cutting with scissors is out of the question. Holding the scissors in your hand in the first place doesn't cut the rope that's positionally tying your wrists.
No knives or cutters, either. Due to the time it takes to hang up, there is a great chance that the kid bitch will get in the way.
Besides, the true harp guy, he tied me tight and polite. No matter how much I move my hands, I don't feel like falling out at all.
In other words, untying the rope is nearly limitless impossible.
When this happens, let's give up unlocking the rope. We need to explore the means to overcome this crisis without using both hands.
Within something like that, the limits were coming right up to it.
We don't have much time. Anyway, let's go into action to avoid just the worst development.
I twisted my body and tried to get up. But I can't move because I'm pinched in the front by Makoto and in the back by a kid bitch, and I'm embraced.
"Sounds like it's time for the limit, brother"
Anger enters the whispered voice from behind. But desperately contained that anger, which seemed to overflow.
This is a chance. The kid bitch endured to speak from herself and waited for him to speak from me. Because that would be more advantageous for the kid bitch position. When negotiating with me, it makes it easier for me to offer conditions that are good for me.
I guess saying that kid bitch called out because she knew my limits were close and still feared I wouldn't speak out.
Then ignore it here. In order for me to be adopted into the Ogasawara family by my son-in-law, the cooperation of Kikivich is essential. No, we don't have to get help, but we just want to avoid turning it on the enemy. Of course you understand what I think, kid bitch. That is why we have offered the terms of exchange.
And my cooperation is also essential to the thoughts of the kid bitch. I mean, it's reciprocal in position, and there's no need for me to snarl.
That's why we need to go strong here in order to maintain my advantage.
"Brother? You're hearing me, aren't you? Hey, I'll give you a hand. It's painful, isn't it? Shizuka will help you, won't she?
A sweet voice that is somewhere provocative and then includes colour tone. I felt something like I was confident that I could easily be flexible in that voice.
Kid, don't look at me sweet. Sure, the piss is going to leak now, but if it's enough to get the kid's help, it's better to leak it and scratch your shame.
He ignored the kid bitch, twisted his body like a potato worm, and tried to get out of between the two people pinching me. But I can't get out because the harp is holding me tight and the kid bitch is desperate from behind.
Shit, this is my second crisis today. I didn't know there would be a day when pissing would bother me so much.
Even the first time I lost my urine, I went into the neighboring room and it suited my scattered eyes. And now, for the second time, if I borrow the kid bitch's hand, I know this will suit my scattered eyes again.
"Patience isn't good, is it? It's tough, isn't it? 'Cause I put diuretics in the water your brother drank."
"What...? Come on, you bastard..."
He didn't just give me a real harp, did he? You're telling me that the only thing I poured into the glass was not just to serve medicine to the trumpet, but to give me and the trumpet a separate dose of medicine?
"Oh, you finally listened to me! Hey, brother, can I have a word with Shizuka? Shizuka, help me."
"Who says so, you idiot"
I twisted my body and I was desperate, but no, I don't feel like I can get out of between you two.
A massive amount of sweat, neither cold nor sweaty, erupted from all over his body into the urine that engulfed him in seconds, and his body began to tremble.
If only True Harp would wake up. But that won't be possible. If you've been served sleep-based drugs, it's as useless as you'd expect.
"You put pills on the real harp, too."
I stopped twisting my body and inquired behind my back.
"Yeah, I mean sleeping pills, because it's Chinese, it seems to have less side effects and less dependence. Instead, it's ineffective, but the harp seems tired, so it seems very profitable."
"Oh, I see."
I stopped any resistance to a good talking kid bitch.
Enough, I'll keep leaking. Nothing happens because I leaked my piss. More than that, I don't care about the kid bitch who drugged me or True Harp.
Besides, depending on what you think, this is a good opportunity. As a kid bitch, you don't like me leaking piss, and I guess you're stepping on it when you ask for help. But I'm already willing to divulge it.
Besides, my relationship with the kid bitch is only reciprocal due to a match of interest. Yet he went on a rampage about putting pills on me. It makes sense for me to learn to be angry when I leak my piss.
It's possible that I leaked my piss and threatened it with a story, but it can't be a threat story if I don't care.
