Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"Then go ahead, Zhou-kun"

At the end of dinner, reward time begins.

Sitting on the edge of the couch as a matter of course, he smiles as he slaps his knee pounding, and the perimeter clogs the words "uuch".

Because today's midday clothes are black tights on shorts, the knee pillow does not change over the cloth, but the cloth is very thin and easy to understand.

Besides, he went home today and took a bath first, which smells good overall.

An ear scratch from a knee pillow in this situation would be periodically suicidal.

"... no, that"

"If you don't like it, you don't have to..."

"And I don't want you to, do I?

"Then don't hesitate. I promise I will."

At midday, when he slapped his knee pounding again, Zhou swallowed a sawdust and a saliva.

The tights are thin because it's getting much warmer.

My skin tone looks clear from the fabric of my tight tights, and what a fantasy it looks like.

Covered in tights, the legs were exposed to indefensibly smooth leg rhythms as they invited the circumference.

I don't suppose he's going to do that at all, but midday today depends on killing Zhou.

I should have managed to put my heart and spirit at ease by saying no, but the name of reward and my desire as a man around me had given me the impetus to head to the dead.

Horrible, sit next to midday and put your head on your legs.

I've experienced it before, but it's still soft. Because the cloth that separates them is thinner than before, the feel and warmth are well conveyed, blaming the heart around them.

Once I turn up to see where to look, I see a midday grin.

However, that face looks somewhat hidden... probably because there are mountains on the road.

Because it's only May and the temperature is getting slightly higher, and the shirt I wear at midday is thin. At last, you can see the lines of your body to highlight the beauty of style.

You can tell over the cloth, it keeps its shape clean while following gravity. Besides, the circumference stopped looking up.

"Well, do you scratch your ears?

I don't know about Zhou's inner screams, but at midday I declare that with an atmosphere and a smile that's kind of exciting, reaching for the ear scratches and tissues that are on the table.

On the side head, something soft came down.

I don't even see how midday noticed me around raising an unspoken scream inside. I was waking up with an ear scratch right away.

Perhaps I haven't noticed at midday. That Zhou tasted its soft sensation and mass with his skin.

My heart makes a scene.

I'm not talking about ear scratches in my earliest mind, but I whisper in a soothing voice that the middle of the day is "please stay still" and gently fix the head of the perimeter with one hand.

I know it means don't move because it cleans the inside of your ears, but the perimeter that you want to roll around is tough to force you to stay now.

Still, there's no reason to get busted, so I look at the sides of the table while making fun of it, and slowly something stiff is plugged into the hole in my ear.

I guess it creeps for a moment because the thin areas of the skin still become more sensitive.

I have the excitement that I don't feel that way when I do it myself, but at midday I feel strange because I probably can't do it of my own free will... being made into the woman I like.

I know I'll be polite in character at midday, but somehow, when my ears are gently and gently cleaned, it itches.

There is a slight discomfort in saying that I like to be comfortable, and then there is a pale feeling that drives greed. At least I couldn't resist getting an ear scratch like this.

"Doesn't it hurt?

"Mmm... it doesn't hurt. Feels good."

"Really, good. This sounds like a man's romance...... was the romance filled?

"... maybe"

"Zhou-kun is a boy too."

"What is there but a man?"

If I wasn't a man, I wouldn't be so smothered inside and excited about softness. I can't help wanting to be spoiled and allowed to snuggle with someone I like.

"Hehe, because Zhou Kun is a gentleman. I thought you weren't very interested."

"Even if I were a gentleman, you'd be different from words, deeds, and insides. You watch out, man. You're gonna hit me when you're alone."

"Zhou-kun is not a man," he said.

I bite my lips even though I feel like I've been told to, but at midday I keep cleaning it relaxed because I don't think that's the intention.

"Look, Zhou-kun, turn around, please. Because I want to be on the other side."

It gives you the opposite ear even as you frown, but on second thought it is a new agony of turning your face in the direction of your stomach.

Looking down is catastrophic, albeit shorts, so I have to look at my stomach heavily.

I didn't know if it was heaven or hell.

