I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Eh?

Qianhuajiang is a little puzzled, isn't it just a spanking, why is it so slow?

Start with a snap, and stop, isn't it that simple?

This doubt, the body naturally relaxes.

At this moment, Makoto Jingong's big hands fell on her hips, and the loud applause immediately echoed throughout the room.

"Oh~"

Qianhuajiang yelled involuntarily, and then hurriedly covered her mouth, her face suddenly turning red.

This sounds... so strange...

Then, she realized that her act of actively sending her small butt to his hands was completely wrong.

This hateful guy has no intention of punishment at all, and he obeyed her very much. Slap is indeed painless, but...but...can you not touch it?

Huh~

Feeling stronger and stronger, Qianhuajiang can only cover her small mouth with her hands.

This short punishment time is as long as a century, and it always tortured Qianhuajiang's mind.

His hands are really terrible!!!

What dissatisfied Qianhuajiang most is that he seemed to treat his ass as a watermelon!

Isn't this the way to touch the watermelon??

However, she took the initiative to send it to the door, and even if there was more dissatisfaction in her heart, she could only hold it back for the time being.

After touching one circle after another, Qianhuajiang's endurance is about to reach its peak.

She felt.. Let him touch it again, she was...somewhere would be wet.

"are you ready?"

Finally, she couldn't help sobbing.

Makoto Jingu frowned and said, "No, you are a little taller."

"Oh~"

Aggrieved, poor, and helpless.

Hey, you must not spank him again next time!!!

Qianhuajiang would rather let him beat the palm of his hand, although it hurts a little, it is better than this.

This process is really torturous.

Chapter 61: Little Devil and Cute!

Although covered by a long skirt, the outline is clearly visible.

The quality of the school’s uniforms is very good. This black long skirt can block any exploration from the line of sight, but it can’t withstand the direct touch.

Jingu Makoto can clearly feel that besides the soft and elastic sensuality, he can also touch some other things.

For this reason, he deliberately deliberately explored it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion: they are not all evil safety pants.

In fact, most girls wear safety pants with short skirts, because short skirts are easy to run out when doing certain positions, such as when sitting down.

Wearing an impervious long skirt and not wearing safety pants is quite normal.

And the combination of this normal situation and the very abnormal atmosphere at this time is undoubtedly another burst of excitement.

When I thought of the most intimate clothing under the black skirt, Jingu Makoto couldn't help but breathe a little short of no obstacle.

The person involved doesn't seem to have this consciousness, and can only say that the boy's association of such things will always exceed the girl's imagination.

Qianhuajiang still gritted her teeth, silently enduring the torment that his nasty big hand brought to her.

This kind of strange throbbing surging, made her tender body tremble from time to time, just keeping her reserved, has consumed all Qianhuajiang's reason.

There are two voices hovering deep in her heart: one is persevering, complaining about how this guy keeps his hands, and the other is secretly looking forward, as if to tear the shackles of restraint, the most primitive His desires are covered with legitimate reasons.

It is difficult for a girl to stand up to slap, not to mention such shame and intimacy.

Qianhuajiang could feel that her endurance was slowly decreasing, and she was about to lose control of her emotions.

If it continues, she might really have to follow the demonic whisper in her heart, cater to the deepest desires, and unreservedly vent the shameful moan.

Obviously, he was only planning to let him spank and quell his temper to make up for his mistake, but Makoto Jingong once again seized the opportunity she gave and directed the atmosphere to a place Qianhua had never expected.

At this moment, she hadn't realized that his thoughts had gradually shifted deeper, otherwise, Qianhua would definitely not be able to let him continue.

No matter what, she can't give up the last line of defense for the time being.

This is a very bottom-line question of principle.

It's not that she doesn't like him to such an extent, it is because she feels that if she just gives up on the bottom line, it is really too fast.

Even if he didn't accept himself, he didn't reject himself, the two maintain this extremely ambiguous relationship of half lovers and half friends, at least they have to get along with this relationship for a while to go further.

It's not that she doesn't want it, but it's really too precious, and the education she has received since childhood has also constantly instilled such a concept in her.

The girl's first time is the most precious treasure in the world.

If you are not extremely loving and willing, you can never deliver it easily.

Once confessed, then the girl is no longer precious.

Jingu Makoto was already not satisfied, just circling and rubbing on the stilts on both sides, he didn't even think about taking advantage of this atmosphere to capture her for the first time.

In fact, he himself respected the girl very much for the first time, never forced or messed up.

Looking at the previous situation, all the women took the initiative. In this regard, he was more like a hateful pretending to be a passive leader.

A planner who hooked the fish, but did not pull the rod, stood silently by the river, waiting for the fish to be delivered by themselves.

Back at the moment, he was just a bit nasty and curious.

Jingu Makoto moved the position of the rubbing from the stilettos on both sides to the center, which is the most sensitive and mysterious place.

With a light touch, a sensation of moisture spread, and even through the black dress, water stains were clearly visible.

