But fuck it, it's okay because it feeds me some food.
As the greasy meat passed through the throat, it felt good. Winia is constantly wandering when she sees my face. I didn't even think to say anything because I looked so happy that I couldn't spit on my smiling face.
I used to raise cats at home when I was in my hometown, and when I saw how well I was eating, I used to feel weird. Maybe Winia feels the same way.
"Nigger, is it good?"
"... bruises."
"Hahaha!"
Yeah, I like you.
I said I'm good. I can't say anything. Fuck.
I can't even treat her because she's already mixed up.
She looks like that. What do we do?
"... you're not in a bad mood, are you?"
Still, it looks offensive.
Winia, who was looking at my face, suddenly asked.
"Bruises."
It's not that bad.
"Really?"
"Bruises."
"Really?"
"... bruises."
"Nigga. Scratch it. Honestly, if you're honest, I'll forgive you. You're not in a bad mood, are you? You're not forcing me to do it, are you?"
No, why are you so persistent?
Well, this is all an expression of anxiety, too.
I smiled and replied again.
"Bruises."
"... I see."
Like I said, I didn't hate it that much.
"Thank you, nigger. Thank you for taking this shit."
Winia, who smiled bitterly, said: It's an unbearable tension, but in the first place she is. You must be suffering from something similar to a mental illness. I could understand now.
I came out after dinner.
Now I wanted to go back to Slowly Claudie. As I watched Winia's boobs burst from the ground, my sexual desire boiled up. My South muscle had already been inflated like a balloon for a long time.
There is nothing that can satisfy this explosive desire but Claudie.
I was going to say goodbye in some way using one of the letters "bruise," and Winia grabbed my wrist as she approached me.
"Let's go, nigga. It's a date with you two today."
"..."
Are you talking about a murder date?
Winia grabbed my wrist and dragged it... Yes, let's get along a little better today. I entrusted myself to her without a word. So we walked the streets.
It was a strange couple who saw it, and it was misleading.
I don't want anyone I know to run into...
Suddenly, even Copson would be in trouble if he showed up.
"... me."
While walking in silence, Winia opens her mouth first.
"I can do anything a nigger asks me to do."
I wanted to answer, but expressing my feelings in a single letter called 'bruise' was practically impossible. I mouthed.
"Oh, fuck. Nigga, at this point, you can just say it. Do I have to tell you everything? Why are you so unidentified? Just do what you can, just do what you can."
"Oh, yeah."
"... so. Nigga, do you have a schedule today?"
"Absolutely not. It was a quiet day in the first place."
Today's schedule was only Claudie after the training.
"So it's okay to date?"
"It's a date, but it is. Do as you please. I'll come with you because the bruise told me to."
"You're such a good nigger. Thank you."
Since then, I have moved with a slightly mild conversation with Winia. I couldn't even feel what a man and woman should be dating in this world fantasy, but Winia dragged me around as if she was more familiar with the city than I thought.
And the place of arrival was a women's clothing store.
I had a bad memory.
"What are you hardening?"
He dragged me in without hesitation.
The inside of the shop was quite spacious. All sorts of clothes were on display, but they were as glamorous as the modern ones. Do women like to buy clothes? Despite this time, there were quite a lot of guests.
All the guests were women.
Immediately, my gaze was focused on me.
"... seepearl."
The women who looked at me began to murmur. He was only looking at me with a face that was difficult to reach the clerk. Still, I don't think I come to treat women and chase them out.
"Nigga, sit here for a while."
"Me, don't leave me alone."
"Are you ashamed to be left alone?"
"I'm so fucking ashamed, so please stay with me. Huh?"
At least I'm talking to Winia, and the suspicious gaze is picking up, but there's still a limit to how long I can hold out.
"It's okay, it's okay. Nobody says anything. Answer me when I call. Do you understand?"
Winia, who was informed, walked out into the depths of the store.
Then I carefully picked out a few clothes and swiped into the curtained dressing room. Being left alone in drowsiness, I just kept my head up and hoped this troubled time would pass.
"What is that..."
"Did you just come with that magician?"
I heard whispering as soon as Winia disappeared. It seemed to me that both women were wizards in robes.
"You look terrible..."
"Oh, my God, look at your head..."
I thought I'd be out by then, but I kept moaning, so I raised my head and looked up at my two year old face.
"Argh!"
Then he went out screaming.
.. Yes, my twin plates are a little messy.
I sat back and waited for Winia to come out.
"Nigga."
"Hmm?"
I heard Winia's voice inside the dressing room curtain. "Come here." I couldn't hear his voice, so I went ahead and listened to him.
"What did you say?"
"..."
- Yikes!
"Ugh!"
Immediately, a small hand came out of the curtain and grabbed and dragged my arm. In an unexpected situation, I was dragged into the dressing room... No way!
I'm in the dressing room and I'm the only one in Winia!
This deployment is unacceptable!
"What is this...!"
"Nigga, close your eyes."
