I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

But it does not prevent her from listening to the whole story and teasing Makoto Jingu: "The schoolboy knows so much."

Makoto Jingu said seriously: "I also heard about it."

"Oh? Just heard that? Haven't tried it?"

Makoto Jingu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled a little ambiguously: "Listen to senior sister, do you want to try it?"

Pooh!

Dudao Kongzi immediately pinched his waist, hiss...

Makoto Jingu quickly explained: "Actually, I can't accept this! I'm a serious person!"

"Huh, the serious pervert is right."

Dudao Junzi released her hand and rubbed him gently, then put her face on his chest and rubbed hard.

"Well, I'm serious, most of the tricks I just said are unacceptable to me."

"I don't believe that you are not interested at all."

"If you are interested, you are interested, but this is not the same."

Makoto Jingu whispered: "For example, if you let me go to those custom shops to experience, and serve me to strangers who I don’t know at all, then I will give the money and she will serve. It is a fair transaction relationship. I will not have Any debt or guilt."

"But if you tell me to try this with a girl I like, I feel unacceptable. Although I am interested, I can't wrong her."

"Respect each other's ideas, only in this way can a relationship go further."

"If you have to force it, it will be boring. It satisfies your animal desires, but ignores the girl's heart. Sooner or later, you will part.

Dudao Kongzi suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, and his beautiful eyes hooked his soul: "Then if the girl is also willing, are you willing?"

"Ahem, I didn't say anything, I just stated my opinion."

Makoto Jingu quickly pretended to be confused.

"Huh, duplicity." Dudao Kongzi groaned.

"Well, why bother to talk about those strange topics." Makoto Jingong tried to bring back the offending topics.

"I don't think it is weird. People have to keep saying what they are most embarrassed to say in order to be truly honest with each other."

Dudao Kongzi's expression condensed and said seriously.

Makoto Jingong whispered: "So you are also a suitor of the real thing."

"Ok?"

"No, I said Senpai's feet are very beautiful." Jingu Makoto smiled.

When Dudao Kongzi heard the words, he gave him a blank look, and said in an inexplicably shy voice: "You shouldn't be thinking about those strange tricks."

Ok?Ok???Ok????

Foot X?..Cough cough

Jingu Makoto swears that he really just casually talked about the specific tricks with Toushi Island.

He really didn't think about it.

But... when she said so, it seemed, it seemed.. also quite worth looking forward to?

Jingongcheng couldn't help but look down at her jade feet, white and pink, with a faint feeling of coldness.

Poison Island Kuangzi curled up even more fiercely, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Indecent."

But besides being shy, she also felt a little complacent.

Girls are all beauty lovers, and Dudao Tsuiko is no exception.

Although she has studied kendo since she was a child, she will not sit back and watch the hard training of kendo torture her beauty.

Every time after she finishes kendo practice, she will go to soak her feet for some maintenance.

In fact, her hands are smooth and unmarked, not just for Yuzu.

For a girl with a family background like her, there is no need to deliberately emphasize the care of beauty, because she has been protecting it since she was a child.

Such as Yanye and Ying are the same, not to mention Huiye.

"Alright, alright, drink and drink~"

Jingu Makoto held her small hand, took the sake from the table and poured it into the glass gently.

He just poured it into his own glass, but didn't pour the wine for Dudao Kongzi.

Dudao Yuzi poked his waist dissatisfiedly: "Are you really going to let me watch you drink?"

Jingu Makoto took a sip first, then turned to kiss her red lips.

Uh~

With the entanglement of the tongue, the spicy and sweetness of the sake also passed to the throat of Toshima Tsuiko.

She swallowed it subconsciously, and when her lips and teeth separated, Jingu Cheng looked at her triumphantly.

Dudao Kongzi reached out his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and shrank into his arms obediently.

She picked up his big hand, played with it carefully, and poked the lines and joint wrinkles on his palm.

At the same time, while playing around, she whispered softly: "Anything bothering you?"

"One thing, but some things are mixed."

"Then tell me, I will be your audience."

"Oh? Is it your turn to be my scabbard?"

"Huh, don't say I'm going to bed."

"Eh, don't worry, let me brew my emotions."

Dudao Kongzi smiled, squinted his profile face, and said softly: "Okay."

Under the fascination of sake, Makoto Jingu slowly told what happened during this period of time.

First of all, it was naturally that he served as the executive committee member of the cultural festival. There was nothing to repeat about this. It was purely to tell Dudao Suiko that this was the case.

Secondly, it is the matter with Qianhua.

This is the annoying thing he said. When talking about it, Makoto Jingong had already drunk all the wine on the table.

His face also turned red, his eyes were a bit blurred, and he felt a sense of decadence inexplicably.