His actions overwhelmed Qianhuajiang's persistent guilt and reason. She couldn't control it anymore. After a soft groan, she immediately retracted her body, wrapped herself tightly again, and shrank into a ball.

Hidden in the quilt, Qianhuajiang was covering her hot face, and her little mouth kept muttering: "hentai! Shrine-kun, you are henai! Big henati!!!"

At this moment she had no calmness at all, all she was left with was a sense of shame, and her whole body seemed to be in a fire. She didn't know whether it was the sultry heat of the quilt or the stimulation caused by the adrenaline.

Scorching, her face was scorching, she was only left complaining indiscriminately, and only in this way could she ease her embarrassment.

How could she not feel the moist feeling that Makoto Jingong could feel as the client.

She even felt a little bit of moisture flowing from the inside to the outside.

This whole process, she clearly remembered, also caused the rising sense of shame to become more and more turbulent, almost swallowing her.

This... how can this be!!

What is wrong with me?How...how could it be so nasty!!!

The long-standing good self-cultivation contradicts the instinctive desire of the body, and she begins to wonder if she is a nasty girl.

Although, all this is the fault of Makoto Jingong.

Jingu Cheng was stunned, his face was a little bit Hao Ran, this time he was indeed a bit asshole.

In any case, it is the most sensitive part of the girl. For a time, she indulged her desires and sins.

"Ah~~, hentai! Shrine-kun, you hentai~"

Qianhuajiang was so ashamed that she wanted to commit suicide. She kept rolling under the quilt, and occasionally exposed a pair of white feet, which were entangled with each other. It can be seen that Qianhua's state at this time is indeed very messy. It was so messy that she herself was a little hard to control.

However, from Jingong Makoto's perspective, apart from the exposed white feet, he only saw the quilt rolling around, unable to see the Qianhuajiang inside the quilt.

After a little bit of his brain, he couldn't help but smile. Even so, she was extremely cute.

Shame and shame, all the girl’s emotions need comfort.

Jingu Makoto jumped onto the bed and hugged the rolling quilt. The quilt stopped moving.

Qianhuajiang slowly stretched out her small head, looking at Jingong Makoto in front of her, she was extremely worried.

After hesitating for a while, she cautiously said: "Shen Gongjun.. I.. You give me some time. Will you?"

Makoto Jingu blinked and didn't understand for a while.

Qianhuajiang thought he was unwilling, her mouth squeezed, eyes faintly with moist tears, and her tone was extremely aggrieved: "I...I am like this..."

"You can't give me some time~ I.. I also have principles~"

This half aegyo grievance whimper made the shrine's sincerity instantly melted.

He immediately understood Qianhuajiang's thoughts and cursed that it was a big hentai, but in fact he didn't mean to blame him.

She was just afraid that he wanted to take her like this, so she pleaded aggrievedly.

Makoto Jingu leaned over and pressed her forehead, covering her small mouth: "Don't cry, I'm still sick now."

Qianhuajiang wrinkled her small face, feeling aggrieved in her heart, and caring about his condition.

She nodded, before Jingu Makoto let go of her hand gently.

"However, you have no room for bargaining right now."

When the voice fell, he conveniently landed and rolled the quilt into a piece, which happened to be tightly wrapped around Qianhuajiang.

She was shrunk in the quilt, her limbs were all tied up with the rolled quilt, unable to move.

Panic in his heart, and unable to move his body, Qianhuajiang's mouth was squeezed, and the moisture in his eyes was instantly full.

But she still didn't cry or cry, just looking at Jingong Makoto, aggrieved and pitiful.

Gently touching her face, Jingu said dumbly, "Your face is so hot."

Qianhuajiang maintained her pitiful expression, but her big eyes that tended to turn downward still revealed her disgust.

"It's really hot, hotter than my face."

Makoto Jingu put his face close to her small face.

Sure enough... my face is so hot...

Qianhua felt a little embarrassed. When his face touched her, she actually felt a chill.

But she couldn't help but raise a question and couldn't help but ask: "Jingu-kun, are you...really sick?"

It seemed that based on his current performance, he did look a little weak when she first arrived.

From the beginning of kiss, this guy didn't look weak at all, instead of feeling weak, it looked like he was beaten up.

Jingu Makoto said with a light smile: "It was before, but not now."

Qianhua blinked her big innocent eyes, her expression was a little confused, and she was confused by his answer.

He hugged her tightly and said softly: "When you come, I will be cured."

Eh....

Qianhua's eyes suddenly became gentle.

But she was not completely bewildered by his sweet words, she was clearly aware that her current situation was dangerous.

After a brief gentleness, she whispered: "Then do you have anything uncomfortable? Do you want me to get you an ice towel."

Speaking of ice towels, ice towels have been on the ground for a long time.

Makoto Jingu shook his head and moved closer.

Qianhuajiang said anxiously: "Shen Gongjun~ Give me some time~"

"What do I want, I just want to kiss you." Jingu Makoto Judo.

"Really?"

"You don't believe it? Then I will eat you now."

"Eh, don't!" Qianhuajiang opened her small mouth proactively, and hooked his lips together.