Kid bitch falling into bed with Tosari. On his forehead and cheeks comes a sweat like balls, roughing up his breath.
I'm not unconscious, but I'm close to it.
It would be better if you couldn't stand the pain and lose consciousness. Perhaps withdrawal is not such a sweet thing.
The maid, who has a towel in her hand, does not break her expression even as she trembles slightly, wiping the sweat that has surfaced on the kid bitch's face with a towel.
"Are you okay with this?
I'm in foster care looking worried about the kid bitch's face.
Seeing the sofa side by side with chillies, a naked true harp falling in a water reservoir formed on the floor stares far away with lost light eyes.
Swallow gokuli and spit, and return your gaze to foster care.
His hands were tied behind his back, and his clear white swimsuit melted everywhere, but he was flat.
The kid bitch distracted me and missed the moment of settlement, but apparently Rikanaka won.
"Hmm? What's wrong?
A foster child who was peering into the kid's face looked up at me and tilted his neck.
"Oh, no, nothing..."
When I accidentally turned away from my foster care, I desperately tried to contain the beating beat.
How did you win from that situation? You can't. It's impossible to think normally.
It's possible he blew himself up because it's about True Harp. But I couldn't use both hands in the foster care, so I was supposed to inject a lot of hot water into my stomach and use that water as a bullet. I couldn't drain my belly water all at once because of it.
That would have resulted in taking away the greatest weapon in foster care, agility and maneuverability, and it should have been nearly impossible to escape.
And yet you say you won?
When I looked inside, I laughed at the foster care center staring at me jeez.
"Until one of Shizuka's things settles down, your date is on hold."
And naturally, I said that.
I didn't say I was going on a night date. I said I would reward you, but I don't even remember giving you the right to let that reward decide freely.
"How..."
"Hmm?"
"Oh, no, nothing..."
Leaving the reward aside for once, how the hell did you win?
Even assuming every pattern, I can't really imagine a victory in foster care.
If there is, an eighty-hundred long match between Reichung and Makoto. It's not weird if Inner Chung wins, but he had me right in front of his eyes and nose. Though I didn't happen to see it, it should be easy to imagine how angry I would be if I were exposed. Yet will there be grand eight hundred?
True harp was defeated in the first place, so what good is true harp? You don't have it.
"Mr. Castle Island, you look blue, but what's wrong?
A frozen foster child peered into my face with his upper eye.
"Yes, no, nothing..."
Both hands are certainly tied to the back hand. Besides, I guess I couldn't get through it, the clear white swimsuit was melting everywhere, telling different tales of the fierceness of the battle.
"Maybe you were surprised to see that arr earlier? Well, I mean, I didn't think it was going to work, either, or it was a bet. There's no escape in the air."
Was that you earlier? What the hell was that? And in the air.
What the hell really happened?
To see what's going on in foster care, it doesn't look like eight hundred. It feels like you took a victory out of a one-shot upside down bet.
"As it were, okay. Foster, come here."
"Heh? Ah, yes"
During the foster care I was called to, I nodded cocoon and walked on the bed standing on my knees, stopping by me.
The white swimsuit that is clear, the breast shapes are grated, and even the nipple shapes appear crisp, even the light peach shapes. And the part that was eating into the groin was also making hairless female genitals emerge.
It's a swimsuit that melts everywhere, but the key part remains firm, and that's indescribably indecent again.
"Sounds like it's true you won. I'll admit it."
He made me turn my back on the foster care lined up next to mine and spoke as I untied the rope that was tying my arms.
"But I need to talk to you about your date."
"Ah, Aoi Shin..."
I turned my gaze to the voice I heard, and my body trembled viciously on its own.
A naked true harp, falling in a water reservoir formed on the floor, was stretching his right hand toward me with a pull and tremor. Those eyes are not as lively as dead fish.
"I can't believe you're going to attack me right from the top..."
Straight up? That's an attack from the top?
Looking at the foster care center, the foster care center with free arms turned to me and laughed.
Attack from the top. He said he was in the air or something. Did you jump? But how much did the attack jump from the top? Besides, with as much as three liters of hot water injected into your belly after you can't use both hands, is it something that can jump so much?
"Sa, I'm in foster care..."
Makoto, crawling down the floor with his right hand extended, calls inside with a trembling voice.
"Let's talk about it. You can understand each other if we discuss it. Our differences arise from only minor disagreements. Discuss it and you'll be sure..."
Zulu, Zulu Li, and the true harp crawling on the floor inquire as he stares into foster care with his lost light eyes. And I laughed.
Fu and sigh leak during foster care watching such a true harp with jito eyes.
"So, Makoto. What are you trying to say?
Jito, inside with his eyes still on, says so and tilts his neck.
