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

A few hours after midday and Shudo went out, around Shibako trying to figure out how to schedule dinner, the two returned.

Shibako and I were definitely teased that we were alone, so midday when we just got home we visited Zhou, who was unpacking in his room and unwrapping the reference books in his spare time.

It's a room where I don't have a lot of furniture because I've brought most of the furniture into the house right now, and Shikoko regularly cleans it up, so I'm not ashamed to show it to her, so I normally invited her in, but the midday is subtly twitching.

I don't know if that's because of the two of us or the room, or the hangout with Shudo again, but it seems unsettling anyway, so I left the cushions on the floor to sit on.

"Welcome home midday. Are you tired?

Once you go to the kitchen and ask as you bring the barley tea for two and place it on the folding table, loosen your cheeks after repeated blinks.

"Yes, you were just right to move your body because you left your traveling time sitting here."

"Oh well.... So you heard something from your father that was so twitchy."

A sigh spills at midday when he subtly turns away, apparently it was a star.

I don't think it's a bad day, but Shu Dou has a lot to say. I can't tell you anything because I can either relax or make fun of you the other way around.

"Damn, Dad... what did I tell you?"

"It's not that big a deal. How is Zhou-kun doing now, that Zhou-kun was cute as a child?"

"... what did you hear?"

I don't even know if something bad happened to Boulder when he said he remembered what he did as a child.

However, if Shudo had bothered to say it at midday, he would have definitely done something about it. I may have been told a cute laugh with my parental gaze, but from Zhou himself, it's embarrassing and not funny to be told about my childhood failures.

When I narrowed my eyes and stared at midday for details, my gaze was blatant.

"Well, that's... right?

"Why are you looking away?"

"Zhou-kun is adorable."

Zhou sighs at this sight in response to the unanswered reply.

"What is it?"

"This is what happens to bad boys who don't say it right."

Attract the midday that was on your side and let it sit between your legs. The circumference held tight to wrap from the back touches the midday tummy as it is.

He was also surprised at this at midday, and looked up as he twisted his body and looked around.

"Oh, you know, Zhou-kun?

"Midday was weak for tickling."

"... please wait. Let's discuss it."

"I wouldn't have done this if you'd confessed from the beginning at midday."

When I touched it loosely from the top of my clothes on the flank, my body swayed easily.

I feel skinny without wasting any fat, while my breath is spilling small "hiccups" just loosening my hips drawing smooth lines with my fingers.

Because it is so responsive, I move my fingers slightly and stimulate my skin loose.

Somehow, when I get bored in my arms, I get all sorts of bad feelings, but I couldn't stop now.

"Heh, heh, heh... heh, circumference..."

"Midday if you're not weak enough to tickle."

I'm really touching kindness, but the sharp midday I try to hold my knees and breathe fine with a puffy tremor.

Pretty, should I think or be stunned by the strong stuff?

When I touch it, I try not to touch dangerous places in a rational sense. When I loosen up and tickle, I suddenly look back at my body to the one around me to see if I couldn't stand it.

My heart bounced in many ways, staring at me from a tickle on my slightly uplifted cheek or with moist eyes.

"Ah, Zhou-kun's, silly. It's terrible."

"This wouldn't have happened if you'd broken my mouth right away, would it?

"Beh, I'm not talking about a big deal. When Zhou Kun was a little girl, I only wanted to talk about how he crashed into the pole on his bike and cried so badly, how he made Shibako say," Oh, Takesuki "on Mother's Day, and how he wanted to be cool like Shudo and waxed himself into togette hair."

"It's the worst leak ever!

I accidentally hold my face in my hands when I discover I was being told an embarrassing story that I didn't remember.

I thought I would talk about it when I was a kid, but I just wanted to ask what kind of observation it was that I would only talk about it in such shame.

It may be a cheerful story from the parents, but it is black history from the person.

"Or did you think it was cute?

"I'm not praising you. Forget that story."

"... I won't forget because Zhou Kun tickles"

Though I thought you'd carve it into your memory without tickling it, I gently turn my hand around my midday back, reflecting that Zhou may have done too much to the boulder for words that sounded subtly obstinate.

"Yes, yes, sorry."

"... the next time I tickle, I'll whisper the story you told me in Zhou-kun's ear."

"Stop mentally attacking me... ok, ok. I'm sorry."

When I held him tight and stroked him to forgive him, at midday he honestly tucked him in the arm of the circumference and buried his face in the shoulder mouth of the circumference.