Fortunately, Winia was wearing a robe. As I was about to leave, Winia pushed me against the wall. I hesitated to sit down in shock. Winia looked down at me and said,
"There. I'm doing it."
"Hey, what the hell... oh."
- Glug.
Winia takes off the robe.
Then her underwear, her body, was clearly revealed.
The red brassiere was so small in size that it could not even cover half the bursting breasts, and the crooked waist that led to the bottom and the panties that surrounded the bottom of the large hips were also extremely tempting designs.
It looked like the kind of underwear Claudie bought to please the man. Winia looked down at me, revealing such a sentimental body.
"... just tell me you like niggers now."
"This is..."
"I can do it all."
Winia bends her knee and grabs my hand and brings it to her chest. The heat of the chest was reported with the tip of the hand. Obviously, Oda Nobuna was against Hideyoshi.
"Everything."
She openly began to rub my hand against my chest. The soft breasts were hunched. Seeing that, my appetite boiled up even though I had decided to resect it.
"Huh? Nigga. Can't you just tell me it's good for once? You tried so hard, didn't you? It's the first time I've ever done this to anyone. The nigger's the only one."
"..."
"I know my breasts are bigger than ordinary women. I know how to get that look. But that's not the same for niggers, is it? You've always seen my boobs, not my face."
I've been saying it like I'm appealing. I never thought that Winia would get this far. This is to seduce and seduce me so that I can't even gamble.
"Doesn't that mean... you want to touch it? Nigga, I like it, though."
What the hell am I supposed to tell you? I felt like it was a lie that Gimcott had to worry about this woman. I think the Teletobies will see it. I picked a horse in my head in chaos.
Winia hurt me a lot, but now I didn't want to hurt her. Gimcott can't say much to a woman that she likes her. If so, I am.
"I'll do whatever you want. So today's the day. You're only doing what I say today. I won't tell anyone. Just... just keep it a secret. Huh?"
It was literally a runaway.
Winia spoke to me in her arms.
"... tell me something. Do you reject me because I've been harassing you? Nigga, I'm so sorry about that. But that means that I... love you..."
In response to Winia's passionate confession, I also opened my mouth.
"I don't hate it. Winia, honestly, I don't think you're bothering me anymore. I just... I can't take your heart because I have Claudie."
"... even if she's okay?"
"I'm not okay."
"Why do you think that? If everything's okay, isn't it just fine? I'm asking you to do this. Nigga, please. Please. Just tell me it's good for once. That's it."
It makes sense that if you are tempted by your body, you have lost all pride. Winia started crying again. I seem to see you crying a lot these days.
Blurred, she said.
"This is how I do it... my heart. You can do whatever you want. That's not all. As it was then, as it was then... I..."
"I'm sorry."
"...!"
Can I say something other than an apology?
I tapped Winia's trembling back.
After a while, Winia stood up to see if it had calmed down.
"Calm down."
"..."
But Winia's look at me was strange.
A strange expression suddenly turns into a face that seems to realize something, and suddenly I start to stare at myself. It was not a real bigotry, it was a storm of emotions that turned into visual acuity itself.
"No, nigga."
"Hmm?"
"Why was it okay then, but not now?"
"What?"
Winia, frowning as usual, confidently said.
There was no face full of grief.
What?
"Nigga, I'll be honest. You have to take responsibility. This nigga has to take responsibility. You took my first one so violently, and now it's over, so I'm gonna run, okay?"
Winia said in a sharp tone.
"Uh-huh? Well, that's not it. That's...!"
No, I didn't!
You seduced me first! Claudie blew up the mentor!
Uh...?
I felt like crap because I thought like this.
Wait, did I do this wrong?
"Ha.. You really are irresponsible nigger! Damn it, you son of a bitch. Nigga, do you have any sense of responsibility? Huh? Do you have it?"
"G, calm down!"
"Take responsibility! Take responsibility!"
I shut Winia's glowing mouth.
Responsibility.
Yes, it is my responsibility
The woman who spent the night with me is asking me to take responsibility! It was absurd to avoid this responsibility as a man, and in this case it was common sense to give it entirely according to the woman's words.
Screwed.
Where did you get out of the way, me!
I was such an unconventional man!
This is why no man or macho...! I felt like I was being denied my life... that window! That responsibility!
"Above, Winia... calm down and start with the clothes, huh?"
"... will you take responsibility?"
"I'm gonna lose! I'm gonna lose! Calm down!"
Winia takes Robe and wipes her tears. Then you go straight outside the dressing room. I went out after her, too, in a panic.
"What I saw before, please calculate. I'm wearing it."
"Ah, the underwear, right?"
"And this and this."
Winia was doing her calculations, holding a handful of clothes. I feel like I've fallen into a trap. After finishing the calculation, Winia gave me the clothes.
"Listen to this."
"Hey, you. I just got off the hook."
"Nigga, bruise."
Winia said with a very fresh smile.
I went after Winia with my luggage, whether I took it or not.