"This battle is a draw, so please hit me with one hand -"
"Oh, no."
"Pi!?
While staring into the foster care with lost light eyes, the inner realm slashes the words of the trumpet suggested with a loving laugh. Makoto, whose mouth was shaped like a chestnut for the ruthless response in it, moistened his eyes when he groaned and made his chestnut-like mouth a letter to.
"You're gonna regret this, aren't you?
True harp, who still seemed to cry, said so and slowly rose to the spot.
All swimsuits dissolved in water, naked true harp. He is also wearing a molten swimsuit, which melts everywhere and is exposed, but in this space only the true harp is completely naked. Is that embarrassing, the right hand covering the breast, the left hand covering the groin, the inner crotch.
Shame on you for once.
"What's regret?
Jito, inside with his eyes intact, inquired into the enquiry of the true harp. Makoto, hearing it, laughed invincibly as he dyed his cheeks.
"Wow, I'm developing. We're going to keep growing."
"Phew."
"What do you think will happen then? Now is no better than Senior Rikanaka, but one of these days your strength will be antagonistic."
"Heh."
"And sooner or later I win. That's already an overwhelming difference in power."
"Oh, my God."
The inside of the bar reading is hammering at Makoto, who speaks with an invincible laugh.
"Senior Foster Chung will always be no better than me. When that happens, Senior Rikanaka will be dark first, won't she? When that happens, you ask me to forgive you, don't you? But if you're doing all this terrible to me right now, I wouldn't even get emotional, would I?
"Hmm."
I understood more or less what True Harp wanted to say, but that seems the same to me in foster care. Jito eyes are even more jito eyes.
"In short, it's a forward investment. You should be nice to me in order to light up the dark future of any Senior Foster Chung."
True harp with his chest stretched as he said that and made his mouth a letter to.
No, well, I can understand what you're trying to say, but I'm not convinced.
I guess I want to say that there will always be a day in the future when I will grow up and foster school will never win. So from now on, it's better to sell your charm to yourself, when it's for the rest of the world.
Where does that confidence come from when you have a masochistic habit?
I leaked a sigh, I saw a foster child who would be leaking a sigh as well, and there it solidified.
In foster care, which should have been a jito eye, he distracts his gaze from the true harp as if he were frightened.
Swinging colored eyes and a slightly blue face. And he seems desperate to hide it, but he's holding his trembling body tight.
What? What is this reaction? Why do you react like that when you hear True Harp's ridiculous suggestion?
"Oh, that? Senior Lee Chung?"
Seems to have noticed the strangeness in foster care as well. Perhaps as a true harp, you thought you'd be kicked over the suggestion. Still, I guess I was going to eat up and somehow pull out a compromise proposal. But he seems to have had an unexpected reaction in foster care.
"Rizhong?"
In the frightened inside, I spoke up.
I've never seen it before. I had never seen such a weak inside.
Whether he was alienated from his surroundings, jerked off or about to be attacked by a large number of men, he was indomitable in foster care. Even though he had no expression and his eyes seemed dead, his heart never broke.
The heart inside is breaking? How could you?
"Ah, haha..."
During the foster care, with a convulsive grin, he stepped out of bed as he rose with his gaze distracted from the true harp.
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a second..."
That's what I said. With my face distracted from me and True Harp, Reichi walked out toward the door of the warehouse.
"Oh, hey..."
"Sa, Senior Rikanaka?
I stopped walking perfectly to Makoto's call with me, but I left the warehouse without trying to turn around.
Are you going to go to the school building in a swimsuit that has melted everywhere while it is clear? No, going to the bathroom is probably a lie. Anyway, from this scene, it was like I wanted to escape from True Harp.
"Wow, I'm looking for Senior Foster Chung!
Makoto, who couldn't afford to raise his voice, tried to rush out of the warehouse following his foster care.
I guess I found out it was a lie to say I was going to the bathroom. That's fine.
"Wait a minute! You're gonna go out there naked as it is! At least weave my white coat and go!
Makoto, who put a sudden brake on my words, made me blush to the ear when I saw myself.
"Oh, yeah! I'll borrow your white coat!
Makoto, who said so and turned his heel back, weaved my white coat as he ran over to the pole hanger in the corner of the room. And I ran out of the warehouse without even tightening the button.
Man, I leaked a sigh of relief, and I see a kid bitch falling into bed.
I'm worried about being in foster care, but I'm not leaving this place. And Zhenqin's pursuit of foster care is probably a bad hand. But I know exactly how hard it is to stop him from running, even if he's holding on to the harp.
You know how much I can't afford it right now.
"Chip, I don't care what happens to those two idiots."
I'm not chasing you. But to be honest, it's pretty rough when you're out of foster care. He's the most decent guy I've ever met.