Besides, if I bend the navel, the trouble is with the kid bitch. My cooperation is essential to the prospect of stopping Sasaki from becoming his daughter-in-law. If you piss me off, you just lose money as a kid bitch, and you don't get any.
Haven't you thought that far, or are you convinced I'm going to snap and assume you can take advantage of your position?
Either way, it's too shallow. That's why they call me a kid bitch.
"Enough, I'll keep leaking. And I'm disappointed in you. But I need your help, so I'm not going to tell you this. Instead, once we accomplish each other's goals, that's where it ends. I don't think of you as my sister."
"Heh!? Hey, wait a minute. Yo!? I'm gonna take a leak!? Here!? Aren't you ashamed?
Kid bitch showing obvious upset. I can see in full that I stomped and didn't suspect it would break.
"Hopefully, you don't want to leak it."
"Well, then ask Shizuka! Help me! One word. Yo!? Just one word will make it easier, and I won't embarrass you. Mmm-hmm!?
"You're really a kid. I can also snort that Jin-qin was trying to kill himself and kill you."
Shizuka Ogasawara is hungry for love. My step-parents who will drown themselves. My sister-in-law always puts herself first. And that sister wants the same kind of love from me.
Am I really loved? Isn't everything a hoax and really a unnecessary interrupter?
The fact that I've been hidden from my stepdaughter and drowned more than I need to, on the contrary, inflated my suspicions. That's why I want more love than I need to, and I'm trying to assume that I can live, something like that.
I mean, it's just a trick.
Positively, my brother is similar, so maybe my brother is wearing it too. I don't think so, though.
You decided not to think about your brother first, and now you're a kid. But, well, I see the battle already.
"Shit, no! Shizuka's not a kid. Yo! Shizuka just wanted to help your brother. Yikes!
"Did you want to help? I wanted you to look at yourself, right?
The kid bitch, with his voice up, shuddered viculently when he heard my words.
You're a star.
Most importantly, the situation in which the kid bitch started asking for more love than he needed would be greater.
I should have scolded him more. That's probably the same for my brother.
The kid bitch tries to gain certainty about the love that is poured. Not much, he seeks extra love, and his brother tries to protect the root of the love that is poured, without choosing the means.
The direction is the opposite, but are the roots the same?
So, is your brother still wearing it? Do you think it would make you grow up? I don't think that brother is as simple as a kid bitch.
"Besides, even if you help, it doesn't make sense if you create that situation artificially. That's blackmail, not salvation. Your sister would still have done all she could to you, but I'm not."
Yes, what your brother is doing is also blackmail. I put up a big nickname for me, and I'm just trying to satisfy my desires.
Unless you realize that, your brother just rolls down the ramp.
"Chi... chi"
"It's not. You're a kid. I'm just trying to rely on the only sister I can believe in and the sister depends on me. What you need to do."
What do I need from my brother?
"Believing in people."
Right, right. For my brother, I was probably the only one who could believe it.
My mother had nothing to do with her will and was forced to cage herself. And to protect my friend, I hid the truth until I couldn't have an abortion.
If you try to be your brother, no matter how much you are drowned, it is also natural to come to the conclusion that if you know the truth, you were not born desirable.
And you must have been over-loved by your father and thought you were pitying yourself.
In that, the only existence that can also be called an exception. Memories of a young day. Memories of those days when I desperately chased my brother's back.
For a brother who suffers from doubt, how did his brother, who comes after his back so desperately, appear in his eyes?
"No, no!
Screaming stained screams of kid bitches echoing indoors.
The kid bitch off my back, forcing me to lean back, crossed that belly for a horse ride.
I don't want you to compress my stomach. I decided to divulge it, but it's hard to stop.
"It's not."
Near the limit, the body trembles at will, and the cold sweat transmits its cheeks. But I laughed invincibly, denying him all the kid bitches.
I won't be able to stop leaking, but if I go beyond the limits, I'll leak on my own within.
"No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no!
A kid bitch screaming like crazy, shaking her neck hard and sideways. But when I finished screaming, I dropped that shoulder in dismay and dropped the item.
"Your brother's right. Funny, isn't it? Even though your father and mother are nice to me, you care more about me than anyone else, but you can't be honest."
Every time a trembling whisper spins, a drop falls on my chest.