When he said some cruel ways of decisively blew himself up, Dudao Tsuiko squeezed his hand in dissatisfaction.

Makoto Jingu looked down and smiled: "Jealous?"

"No, just help Fujiwara-san hit you."

"That's it? Really not jealous?"

Dudao Kongzi pursed his lips: "There is a little bit, but I am not qualified to be jealous, so I simply don't eat it."

Makoto Jingu rubbed her hair and said softly, "That's not good. You should eat what you should eat, so that you can prove that you like me."

"Huh, I didn't like it... eh... I like it, I like you, alright."

Dudao Tongzi slapped his hand openly and messed up his pajamas again.

"Be more jealous so that I know you like me, but don't be too jealous. I also have a headache."

Makoto Jingong buried her head in her jade neck, and the heat she vomited teased the skin of Toshima Tsuiko.

"Your request is very troublesome. How can anyone be jealous and not too jealous."

"It's just trouble, that's why I have troubles. Sometimes I think it's good to be this scumbag."

Dudao Kongzi rarely saw him showing a decadent appearance, and couldn't help but hold him tighter.

"Ha, don't worry, I'm fine, my willpower in this aspect is so firm that it surprises you."

"Knowing that you have determined to be a scumbag since you were a child." Dudao Kongzi echoed the complaint.

"Well, it's not since I was young, how can I put it, you know, people are very greedy."

"You are so beautiful and so good that I can't make any choice at all, and I can't help but want to have it all."

"I am actually a little hypocritical, saying that I like you, but in fact, I may not like anyone, I only like myself."

"It's because I only like myself, so I indulge my own desires."

Makoto Jingu murmured without focusing.

Dudao Kongzi became more distressed, hugging him and comforting him silently: "If you really don't like anyone, then someone will stay by your side willingly."

"Are we all idiots?"

"Ha, I seem to be a little drunk."

"Go to bed when you get drunk, I'll stay with you, OK?"

"But I haven't bathed yet."

"Then I will put hot water."

"Eh, wait, have you washed it yet."

Dudao Suizi rolled her eyes irritably. Wouldn't she just lie on the bed and sleep without taking a bath?

"Since you didn't wash it, let's go together."

Makoto Jingong began to play rascals again, holding her hands cheekily.

Toxic Island wanted to refuse at first, but she really felt sorry for him, so she didn't say anything, just got up and went to the bathroom.

Filling the bathtub with hot water, Toshishima sighed, took off her pajamas and underwear, and then put on a bathrobe.

When he went out, Makoto Jingong was already lying on the floor, his eyes staring at the ceiling blankly.

With a pursed mouth, Dudao Tsuizi walked gently to his side, helped him up and said, "Now that the hot water is ready, go take a bath."

"Ok."

Jingu Makoto nodded, got up with her strength, staggered to the bathroom, and sat in a daze in front of the mirror.

Dudao Kongzi was also considerate. When he looked in the mirror, she helped him undress.

From the outside to the inside, there is nothing left, nor a word is said.

Afterwards, Toshima Tsuneko took off her bathrobe first, and her plump body was completely revealed in front of Jingu Makoto without any cover.

She was still a little bit shy, and walked to the bathtub with her back, clutching key parts.

She stretched out her jade foot and stepped on the water in the bathtub. She sat down slowly when she felt the temperature was about the same.

Then he glanced back at Jingong Makoto, coquettishly said: "Still in a daze?"

In fact, from the moment she took off the bathrobe, Makoto Jingu turned his attention to her.

I have to say that he is still a person immersed in low-level tastes.

The words of Toshishima Tsukoko were like aphrodisiac poison, Jingu Makoto stood up immediately, with a high sword on!

Chapter 112: Another explanation of the sheath!

There was a thump, but fortunately, the bathtub at Dudao Kongzi’s house was big enough to pounce some splashes.

Otherwise, the sound of fracture will replace the splash of water.

The splashing water splashed on Dudao Tongzi, and even her specially tied hair got wet a little, causing her to stare at him in awe.

And looking down a little bit, the long sword furiously didn't cover it, and Dudao Tsuiko turned around silently, avoiding it a little shyly.

Jingu Makoto didn't know what it meant to be shy, leaning carelessly on the edge of the bathtub, squinting to enjoy the comfort of warm water and the shyness of the beauty in front of him.

Toxic Island was really helpless to him, so he had to pick up the cloth, stain it with hot water, and voluntarily leaned over to help him take a bath.

The white and smooth jade hand presses on the skin, and the rubbed cloth marks are engraved with sultry ambiguous flames. Jingu Makoto silently enjoys the taste of the slender hand, staring at the naked poison island in front of him..

The towering twin peaks also rippled with her movements one by one, and the brightest cherry on the white skin was so striking.

Perfect shape, perfect scale.