Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

Shu Sheehan was born into a poor family in the Inland West.

Originally the Shu family was a famous family there, apparently generating intellectuals and culturalists from generation to generation, but lost everything due to the administrative revolution that took place in my grandfather's generation.

Sheehan's father should have rarely been beneficial to his ancestors, but he had a vicious habit of boasting about his family if he was drunk.

As a result, young Sheehan, whose parents disappeared one day and whose houses and assets were taken over by those who named relatives, was to be lost on the streets, even by a badly touched official.

Then some time later, I remember feeling pretty twitchy, but when I realized I was going to go somewhere like school.

Memories around here are vague, but now that I've grown up and figured out a lot, I could presume that I was probably caught, sold, and got there.

That was an educational institution run by a man called Old Huang.

Sheehan still thinks he was lucky to have been sold under Old Huang, although clothing and housing were guaranteed and he was to receive a fairly rigorous education.

Those who left often became bureaucrats and military personnel according to their abilities, and Sheehan became an intelligence officer.

It was her job to wash out and cage disturbing molecules in the country.

Eventually Huang Lao was to retreat from the line.

It still has a lot of influence in the center, but it doesn't change the fact that it is a hiding place.

Sheehan stopped being an agent to keep up with Old Huang.

She loved Old Huang.

After knowing he picked it up and raised it to use himself.

Since then, Sheehan has started sourcing Japanese art in order to keep up with Huang Lao's taste.

"Yourself, anything is foreseeable... Who are you really?"

Sheehan sighed in disdain when he was told his biography.

She was the one who was told the name of Old Huang, who hardly anyone was supposed to know, and was more alert with anger, but as she heard Yangichi's words, her anger rapidly subsided.

Eventually, the anger turned into fear, but eventually I had to be frightened.

"I don't really want you to get your hands on people's country stuff."

"Haha, sorry. At first, it just started flowing in the country."

"Still gonna be a lot of quality and quantity, right? Don't be too greedy."

"I look at the Japanese art catalogue and stuff with my grandfather's occasional nostalgic face. And then you want to do something about it?

"No, even if they ask me to consent... So if you're a female thief or something, it's gonna be tough for you to keep your eyes open, right?

"That's fun!

Sheehan chuckled when he said so.

To that innocent looking smile, Yaichi is blinded for a moment.

That looked like an honest smile, unlike the deliberate stupidity of pretending to be a tourist or the luster he was behaving as a waitress.

"I mean, it's weird how you talk."

Sheehan's words I've heard from earlier, but I'm not even talking Japanese Kansai valves.

"Really!? How long have we been saying this word..."

Soon after opening his eyes to surprise, Sheehan turns his astonishing gaze to Yangichi.

"I know what you're saying. Who are you really?"

What Sheehan has been talking about since earlier is words around her homeland, the Inland West.

It should have been a completely different language rather than a cliché, a language that only those who can speak the common language of this country could understand.

[Language Understanding +] translates it into Kansai Valve style.

"Come on, Yang Yi Han, who knows everything, approached us for what purpose?

"As I said earlier, I want the machete you stole back"

"Why not"

"Only because I need it."

"... a casserole?

"No, good general public"

"Where's Yanen!

"You're a mediocre Japanese, no matter where you look from, right?

"There's no way a good, mediocre Japanese citizen would let go of a goddamn pistol!!

"Or so it is."

"I can't really do this..."

So Sheehan dropped his shoulder disappointingly and exhaled heavily.

"You don't expect me to give you what I stole, do you?

"That sort of thing. So give it back."

"Um, but hey..." I hope so. - Tell me, no one will ever see you again. "

"But it's the most convenient way to ask you."

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To Yangichi's words, Sheehan narrows his eyes lightly.

"... as if I could do it in a way that's not convenient."

"Well, if that bothers you, you can do whatever you want with a gobble push."

To Yaichi, who said so all the time, Sheehan felt something thin and cold, sifting his shoulders blindly.

It's supposed to be a baseless word, but the man in front of me somehow thinks he's going to accomplish exactly what he wanted to do.