"Because I'm not my real daughter, I'm someone else with no blood connections, so you're just gonna be nice to the upper side, because I'm really pitiful, and I really think so..."
The kid bitch, who said so and raised his face, overflowed with tears from his big eyes that tended to catch eyes and gave him a painful grin.
The figure is raised by the moonlight that plugs from the open curtain.
"It's me, I'm really selfish. You couldn't live without a true harp, but I could only envy a true harp. But Tatsuya was gone, and I regretted it to death. I did irrevocably, 'cause I thought so. But..."
The kid bitch who bent forward and put his hands on my chest squeezed those hands and grabbed my jacket tight.
"Makoto always laughed, but that smile was painful and carrappo. I thought you'd never laugh from the bottom of your heart again. The true harp started to laugh. Looks sincerely fun, happy. I can't wait for tomorrow to come, I know that's what you think..."
Drops that transmit cheeks increase that amount and fall on my chest.
"I met your brother and I figured it all out. Being with your brother makes your heart feel easier. You're really more painful than anyone else, but you're really more kind than anyone else, and you say I'm a bad guy, and you're strong, and whatever it is, you blame yourself and you carry it in. I thought he was a very strong man. But I thought he was very weak. That's why I think that if I stay with this guy, he can take me to a bright spot without thinking about it..."
I learned to hook up with the word evil, but it's kid bullshit, I didn't even feel like disputing it either.
"I regretted it. I envied you. Why did your brother show up before the true harp, not me? Because it's the same school as Jin-qin? So if me and Makoto were the other way around, did your brother show up before me? You're not, are you? It was a real harp, wasn't it? Brother, you don't like girls who give up fighting, do you? That's the difference between me and Makoto..."
I worried for a moment about the kid bitch inquiry. Because the look on his face felt like the smile he had floated was so painful that if he touched it, it would break even brittle.
Now I just have to spoil it. Everyone will know that if you brutally handle delicate vitreous work with cracks in it, it will break.
This kid is too weak. Too brittle. True harp couldn't save this kid, but the choice wasn't a mistake.
If Zhenqin had poked this kid away, he probably wouldn't have been a horse rider over my belly right now.
I should have left the world for a long time.
Can I throw the truth out on such a fragile kid? I need the help of Kid Bitch. It would be more reasonable to answer without difficulty and rule the place.
But then it's the same as true harp. Me and Makoto are different. I followed my routine and walked a maze of winding paths.
Some views are visible because they have been distorted.
"Oh yeah, I wasn't interested in you. When I first saw you, I looked into your eyes and thought, He said no. There's nothing funny or funny about a woman who gives up fighting."
The kid laughed at my words. He smiled like he was smiling from the bottom of his heart.
"Eh heh, I thought if you were a navel-curved brother, you'd say something hard to say. That's not true. If you'd told me, I wouldn't have believed you. Right, it's not me, is it? I knew..."
Kid bitch laughs happily when she says she's been poked away.
I guess I was really hungry to be scolded. I guess I was hungry for a being that would bump the real deal.
But that's only possible because we have an absolute ally named True Harp. If he gets hit for real without allies backup, he probably won't be able to stand it.
He's a real pain in the ass, at all.
"Uh, I was refreshed to say what I wanted to say. Maybe I've never been so refreshed. You're so clear about saying what you want to say and being told what you want to say. I also know that the true harp will be so desperate."
Let go of my jacket I was grabbing and wipe my eyes, kid bitch.
I cry for real, I laugh for real. And he hits the real thing with no back table, he hits the real thing and laughs.
Somehow, the kid bitch isn't bad right now.
"And yet, brother, you just said you weren't“ interested "in Shizuka, right? Past form means…"
With his cheeks wet with tears, the kid bitch with a prankster grin pulls that face over my face as he gouges forward with his hands on my chest.
I hope you don't move. It's really the limit already.
"Does that mean I'm quite interested now? Is that what you think you're complacent about?
The kid bitch, who whispered so with a smile on her face, bowed herself even further and put her lips on my cheek.
"Hmm? Awesome sweat. Brother, why are you so sweaty...... oh, I forgot"
The kid bitch, finally realizing I was sweating like a waterfall, raised a dumb voice.
