I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

"I want to be beautiful. Isn't I Hiratsuka Jingu no one wants? What else makes you like me, hum."

Although it is joy in my heart, Shizuka Hiratsuka is still a girl after all, so he still needs to be reserved.

Well, isn’t it just getting older?Isn't Twenty-Nine a girl?

"Yes, yes, of course you have someone who wants it. People who want to be with you can line up to Tokyo Tower from here!"

Jingu Cheng smiled and complimented.

"Sell me less, if you can treat me better, it would be nice."

Hiratsuka gave him an annoyed look, then lowered his head to help him treat the wound.

The blood was temporarily stopped, but the tooth print was still clearly visible, and the stopped blood had not yet formed a scar, ready to gush out again at any time.

"Would you like to go to my office? My office has hemostatic stickers."

Jingu Makoto looked at her with a smile: "Do you feel bad?"

Hiratsuka rolled his eyes: "You deserve it."

"Then you still feel bad."

This person is really...

Hiratsuka was stunned by his shameless attitude: "Yes, I feel sorry for it, alright."

"Get up quickly, I'll take you to the office."

She stood up and urged.

Jingu Makoto stood up quickly, and Shizuka was somewhat frightened by the speed.

"Go and go, gogogogo!"

"Why are you so excited?" Hiratsuka Jing was confused.

Makoto Jingu approached her and whispered, "Your office came out alone, right?"

Hiratsuka was silent, so he nodded: "Yes, you haven't been here."

"That's good, then no one will bother us."

There was an ambiguous smile at the corner of Makoto Jingu's mouth, and there were only two words left in Hiratsuka Jing's eyes: sex.

She raised her high heels, gently pressed Jingu Makoto's feet, smiled and said, "What is Jingu-san thinking?"

Hiss~

The intensity increased a little, and the sharp heel of the high-heeled shoes poked the flesh and it was really painful.

Jingong Makoto held her jade legs with a wave of his hand, and he could feel the soft elasticity in it through the trousers. He not only supported it, but also gently rubbed it.

Hiratsuka splashed with goose bumps, quickly let go of his feet, and at the same time moved away from him and walked ahead.

"You be honest with me!"

She glanced back and slapped her high heels against the floor, sounding a rhythm along the way.

Jingu Makoto smiled, slowly followed her pace, and followed her into the office.

As soon as I opened the door, the smell of smoke pours over uncontrollably.

Jingu Makoto frowned subconsciously, Hiratsuka quietly secretly said bad, hurriedly torn open the curtains, took out the air freshener and sprayed frantically.

"Ahem, sorry~"

Hiratsuka put down the air freshener, lowering his head in embarrassment.

Makoto Jingu directly reached out to hold her and whispered, "Didn't I tell you last time, girls shouldn't smoke so much?"

"I know you have become a habit of smoking, and it is probably impossible for you to quit. I just hope you can smoke less."

"If you have any troubles, you might as well tell me, I'll drink with you again."

Speaking of drinking, Hiratsuka looked up at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I always think you are a little bit malicious."

"Oh?" Jingu Cheng said with a chuckle: "Teacher, if you think this is your fault, I am very simple."

"Innocent? Huh, pure lust."

Hiratsuka took the little hand out of his hand, turned around and took out the hemostatic patch and cotton swab from the drawer: "Hand it over."

Makoto Jingong gave her a hand, and she lowered her head to help him deal with it.

Putting on high heels, she is almost the same in height as Jingu Makoto, and she didn't sit down either, her buttocks were also gently on the table.

It is also difficult for Jingu Makoto to divert his eyes, because he only needs to lower his head a little, and directly face Hiratsuka's quiet white jade neck, a little deeper, and he can still see some deep grooves.

Not all the buttons on her shirt were closed.

Without any hesitation, the divine palace moved from the bottom of his heart, leaning to her jade neck and sniffing carefully.

Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't care at first, but when he sniffed itchy, she had to shrink back subconsciously, raised her head and said, "What bad thing do you want to do?"

"This perfume smells very good, teacher, have you changed the brand?"

Makoto Jingu said softly.

Hiratsuka heard the words, his eyes swept across a bottle of perfume placed on the table, pretending to be indifferent: "Well, it's good to change it. It's good to change the taste occasionally."

"Oh, that would be a little troublesome."

Makoto Jingu frowned.

"Huh? Isn't it just a change of perfume? What's the trouble."

"It's not just a simple change of perfume, but more importantly, I find that I seem to like you more."

boom!

Hiratsuka's little hand holding the hemostatic patch shook suddenly, and her face was slightly flushed.

"But right, you originally attracted a lot of people because of the charm you can't hide, but now it seems that I have a lot more competitors."

"It's really distressing."

He changed his way to praise her, and at the same time kept getting closer to her.