"I don't know... if it's some kind of souvenir"

That's all I said, Sheehan grinned at his mouth.

If you can't let it go wild anyway, you should control this situation.

"Hey, I have a suggestion for you"

"... you're talking differently again."

"Ugh, I don't care"

Saying, Sheehan stood up loosely.

The language of my hometown really makes my vegetables come out.

So when this is the case, Japanese or common language is better.

"So, what's the suggestion?

Sitting on the couch, next to Yaichi, who looked up at herself and asked so, Sheehan lowered her hips.

Keep your body close and arms around his neck.

"My job, can you help me?

"Work?"

"Yes, the female thief Jean Chelsea's"

Information from Ako Ltd, which I stumbled upon earlier.

I decided to use that.

"If you have a souvenir, Old Huang will see you."

If Sheehan cares about it, he can always see Old Huang.

It's just dangerous to let Yangichi see Old Huang.

Then you'd better get the treasure as you bone him out.

"I see, Ako took the art."

Yaichi, who was briefed by Sheehan, didn't seem very convinced.

"Apart from letting Old Huang see you, I'd also like to thank you."

"Thank you?"

"hehe... you know"

Gently apply force to the arm turned around the neck, attracting the body of Yangichi, while the other hand removes the belt and grates the zipper of his trousers.

Sheehan felt Yangichi's breathing was disturbed.

A perfume that emits a specially formulated sweet fragrance has an ecstasy effect when mixed with her sweat.

"... Amu"

He took the lips of his opponent, who looked at himself with a slightly vain eye, and at the same time handily shifted the trunk to expose the ichimotsu.

"Ham... get lost..."

I gently stroked an already hardened ichimotsu as I tangled my tongue.

"Chipu... get lost... Nchu Ru..."

The target also has a good tongue inside.

but I'm an amateur.

I guess I just have some experience.

"Huh...... ugh"

"... the reward is to pay in advance?

"No, only half, you know. When you're done, I'll pay you everything."

"... you want me to kill you alive and make you listen?

"No way. I'll get you to the end. It feels so good I've never tasted it before."

"Gu......!

Yaichi, who is swallowed with meat bars, accidentally leaks his voice.

"That handjob sucks."

"Hehe, did you know about intra-abdominal surgery?

"In room surgery? Oh......"

In-room surgery is the technique of sex when it comes to sloppiness.

Apparently, Yaichi knows about it, so the story is quick.

"I am a more ancient user of indoor art in this country."

"Ah..."

When Sheehan releases his hand, Yaichi leaks a residual voice.

With a luscious grin on her face, Sheehan kneeled in front of Yangichi, sitting on the couch, observing a meat stick that freaked and swayed from time to time as she dripped glandular fluid.

(Heh... you've got some pretty good stuff)

It is a country where things like osteophysiology and palmistry have been handed down.

If so, the genitals also have their own phase, and it is not strange to have the discipline to diagnose it.

In-room technique conveyed to modern times the knowledge of what kind of attack was effective, depending on its size and shape.

"Amu... Jiubu... Get lost..."

"Wow...!

Sheehan, who read the phase of the penis, just included it in his mouth.

Shortly afterwards, Yaichi raised her voice unexpectedly as she was attacked with weaknesses by blurred lips and tangled tongues.

"Jubbub...... Lerorello...... Jubbub"

Stimulating his penis with his mouth, Sheehan reached for his testicles and began gently rolling.

"Damn... that, yabba..."

"Nfufu... Nchuru... Bubu..."

Sheehan gently pushes his fingers around the fundamentals of his penis and perineum (eh) as he entertains Yangichi's scrotum.

"What... ah... yabba... already!?

There are several meridians around the lower abdomen and groin that encourage ejaculation.

In-room surgery also involved the use of meridians to irritate the target.

The location of the meridians, which differs subtly from person to person, is accurately read from the shape of the penis and stimulated with moderate force application and subtraction, while instilling distraction.

"Wow...!!

- Dobrrrrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrrrr! Brrrrr!!