It would be a waste of time to expect the true harp, or it would be an extra hassle in ten or eighty-nine years. But...
"Chasing without hesitation isn't bad at times,"
In a way, it seems that there is no such effective means for the rest of the country.
Without hesitation, without shaking his sides, he will not be able to handle the true harp that follows him like a dog, without his presence in foster care.
Sometimes poison can be a pill, even if it's bad.
The time is eleven o'clock at night. Four hours have passed since foster care and Makoto left the warehouse.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha."
A kid bitch dyeing her face bright red, spraying sweat and roughing her breath.
The blue sailor clothes I wear were thick in fabric, but still the sweat was starting to seep through.
He tied both arms of such a kid bitch up behind his back and attached a ball gag to his mouth. Because it would be a hassle if you rammed up or bit your tongue.
"Oh, you know, Mr. Castle Island..."
A maid who was wiping the sweat of a kid bitch looks at me with a faceless but blue face.
I guess I'm worried about the kid bitch.
"It's the same thing when you go to the hospital. They're just going to leave you in captivity until your withdrawal has healed."
Most importantly, a hospital would be able to deal with it in case. But I'm alone. No matter how many experts there are, the kid bitch will have to fight alone. So if the withdrawal symptoms of the scabies have healed, can the kid get out of the dependence of the scabies?
Just pull out the couscous. That's not all you can do. If it works out with that, it will disappear from the world, such as the addiction of kusuri.
How did you get your hands on Kusuri? That's the liver, and unless it improves, the kid bitch will get his hands on the couscous again.
"Maid, you protect him, don't you? Then don't sleep for a moment. Piss just shit. No, let that stuff drool. Drop everything but Shizuka. You just have to hold hands all the time without taking your eyes off Shizuka."
The maid nodded at my words, trying to take the kid bitch's hand, and there she noticed that both of the kid bitch's arms were tied behind her back.
A grated maid stares at me for help.
Well, you know, what? I said hold my hand, but I don't really need to hold it, or in short, it's a matter of feelings.
I never forgot to tie my kid bitch's arms behind my back.
"Well... I should grab it with my arm."
"Yes!"
The maid, who nodded heavily at my words, gasped at both arms of the kid bitch.
About an hour later, it was midnight.
Gallari and the door opened and the foster home returned.
Close the door inside. Apparently, True Harp is not with us.
"What happened to Makoto? You didn't see him?
I left naked in a white coat. If you fail to meet with foster care, it is possible that you are still looking for foster care.
That idiot looks like a first-class product. That's like telling me to attack you if you're wandering around in the middle of the night naked in one white coat.
"Makoto would have gone home. Mr. Jojima told me to go home."
Stroke your breasts down ho ho ho to the words in your leaning foster care.
I'm the only meat potty candidate. If he gets attacked, he gets stuck.
"I was getting dressed in the shower room, so I put that on Makoto, so you don't have to worry. It's just that it's my uniform, so I was getting a little munchy."
I heard that word in foster care, and there I realized that inside was wearing a jersey.
Did you put your uniform on the harp and wear your jersey? But as I was preparing to change my uniform, where did you bring the jersey from?
Did you sneak into the school building in a white swimsuit that melted everywhere with clear clarity?
Well, unlike Makoto, I don't think people will find you in the inside.
"Eh heh..."
Standing down by the entrance to the warehouse, the whole leaning inside made a slight laugh. And when I raised my left hand, I touched my left cheek.
"Hey, Makoto dragged me all I wanted."
That's what I said and raised my face. Rikanaka is laughing happily as she stares at me with her moist eyes. And I unloaded my left hand, which was touching my left cheek.
A crisp, bright red bill emerged on the left cheek in foster care.
"Makoto's got horsepower, not what she looks like. It really hurt. I thought I was gonna die."
Nearing with a smile and laughter, Stasta and a light foothold, Rikanaka sat down on the bed with Posun.
I thought you were depressed from leaning down by the door, but it looks oddly refreshing.
"Haha, you were wrong about me. Makoto caught me off the hook."
Inside as he sits on the bed and braces his legs, he grins, staring at the front and whining.
"I'm really stupid to be afraid of losing. Afraid of losing means you were going to win. I was watching Makoto downstairs."
Tears were still going to flood me from my moist eyes, and my trembling voice was weak. But the smile was indisputably indomitable.
"Depressing should be after losing, because. And if the winner gets depressed, there's no standing for the loser," he said.
Weak voices but inside laughing with heartfelt joy. I thought it was natural to hear the words.
It seems that Zhenqin said something really obvious inside. That's all too natural, but that's why it would have worked.