"Oh, you know, I didn't just say I wasn't thinking about threatening your brother or anything. But if you don't, Shizuka won't be able to count on me, and I really just wanted to help your brother..."
"I'm sorry to hear that in the middle of your speech, but get off of me quickly. It's the limit now. Keep it up and you'll paint my piss."
He blocked the words of the kid bitch, who desperately makes excuses, squeezing the power to remain and uttering the words.
It's not what I know, kid, to get piss painted. But I don't have a hobby for catching a piss in a meat potty.
The kid bitch is also a candidate for meat potty at first. And I don't even feel like using meat toilets that have been painted on my piss.
"Ma'am, I got it! I meant to do that from the beginning. Shit, I'm gonna help your brother. Yo!
Hearing my words, for some reason the Russian-motivated kid bitch took off his pants from my sweatshirt he was wearing as a bedtime suit when he got up on the spot.
Because it's my sweatshirt, it's too big for a kid with a small body. For this reason, even if I took off my pants, my lower body was hidden just by my jacket.
"I can't be a true harp. I know enough about that. But that means True Harp and I are different. I think there's something true harp can do and I can't do, but vice versa."
That's what I said and crouched on the spot again, the kid bitch slowly took it off as he dyed his face bright red as he hung his hands on my sweatshirt trousers.
My lower body that will be exposed. If they would have let their pants off on their own like a kid bitch, they would have painted them with anger and humiliation.
But I can't afford that right now. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that eats and binds teeth to endure because it has exceeded its limits long ago and is likely to erupt even now.
"Wow, it's getting annoying. I knew the pills were amazing."
The kid who looked at my lower body exposed followed one of my things with his fingers as his eyes glowed.
What did he say now? The pills are awesome? It's the diuretic he put on me, isn't it?
No way Koz......
"Eh heh, actually, my brother tried adding lust in addition to diuretics to the water he drank in the bath. But don't worry. He tried that lust on my body many times, so there's no risk to my life."
The kid bitch, who began to rough his breath, dyed bright red to his ears and looked at me. That right hand was grabbing one of my things and treating it lightly.
I knew it, you son of a bitch, I thought it was crazy. I thought one of my things was too healthy to say that they were all squeezed out of True Harp.
Besides, I couldn't believe I was excited to see the kid bitch, but I'm convinced, were you being served lust?
"But this lust agent, unlike the Chinese formula you gave True Harp to drink, is dependent, right? I have no problem using it once or twice, but if I use it too much, I can't stop using it. 'Cause every time I use it, the sensitivity of my sexy belt seems to increase. If it feels good, you're gonna depend on it for good, right?
Kid bitch who can say sarah about dangerous things. From those eyes the brilliance of earlier was lost, and those dark eyes stared at me like I was the only one to shoot.
Lust? No, you're not. If the kid bitch story is true, it's a close substitute for ecstasy.
A kid bitch who had no escape, but knew the fragility of his spirit and wondered how often he had endured it. But you bastard, did you run off to the pills?
"Fucking idiot! I don't give a shit!
"It's okay, it's legal medicine"
"That's not the problem. Eh!
I became more anxious than I was willing to urinate at the kid bitch, who had no idea how serious it was.
The kid bitch is a personality that was originally susceptible to dependence. Even if I still use legal drugs now, I would get my hands on more dangerous drugs for any further pleasure. When that happens, it's over.
"Because it's the only way. It doesn't make me feel any better if I don't use this medicine."
I heard that kid bitch say something in me and I could play it.
You don't feel better if you don't use your meds. So? Oh, well, I see.
That's not the drug's fault. I'm simply doing it the wrong way.
Fine, I'll tell him. It is possible to look beyond pleasure without the use of medication.
A vortex of pleasure that sinks to the bottom of Naruto and will never rise again. I'll show you that.
But even if I don't have to use it anymore, I might not be able to live without me.
"That's what makes Shizuka a toilet, brother. Because you don't have to worry about it like a true harp. A real meat potty that spits out everything about your brother. So you can pee in Shizuka."
The kid bitch grinned and rolled up the sweatshirt jacket he was wearing.
Its nudity, white and poor. Small breasts that are still starting to swell. But the peachy nipples at its tip were not commensurate with the poor body and were unusually erect.