Less than a minute after Ferratio began, Yaichi ejaculated into Sheehan's mouth.

"Ngu... Ngu..."

Swallow without leaving a drop of semen to be ejected while gently enveloping the turtle head in the back of his throat.

"Huh... Ugh, what do you think?

"Oh, no... I've never been so crazy so fast with my mouth."

"This is the in-room technique. Thousands of years have passed down pulsating just to make a man feel better."

There are some lies in this explanation.

In the first place, intramural art is a discipline based on Yin and Yang five-line ideas, the first to be completed by men and women combined.

It wasn't just a technique to please men unilaterally, Sheehan inherited it. It was a little distorted when it came to in-room surgery.

However, it must be a technology that has been conveyed for thousands of years.

"... that's it, over?

"I told you, didn't I? He said he'd give it to you till the end."

Sheehan began to touch around Yangichi's groin as he lusciously distorted his mouth.

"This way, I'll let you mind your cheerful bumps..."

"Chi......?

If you think there is, and you don't think there isn't.

It is Sheehan's perception of the Qi thing.

I don't see it clearly, I don't feel it, but I think it is, and it's better to have an image that pokes through the meridians and distracts them from the meridians, which is more visible and effective.

"Oooh!?

Not long after ejaculation, the numb penis quickly regains hardness.

"Ugh, this one feels better, huh?

Sheehan, standing up and taking off his softly wet shorts, spanned Yangichi.

"Amen......"

Yangichi's tip touches the secret part that remains hidden in the forehang of the china dress.

"Huuuuuuuuuu...!

"Grr... ooh...!

Sheehan's meat pot swallows the hardened penis to the ground.

"My vagina, what do you think?

"Ya suck..."

Into the vaginal penis, he pours his attention through the entangled meatloaf.

"Oh... what, this..."

Embrace enclosed foreign objects and imagine each other's genitals swinging.

"Yaba... melt..."

It was either good for Sheehan to know if he really cared, or if his body was making the right moves to match his image.

What matters is giving a man supreme pleasure.

"Feel good?"

"Shit... I just inserted it and it's not working, but it looks icky already..."

And manipulating men as they please.

"Ugh, you can always put it in your vagina."

Slowly raising his hips, his penis releases as he makes a tiny noise.

Yaichi probably feels that every single piece of meatballs that goes inside the meat stick is being pulled out and peeled off.

"Whoa...!

It is a cross-dimensional pleasure that I have never tasted before.

After completely releasing to the tip, he sinks his hips again.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu... again, come in..."

At the same time as the meat stick enters the meat kettle, it feels like the meat stick enters the inside of the tortoise head or meat stem.

Such a pleasure that not only genitals, but even souls mix together.

"Ohhhh!

- Dbürrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Brrrrrr! Brrrr!!!

Just one round trip from insertion.

Yaichi brazenly ejaculated.

It's not over yet.

"Ugh... ah...!

At the end of ejaculation, the meridians are pressed again and the meat bars become stiff.

"You want to feel better, right?

"Oh, I want more..."

Yangichi replied, reflecting Sheehan in his blurred eyes.

"I'll make you feel better soon."

Beauties who appeared in the history of this country and captivated the powerful.

Among them, who tilted the castle at times and also the country at times, were the users of this in-room technique, he said.

"A... a..."

"I'm out again..."

The semen released from the vaginally pulsating penis floods out of the junction.

Even though it had not been 10 minutes since then, Yaichi had ejaculated five times.

"Ugh... ah..."

Having continued to get a strong sense of comfort with a short span, he is no longer able to speak properly.

I'll be back to normal once I have time, but I won't be fully recovered.

"My job, you can help me."

"Ah......"

"When you're done, I'll make you feel better, okay? So, huh?

"Uhhh..."

- Fallen.

Sheehan was so sure.

"Sleep now, then. And when you wake up, let's talk slowly."

"Mmm... uhhh... uhh..."

Eventually, Yaichi began to take a nap as it was brought to the couch.

Sheehan continued to gently stroke his head with the numbing meat stick inserted into his vagina.