If you can be honest with your desires, it's probably heaven, but as for the circumference that creeps in between hesitation and gridlock, it's like you're sticking one foot into hell.

"... Zhou-kun, something was just so puffy..."

"Never mind."

There's no way I can talk about this inside. In the first place, if you say this, you'll be pulled at midday.

Therefore, I honestly have to accept ear cleaning and hide my desires. The angel, who spoils innocently without heart, was terrifying.

Midday seemed to question Zhou's attitude, but since Zhou is pointing to the midday side to keep his gaze out of the midday, he is giving up pursuit and returning to cleaning his ears.

Remembering the indescribable comfort and tickle, Zhou closes his eyes and waits for it to end.

I'm closing my sight because I'm subtly guilty when I open my eyes, but this makes my other senses sharp, so I don't mind sniffing away the sweet fragrance and shampoo and body soap that's inherent in midday, or being aware of the softness of my knees.

How good would it have been if I had enjoyed this softness without hesitation?

"Zhou-kun, can I fluff my hair when I'm done?"

"... Whatever you want"

If I fled immediately, I would never have remembered any more of this, but sadly, Zhou is also a man, and if I can get him to continue with the knee pillow, I would like him to continue.

I was reminded that I am weak in many ways because I end up losing my desire while worrying about the contradiction of wanting me to stop doing more.

Midday is giving signs of delight at Zhou's acceptance.

"I'm almost done."

At midday when I said that and scratched my ears politely, I felt sorry for myself just a little "Oh, is it over now," and I was supposed to get bored again by one person. Of course, I don't put it on my face or my tricks.

The sweet comfort, which includes a slight tickle, ends at midday when the ear scratch stick is removed.

Instead, my fingers go through my hair at midday, so I can remember another comfort.

"Yes, it's over."

At midday when I jerked off my hair with gentle, hand-held fingers that softened my child, I simultaneously learned the sense of embarrassment and desire to entrust myself.

One way or another, I understood myself that the latter was strong, and a silent groan was about to spill out of my mouth.

I know you're going to spoil it at midday because of the reward, but it will definitely be wasted.

There was nothing I could do about it, even if I wanted to resist the midday when I was willing to destroy Zhou as proclaimed, because comfort would even take its strength from me.

(... be scrapped...)

I can stroke it with a gentle hand with plenty of feminine fragrance and warmth. When I say this, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but I actually feel comfortable and happy.

If they did this every day, they would surely not be human. The current situation and posture were full of various charms.

- and exhale and relax your body, you hear a small laugh.

"Rarely, Zhou-kun is a mammoth."

"... whose fault is it?"

"It's my fault."

At midday he makes a sweet laugh when he dulls and moves his fingers further.

"Zhou-kun wants to spoil it, or he wants to touch it. Zhou-kun's hair is pleasant to touch."

"... do you?

"Yes. It's sarcastic. Why all these cubicles..."

"... Mother, I think it's because it's a recommended shampoo"

Shibako's "I don't want you to hurt me because I have good folded hair! With all the push, the shampoo used by Zhou now takes into account the kind of hair used in the beauty salon.

I didn't even hate the smell and I kept using it because of the way my fingers were after drying my hair.

"It's midday. It's so much more."

Taking a flax curtain in his hand, he felt a softer and smoother hand than his own.

If you call it sara crunchy, it's her, and it's not comparable to Zhou. It's a touch that makes me want to touch it even at midday, and the scent is not too strong, it smells pale and chavonic, and I can't wait to be manly.

"I always think when I'm stroking my head, but I'm looking out for amazing care."

"... well, I've never failed to take care of it"

"Right. I've always touched you on my own, okay? Hair is the life of a woman."

"... I like being touched by Zhou-kun"

I'm glad I didn't show my face, I thought it was because my expression had turned out to be a monster in my midday words.

Shame, joy, confusion, wolf... the look of a mixture of different things that I can't even describe is probably suspicious if seen.

That's what I'm saying, so get on with it.

Zhou sighed with his eyes closed trying to put his expression back on while he couldn't get it out of his mouth.