And from the twitchy crack visible between the crotches, the mucus had overflowed, and the pubic nucleus at the top of that crack had been exposed by pushing the skin away.
Side effects of the medicine? It should have been normal when I saw it in the bathroom. An over-developed sexy belt that doesn't snuggle in underdeveloped flesh.
And the appearance of a kid bitch with a cloudy consciousness. The pills may have started to work, but I'm not in that bad shape.
Does it also have to do with the amount I drank? Even though it's legal, depending on how much you drink, it works differently. And the risk increases for that matter.
Besides, to see the condition of the kid bitch, this may be a constant use of equivalent medication.
The kid bitch who handles one of my things with his right hand is turning his left hand behind his back and moving that hand.
A water sound called puchu puchu that sounds slight. Are you untying your anus with your fingers?
"I'm not going to embarrass your brother. So is your brother, isn't he? That's why you're using the hole in the back, right? Then we can go in, right? You can put it out as you like, okay?
The kid bitch, who was barely breathing and coveting, began to drop his hips as he smiled as he swam his eyes.
I remember a null feeling on the tip of one thing, and an unusually narrow hole tries to put one thing in.
"Ku, no - too much"
Are you in pain or the kid bitch eating and tying his teeth in the face still tries to drop his back.
I can't do this. Not developed at all.
"Hey! You're gonna rip my ass off!
"So, it's okay! It hurts so much it feels so good!
I feel the feeling of forced holes widening from one tip to the other.
Keep it up and you'll rip the hole, but you'll cut your sphincter. The kid bitch is too sweet on his mind. If you don't take the time to develop your anus, your sphincter will run out and become useless.
You could be forced to live in diapers all your life.
"Stop, Shizuka! It's a broken meat potty! I'll teach you enough pleasure to forget your meds! So now you're gonna have to do more than that. Eh!
"Ha, I'm coming in! Your brother's in Shizuka. No! No, no, no!"
Kid bitch who ignores my call and keeps falling back. The tiny holes, spreading wide, put in about half the tip of one of my things.
"Ma'am, True Harp was spraying hot water, but I'm gonna have your brother's stuff put in my stomach. I can't be a true harp, but I can. Because Shizuka is a real meat potty."
Is the medicine clouding my consciousness? Or did you lose your mind tag in your conversation with me, either way, it's not like you can talk and figure it out. Then I have no choice.
"If you want it so bad, I'll give it to you!
If you put all one thing in, you'll lose your worst sphincter. To stop it, he freed up the urinary intentions he had enjoyed.
"Hih!?
I feel the piss erupt from one object in momentum, and the relief spreads. Contrary to that, the kid bitch is eye-opening and solidifying.
My thoughts must have stopped altogether in my piss sprayed into my intestines with tremendous momentum.
Even if you're used to it, you're not used to it being injected.
"Oh, come in. Oh, what is this?"
He blued his red face to burn and convinced the screaming, blubbering, shivering kid bitch that the operation was a success.
He must be rapidly sprayed with piss in his rectum, causing panic. He seemed crazy about masturbating using drugs, but still, if you let me tell you, he's a chick.
"Whoa, brother, let it out too much! My tummy, my tummy's ripping!
On the unstoppable piss, the lower abdomen of the kid bitch began to swell.
"Because I use diuretics. Besides, it was more than the limit. It's not over yet."
"Oh, no!?
You've learned fear in an infused piss, the kid who shivers his lips and looks at me. The eyes were shaking violently.
"If you don't want to, get out. I was going to divulge it. I don't care."
"Oh no! Shizuka is not like Shinji! If we stop here, Shizuka's presence will be meaningless! Shizuka will be a real meat potty!
A kid bitch who is infused with enough piss to inflate her lower abdomen to be bored with fear and pain. But I don't just show you how to escape.
My sister has the qualities of a natural meat potty, but even if the blood is not connected, my sister, seems to have quite the qualities. This isn't so bad.
"Then let him take it off tight like a toilet. Let's make this your recruiting test. If you spill a drop, you're disqualified."
Well, if you can't, I don't mind, but you need to make Kirbitch feel confident in order to cut off the pills.
Kirbitch put pills on me to let me know he was on medication all the time.
I can't tell my parents even if my mouth is ripped. I don't want to worry about Makoto any more. That's where the white feather arrow stood.
