Tonight's sleeping duty is Ayako.
While she has huge tits that are likely to fall out of zero, she is a Nobularist in bed. Sleeping clothes are light pajamas.
I felt like a bomb deactivation squad when I said I was with a girl who seemed to embody the desire of such a man.
- Girls are things that accumulate out of sight. A lot.
Sometimes I was too scared of Angelica's advice and, more importantly, of her paranoid diary, and I tried to adore Ayako in my mind.
Please don't explode, it was a prayerful task.
I kept it on a critical line that was going to take the virgin and not, but apparently it satisfied me.
The dark girl rests with a serene face. Sleep tight with your head on my arm pillow and your legs tangled.
My breasts are riding on my flank, and it conveys some weight.
It's almost only visible after the fact, but now fear comes before happiness. You got a curse stuck in here anyway instead of fat, don't you? I want to say.
"... Girls accumulate where they can't see,"
Patrol your thoughts as you stroke Ayako's hair, which is faintly damp.
Sure, I'm dull. I may be resented by a woman out of sight.
Maybe Emily and Rebecca were also responsible for different worlds.
... I'll explore my memories hard.
but I don't know anything about it.
No, it's no use thinking about it any more.
I plugged my finger into Ayako's hair again, enjoyed the feeling the whole time, and then fell asleep.
In the morning, Ayako was out of bed faster than I was.
When it comes to making breakfast for everyone, I guess I need to get up earlier than anyone else.
It's tough every day, and I'm going to the bathroom with words of labor in my chest.
Add for, wash your hands and face in the washroom, brush your teeth, then proceed to the kitchen.
Now Ayako stretches her neck and peeks in wondering what happened.
He's not here.
"Huh?"
... None.
It is deserted.
Usually I'm supposed to simmer the pot and make miso juice or something, but I'm not there.
Did you even go to trash disposal? And for a moment I thought, it's not garbage removal day.
……
I head to the living room, frustrated by a disturbing hunch.
I'm not even here - no.
It's a veranda.
When I looked out the window, I saw my back in pajamas. The girl I slept with yesterday, her thin back.
"What are you doing?
Open the window and talk.
Ayako elbowed the fence and was standing there doing nothing.
I just look out and let the wind soak up my hair.
"... good morning"
Ayako's eyes, slowly turned around, were red and swollen.
Condition is red. Looks like it's about to explode.
Why?
You served him so well yesterday.
You said you liked it.
What more can I do!?
But I'm not young enough to speak of such dissatisfaction, and I'm not brave enough.
While I push and kill him to get back to bed right now, I show him my adult penetration, "Can I ask what happened?"
"... suddenly, sadly,"
"Why?"
Ayako rinsed her nose there and covered her eyes with both hands.
Instead of this about to explode already, isn't it?
I'm not an explosion squad, I'm a body cleanup squad.
I stroke Ayako's head one after the other with rude thoughts.
"... my fault?
No reply.
I'm not clearly denying it, and maybe it's my fault.
……
Make it hard......
If you're unhappy, tell me directly before you hug me...!
Tell me before this happens...!
and so on and the lowest monologues repeatedly, but those in dialogue remain in gentleman mode.
"I'm sorry. I guess I have a cause. If Ayako's crying, it's hard for me too, so talk to her."
"... uuch"
That's how Ayako started explaining, squeaking.
I felt happy when Mr. Neutral adored me.
But in the morning, it made me sad that Mr. Neutral's hand was used to it.
I guess I do the same thing with Angelica and Rio, and I can't do it when I think Elsa, who used to hang out with you, did something like this.
I can't be Mr. Neutral's best.
I'm basically crying about this, guzzling.
"... so... I'm gonna think about this, myself, I don't like it... I don't know what to do anymore... Am I, an unpleasant girl...?
Hard to hear anymore, but understandably in a state of need of care.
"... you know"
I like Ayako the best, I whisper.
"... Shh."
"I'm not lying."
It's something I'm used to.
Because I did this exchange, with Angelica, with Rio, with Philia.
Actually, it's a daily event.
Somehow, I already sucked.
Embrace Ayako and whisper, "Because my destiny is you".
If you have more than one female subordinate, Sugitani said the trick is to make everyone assume that "I'm the one who's been most impressed".
I know it's a universal technique as a manager, but I think it can also be used in harlem operations.
"Mr. Neutral...... Huh!
Ayako makes an impressive voice and holds me back strong.
I slap my pom on the back and throw up a melodramatic dialogue saying, "I'm sorry I couldn't notice you".
All right.
That brings us to the end of today's bomb.
I went to the kitchen with Ayako, who was completely in the mood, and the two of us lined up to make breakfast.
Miso juice, bacon eggs and spinach paste, and grilled fish and rice.
What a healthy contribution based on Japanese style.
"... just Mr. Neutral's, I made more bacon"
Heh, and he tongues out like a prankster, and Ayako laughs.
I smile at my accomplice, but it would actually be my solo offender. I am a feminine, rare murderer of all time.
"... you're going to hell one day, me"
"Huh?"
I said something, Ayako asks, but I say "to myself".
"... if you're obsessed with the work, you'll stick out, to yourself. I used to whine when I was cooking," I love you only, I love you only, I love you only, I love you only, I love you only, I love you, I love you only, I love you, I love you only, I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much. "
Isn't that what you call a seizure instead of talking to yourself? I don't speak the truth.
I strive to make a calm smile and travel back and forth to the living room and kitchen many times.
Ayako will carry the dishes she has created and serve them on the table.
On the day you make me cry, chores help me earn points.
It is a must-have skill for Heisei's dad to sabbate his family.
"Next, this plate, please"
Ayako sneaks up on me every time I go back to the kitchen.
Angelica's already awake, so it's a hidden flirt.
"... can I also have a taste?
"I'll help you with everything, yeah. That's how I feel today."
"... hehe. Mr. Neutral is going to be a good husband."
With a Yamato stroke grin, Ayako shrugged miso juice in the dish, which she contained in her mouth.
And then he lays his lips down as he holds both my cheeks down with his hands, pumping fluids into his mouth and his cock.
... Normal, you don't do taste by mouth, do you?
You're too close in the morning, aren't you?
Wouldn't you rather be a European and American woman than a Yamato stroke?
But I do.
That if you be nice to the woman after you spit your stupidity out, you rub it off more than usual.
If this happens, the only thing I can do is make you like me anymore.