"I was scared to lose because I was going to win. Me and Makoto are going after me with all their might. It's dazzling. I'm dazzled like a day and I'm kind of crying..."
Neither I nor Rikanaka are quite distorted. The foster care was distorted because, well, I did the tutoring, and the fix would still work. But I'm so distorted that I can't fix it anymore.
Truth does not make sense to those who have been distorted. I'll tell myself that, but it's pretty easy to get a grand honest argument. Especially the honest idiot's theory like a true harp.
"It's hard to go out with an idiot who's too straight, isn't it?
When I asked him inside, he laughed softly when he saw me on the side with chills.
"I'm not dazzled. They stared me out of those straight eyes, they threw me straight words, they pulled me straight with all their might, and even though it was night, I was dazzled like the light of day..."
Saying so and rubbing his left cheek lovingly, Rikanaka is laughing at Couscous.
Surely that idiot is horribly straight.
"How hard it is to leave me here and go home on my own. If it were me, I might not be able to go home. 'Cause if I leave Mr. Castle Island and Makoto alone, I can't help but worry. But Makoto left. I may be home and crying alone, but I left. You're a really strong kid..."
Strong? I thought it was a weaker, tastier prey, but where did I go wrong, I became a strong prey.
He must have fallen. Does that idiot say he doesn't realize he's fallen, or that he doesn't care how he falls in the first place?
"One way or the other, I'm the one on Soichiro's side, right? Is he a fellow hater? I hate myself, and I don't like looking in the mirror. So when I look at Soichiro, I think he feels very sick and nauseous."
Saying that while looking at me on the side, Rikanaka laughs at herself.
Your brother and foster school are alike? Give me a break. I can't stop having two such monsters.
"Makoto pulled me off with all his might, and, oh, I don't know. Soichiro knew exactly how she liked Makoto."
You're a total mazo for getting excited about violence and understanding. If a brother is similar to a foster brother like that, is he a mazo too?
Please don't. I can't stop chilling.
"Soichiro and I were more afraid than anything that Mr. Castle Island would hate us anyway. I was in a desperate mood, listened to everything I had to say, and that's how I left Mr. Castle Island alone. I know it's not what Mr. Jojima was looking for, but it's stupid."
The words inside hurt my chest.
My brother abandoned me. Maybe that's why you didn't pull me off, thinking it was better than leaving me at the Castle Island house like that, thinking it would be good for me.
But they abandoned me. I didn't care what it was for me. I was just, you know, if you could just pull me back then, that's all...
This is ridiculous. What are you thinking? I... My brother is an enemy. I'm from the Castle Island family. If it's available, you can use it and throw it away when it's no longer available. That's all.
"If you have the courage to face straight from the front like Makoto..."
"Annoying. Shut up already"
No matter how much I tell myself, I have a rash and chest ache in my language in foster care. I accidentally raised my voice because of it.
"I'm sorry. You're so stupid."
"Hmm, get out of here if you want to be stupid. Whatever happens to you and Makoto, it's not what I found out. I told you to shut up because you got tired of bumps. That's all."
"Yes, I'm sorry"
I'm sorry, but I laughed and apologized somewhere.
I got sick, and when I looked away from the inside like that, I got out of bed. And when I head to the corner of the room, I stand in front of the pole hanger.
"What are you bossy about? Maids are useless because they don't know how to teach."
He took the white coat hanging from the pole hanger and glanced inside as he put his arm through its sleeve.
"Ah, yes!
When he jumped out of bed, he rushed toward me as he was in a hurry to hear my words.
"Wearing white means teaching massage, right?
"Oh, Shizuka has not made progress in developing her sexy belt. But because of the dawn of masturbation, I'm more sensitive than a woman in line. One of these days it may burst out, but until then, massage increases sensitivity to the limit. I don't have time to sleep."
"Rikai! So we're gonna get the lotion and everything we need, right?
"Oh."
When I was finished in white, I leaned my neck, pulled out the cock and verse, and snapped my fingers in both hands.
"Reichung, give me the end of the meat potty, too. Don't let me down, okay?
"Yes!"
When I answered my query, a foster child packed with what he needed, he lined up next to me.
Bed on the front. A kid bitch lying around and roughing her breath, and a maid with that kid bitch's head on her knees, holding both arms tight.
"This finger, which developed my sister's flesh, and my sister's flesh, is very professional."
"Mr. Castle Island, you look good. You're turning black! Hi-ha-ha! Yo, Admiral, cool!
"You're so annoying."
"Yes! I'm sorry!
When I glanced at the foster care next to me with my jitty eyes, I laughed with heartfelt pleasure and raised my voice to apologize inside.
Yeah, okay. It's been a long time since I've had a massage lesson. I can't help it with my arms ringing.