Funny. I thought he was a thin kid, but when I peeled him off, he turned out to be a really funny kid.
Tutoring to keep the medicine off. My arm or my ecstasy, which is the battle above. Really interesting.
"Whoa, bro, it's gonna be a real meat potty"
Kid bitch keeps accepting the piss I release while letting her sweat on her cheeks. Because of its luxurious body, its pocky, swollen lower abdomen was noticeable.
It's like the kid's pregnant.
In the end, the kid bitch accepted all the piss I spit out. It's good for the first time.
"Oh, pass?
I laughed niggardly at the kid bitch who blued his face, drooling cold sweat, and looked at me with anxious eyes as he shook his lips.
"Critical, but passing"
The kid bitch, who heard my answer and looked ho relieved, hurried and turned his right hand behind his back.
I guess because of the loss of my mind, my piss, which accumulated in my intestines, was about to leak. Seems like he hastily plugged it with his fingers to prevent it.
Standing up with his finger in his anus to avoid leaking his accepted piss, the kid bitch headed to the toilet in a relaxed foothold.
I was left alone, staring into the ceiling and sighing.
"It was refreshing, but I see, is the ecstasy served by the kid bitch also exciting? You blew my sleepiness."
And I'll leave you alone lying on your back.
Besides, my pants remain unloaded. I can't even use my hands straight away.
What a pity he looks, but if he can't fix it, there's nothing he can do.
"Really, it's a rough day. But it feels like the day it started to get better."
The certainty with Castle Island's house will not disappear for the time being. No, it may not disappear for life.
But I found a way out. There's nothing we can do about it right now, but it's a lot better than nothing.
As a powerful weapon for this, he also succeeded in keeping the kid bitch in his hands.
If there's a problem, you're my brother. It's about my brother, he might be planting a bug in the room.
One of the things I'd like to hide from my brother, if possible, until it's realistic, but it's about that brother, you'll notice sooner or later.
I mean, I need measures to stop my brother from interfering, even if he knows it.
Already known. If we work out a plan based on that premise, we might be able to get ahead of ourselves for not being optimistic.
Right, you want me to punch you out of here?
I'm gonna strike out, which means I'm not gonna distract my brother, I'm gonna focus on me. Instead of hiding, you dare make contact.
Even my brother won't be that free. There must be no reason to stay this way forever. Then focus your consciousness on me while I'm over here and stop the leap.
It's just an idea, but it could be surprisingly handsome.
My pants were pulled up when I was fucking laughing at that.
At some point I wonder if the kid bitch came back from the toilet and lowered his gaze. Then there's the look of Makoto crawling on all fours and letting me wear pants.
"You... you were awake?
They must have drugged you. But it's not a sleeping pill, it's Chinese. No wonder I woke up, but if...
"You, if you were awake, help me..."
Rather than anger, it outweighs fright, only sighs.
Makoto, with his face up, looked at me like that anxiously. Not the usual asshole side.
"It was when Shizuka was horseback riding over Aoi. Aoi, is it true that Shizuka relies on drugs?
The trembling whisper of the true harp reaches my ear. Did you still not know the true harp? Well, of course. But even if I find out, I can't do anything about True Harp. Instead, I guess it's because the kid bitch also knew things were just going to get worse that he asked me for help.
"Because of me..."
Blue trumpet face. Kid Bitch should have seen this happen.
"I don't care. I'm not interested in whose fault it is. That idiot is addicted to drugs. That's the reality and the fact."
True harp's body trembled in my words.
"Oh, if you're Aoi, you think you can do something about it... can I?
With his brow butt down and tears in his eyes, Makoto clung to my jacket.
"Naturally. With my arm, it's not enough to take a drug dependency or anything. But don't get me wrong, okay? Nothing for you, let alone the kid bitch. I'm just gonna use that kid as an experimental bench to satisfy my desires."
Makoto, who was listening to me with tears in his eyes, made his mouth a letter to and overflowed with large grains of tears.
"Ho, really, I'm sorry I depended on you from what to what... and thank you"
Makoto lowered his head with such a trembling voice, as he buried his face on my chest, pressing his voice to death and crying, shaking his shoulders.
I don't care, but if you have time to cry and thank me, will it be time for you to untie the rope?