My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Dahe pointed lazily: "Look, it's really...wow!"

She yawned greatly, and tears came out from the corner of her eyes.

The little girl suddenly glanced at him strangely: "Weird, you don't nag today that I should cover my mouth when I yawn..."

Hachiman-kun waved to his younger sister who went out to play: "Komachi, come back early!"

"(.???)? Hi——"

It’s this expression with a long tail...

Aiban Dahe looked at the unreserved love on his face, a little envious.

The boy's eyes moved, and he still smiled gently.

This smile made her blush, but also a little puzzled.

This guy hasn't had a good face to himself since the first time I met him-either patted his head or kicked his butt... Did he take the wrong medicine today?

"You took the wrong medicine today?"

The girl nodded her cheek with her finger, her small eyebrows wrinkled, feeling the sleepiness getting worse, she couldn't help but shook her head: "You are a little strange today."

"You are even stranger today, Dahe, why did you come to my house suddenly?"

"Humph!"

The girl turned her head to the side and muttered in a low voice: "I always think you and my wig sister are hiding something from me..."

Yawata was taken aback, then smiled naturally, and pushed the senbei on the plate in front of her: "Where is it that you are too sensitive, and even if you conceal it, it is at best a topic between men , Do you want to blend in too?"

"whispering sound--"

After eating a piece of senbei, the river that felt even more sleepy supported his head, lazily, and felt like a sick cat: "I said, why am I suddenly so sleepy? Is it because of the season."

She wiped her lips with her own sleeve: "Hey, why don't you eat it, I think it tastes good..."

The boy smiled and said: "It's really good, because I added something in it."

Dahe frowned: "What?"

Then I saw a pair of blind eyes of the big teacher.

Half an hour later, Higiya Hachiman, who threw the two girls on the sofa, pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose expressionlessly.

"Huh, the effect of sleeping pills is really not to be underestimated..."

"Huh, mortal..."

………………

"This wig is...white."

It is about ten o'clock in the morning. In a dark corner of Chiba, two men in women's kimonos are squatting and whispering.

"Bachan, don't you think your dead fish eyes and face shape are more compatible with white hair?"

Miss Wig's face is coated with a thin white face, her lips are blushing, just like a female ghost. At this time, she raises her eyebrows gracefully, dismissively appraising her companion's appreciation level.

"I really envy, Gui, your long hair can be so smooth..."

Putting a white wig with a double ponytail on his head, and twisting his head, the double ponytail swept across Kotaro Katsura's face.

"Not Gui! It's a wig!"

A man in a pink kimono looked serious: "I think Chiba is better for today's action."

"Well, Chiba, it doesn't matter, few people know me anyway."

"——I always have an ominous premonition."

"You think too much, oh oh, then go now, wig!"

Chapter 15 Who will help me pull Zhou Shuren aside

As the saying goes, authors who don’t want to be salted fish are not good editors, and Taoists who don’t want to be priests are not good monks.

Now I can add another sentence: Boys who don't want to be pseudo-mothers are not good protagonists.

I know that there is such a place, called a pseudo-mother custom shop.

Keke, yes, you can tell by the name-it's a good place.

Because in Japan, the most concentrated gay culture is not Akihabara, but Ikebukuro in Tokyo.

One of them is called—ah, it doesn’t matter what the name is, anyway, I don’t want to remember this kind of place where the wind screams after the ticket is finished. In short, it is a new and relatively small-scale pseudo-mother custom shop.

Of course, making money doesn't have to go so far, Chiba just happens to have one such branch.

What I know is this kind of general information. Because Gui can change clothes quickly, he disguised himself as a questionnaire and conducted a so-called "grass chicken stick" questionnaire on the bald fat man who just came out of the store...

The grass chicken stick means the senior client's-cough!

Whether it's a hen or a rooster or a rooster that lays eggs-cough cough cough!

Oh my god, what am I talking about!

The information obtained is roughly like this.

The staff inside are basically divided into two types, one is responsible for chatting, drinking, and cleaning, and the other is responsible for undressing.

According to the bald man who did not want to be named, who seemed to be very afraid of the inside, there were a lot of custom girls who had taken a and v. Yes, he had seen them all on the screen...

And in the more thoughtful category, some will pick up female guests...

Well, it's normal.

Of course, some only pick up men...

This, it can only be said that they prefer to make money and not to ship, which is normal, right?

...I always feel how these people solve the problem of going to the toilet in their lives after retirement.

Of course, the last service is "both sides"-have you heard of a USB splitter?

"He said, if the skills are in place, those men--no, the cute boys can't help but call out!"

Hachiko Biqigu looked at the long-haired man squatting in front of him with a subtle look. He narrowed his eyes and turned into crucian eyes: "I said, look at your face and want to change the subject. Just now That fat man--no, I mean the man who seemed to have a big stomach and was very smart said something else to you?"