Boku no Meikko wa Yandere deshita

I didn't hesitate. I don't have a choice anymore, and I have nothing to say to myself, but my hair is enough for a pretty little girl like Jing.

When I put my hand on her shoulder, she makes me kneecap and stroke her head a couple times. I dyed my eyes and meditated on the stew. Undoubtedly, things reacted quickly to the bullying of letting me take care of everything in my body even though perverted behavior was carried out.

"Oniichan, you're hitting hard on your head. Whatever you do, come on.

I can't stand orders anymore! As soon as I lowered the chuck, I began to wrap the already flipped thing around my hair. The soft and thin hair unique to toddlers is inextricably entangled in the tip of the rod. Jing-chan gently moves her head subtly and rubs her scalp against the bell mouth.

"Haha... Jing-chan, come on... Can you smell it?

"Yeah, I'm good. Smell a lot? Is oniichan happy with the smell of my hair?

"Oh, I'm so happy! I want you to smell it all the time!