He knew that Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't really like him, after all, in such a short time, how could she easily like herself.

If this were the case, Hiratsuka would not have to be single for so many years.

She just changed her original idea and let herself try to accept it instead of holding a resisting mentality.

So at this time, after breaking the bondage of the teacher-student relationship, Shizuka Hiratsuka regarded him as a normal man, and Makoto Jingu must also treat Shizuka Shizuka as a normal woman.

Women, all like this kind of sultry love words, a little coaxing, a little compliment, naturally can make her love you slowly increase.

"It's silly, just change the fragrance, how can you say it is so exaggerated."

Obviously, the smile from the corner of Hiratsuka Jing's mouth could not be suppressed, but the words he said still carried a bit of arrogance.

A woman is a woman, no matter how old she is, she subconsciously keeps her reserved.

"I'm telling the truth."

Jingu Makoto tried to hold her pretty waist, and the distance between the two of them closed again.

Shizuka Shizuka stiffened and whispered: "This is the school.. Didn't you just say it is okay.. At the school..."

"You are still my teacher in school, right? I remember correctly, right?"

Jingu Makoto said this, but his hands gradually tightened.

Hiratsuka was silent for a while, and then whispered: "Let me help you put on a hemostatic sticker first."

"it is good."

Makoto Jingu turned slightly, then hugged Shizuzu Hiratsuka from behind, and put his hand in front of her.

"Here, post it."

The feeling of hugging behind is even stronger than hugging directly!

The positive hug is to share the affection that each other reveals, while the back hug can bring a woman an extremely strong sense of security.

It seemed that she was integrated into his body, she only had to shrink into his arms, without thinking about anything, protected by his solid back.

Hiratsuka Shizuka held the hemostatic patch in a trembling hand, and it seemed awkward to apply it simply.

She had never been slapped like this before, this kind of feeling disturbed her mind, rolling, as if hanging in the air.

Phoo~hoo~hoo~

In the office, there is no one to bother, let alone worry about someone seeing it.

Hiratsuka did not resist, just kept quiet, not knowing whether it was shy or hard to tell.

Her awkward movements fell in the eyes of Jingu Makoto, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, but the laughter irritated Hiratsuka Jing.

She gritted her teeth and said: "What are you laughing at!"

"Nothing, I just think my wound is almost healed."

Jingu Cheng joked.

"Huh, don't laugh."

Shizuka Hiratsuka grasped his hand, then quickly put the hemostatic sticker on, and finally patted the place where the hemostatic sticker was stuck.

Makoto Jingu raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that my wound will open again, so hard."

Hiratsuka Jingjiao hummed, "Anyway, if you put a hemostatic sticker, the crack will heal by itself."

OK, a woman's face is really the most fragile thing in the world.

"Well, you can do whatever you want, my skin is thick and thick, and it's not bad to toss."

Makoto Jingong bowed his head against her jade neck, sniffing her scent greedily.

Hiratsuka's breathing was stagnant, and a pair of small hands were in the air, panicked. She didn't know how to deal with this situation.

Let him loose?She seemed a little unwilling, but she actually liked this position quite a bit.

But letting him mess around, it seems that he seems too frivolous.

The front foot only said that he didn't like him, and the back foot was arbitrarily frivolous. Isn't this slapping yourself in the face?

Her hesitation gave Makoto Jingu plenty of time.

Holding her pretty waist, Jingong Makoto was not only satisfied with sniffing her body scent, he even further opened his mouth and gently bit her jade neck.

Hiratsuka's whole body was stretched tightly, and he said bitterly: "Enough, here...this is still school."

"Then you mean, can you not be in school?"

Makoto Jingu bit her earlobe and said softly.

call...

The feeling of sourness became stronger and stronger, and she knew clearly that her own skin should become very red without looking in the mirror.

The taste of piping hot constantly spouted from the bottom of her heart.

Hiratsuka quietly closed his eyes as if resigned, and from the moment she brought him to the office, the ending seemed destined.

The enticing fragrance lingered continuously, and Makoto Jingong's hand gradually shifted upward.

Just as he was about to approach the peak, his hand was blocked by Hiratsuka, and she held it firmly.

"Don't move around. If you move around, I will drive you out."

Jingu Makoto suddenly realized that this is the limit that Hiratsuka can accept at present.

With her conservativeness and tradition, this is already quite a breakthrough.

He is not greedy either, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, and whispers softly: "Okay."

The two of them maintained such a posture, Makoto Jingu pressed close behind her, her hands pressed on her waist, and Shizuka Hiratsuka closed her eyes, as if slowly adapting to this intimacy.

In the quiet office, the ambiguous atmosphere continued to flow.

"By the way, I have one thing... something I want to tell you."

"Oh? Come and listen."

"You... didn't you ask me to find a helper for you?"